The Pirate

I had dinner with a pirate last night. He denies being such,,,I know it to be true. Some things a woman just knows. This man,,this amazing man,,is a pirate. According to Webster one of the definitions of "pirate",,is to entice away for ones own use. He is in every sense of every word of that definition,,a pirate. There was no parrot. He has both eyes and no patch,,he has a Harley instead of a ship,,no peg leg or hooked hand,,but the man, I swear, is a pirate. Swarthy, charming, fascinating, wicked,,a pirate. It seems fitting somehow that I should encounter a pirate right now. Talk like a Pirate Day is the 19th. My guess is we will celebrate it,,in very pirate fashion. I'll keep you posted. Until then,,I must get ready,,the Pirate and I are in his words,,"going for a wee hurl on the scoot". In Texan,,that means we're taking the Harley out for a ride. He wants to shop. I think I'll let him. ARRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHH.