El es dulce para mis ojos.

My spanish speaking friend has informed me that the things I want to say in Spanish, don't really translate. I say "porque no?" If I want to say someone is "candy for my eyes", I will. Believe me, there is plenty of "dulce para mis ojos" at my current waitressing job, in the form of an all Mexican kitchen staff. I have been drawn to latino men for years. I'm not sure exactly when it began, and as my friends back home like to say, "No one expected the Spanish Inquisition". There's just something about their smooth, dark skin...and the eyes!! The dark, penetrating eyes! There is one cook imparticular who can practically set my skin on fire with a single look. It feels as though his gaze is piercing my soul, and I am reduced to a giggling, blushing school girl around him as a result. To make matters worse, he knows full well how nervous he makes me and therefore takes every opportunity possible to tease me. Oh, and have I mentioned he is married? This is actually a good thing, because flirting is harmless and if he were available, I would no doubt be making some very questionable decisions right now. Besides, I am fairly certain the fantasy world I've created in my head could never be topped by reality, so it's best if don't let myself be disappointed. Gracias chicos, for giving a girl a reason to enjoy an otherwise lackluster work environment. Hasta manana.