Did I tell you that I fell in love while I was away in Montreal?
He's absolutely perfect, and though I've known him for quite some time now, it was only during this past trip that I realized the true intensity of my feelings for him. It might have had something to do with the French-Canadian accent, the ripped muscles, the hot tattoo and the short booty shorts he was sporting... Oh, I didn't tell you that I'm in love with George St. Pierre? Silly me, I must have been too busy drooling over the fleur de lis tattoo on his calf muscle.
I only wish that I could get him to realize that I exist, then this whole love thing would be so much easier.
I went to the Mars Venus Sports bar in Montreal to catch GSP's UFC match against Matt Serra, and boy was it ever fantastic. Seriously, when GSP came out, a hush fell over the massive space.
Grown men were giddy with excitement and every woman in the bar developed school girl crushes in a matter of seconds, actually who are we kidding, I'm sure most of the men did as well.
George schooled Matt Serra, and I left the bar feeling excited that I'm Canadian and that I have a third degree black belt. I'm hoping that the 12 years of karate training give me an added advantage in the "things that we have in common" category. That, plus the adorable outfit I'm sure to be wearing when I meet him, will definitely help.
I have already imagined myself wearing this gorgeous paisley inspired Gucci gown the next time that I'm accompanying him to a charity ball. What good is an intelligent, well-read wife if she can't look fabulous on the night of a gala event, right?
So, just so you know, we're registered at Macy's, and the wedding is next June. I can't wait!
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