We met at a wine bar in the center of town and I was immediately impressed by how well Sandra looked. Her skin was tanned, radiant. Her eyes were sparkling. Her light brown curly hair looked like a bloody shampoo commercial. And she was dressed with confidence - just a short blue sundress and blue heels, simple but sexy.
I told her she looked fabulous.
"Oh thanks, I just came back from Spain," she said.
I asked how it was.
"It was pretty good. Actually really good. Kind of interesting, but let's have a drink."
So anyway, we kind of poured ourselves into a delicious Chilean white and just basically glanced around the room, saying who was cute and speculating on what everyone did. Your basic people-watching, we've all done it.
About 20 minutes in, and trying to sound casual, I said, "So tell me about that interesting Spanish holiday of yours."
I'd been dying to ask.
Sandra took a large gulp of wine and began:
"It was kind of a weird set up. How can I explain?...