so i asked my girlfriend to pretend. that she was foreign. i asked her to imagine. that she came from spain. and i told her to whisper in my ear. and in spanish. and if you do this for me. i will never ask for anything again. and she said. ole. por favor. mon senior. matador. afterwards she asked me. why had i wanted her to do that. so of course i lied. and said no reason. why what's wrong. and she looked down and sighed. pulled back the covers. and said sometimes it feels like. there's someone else on your mind. since that monday night. down at the fort sidewalk. when we saw the flamenco dancer. dance her flamenco dance. i've spent all my time. brushing up my spanish. so if i see her again. i can stand up tall and cry