He'd fly my ass to Mexico. Maybe Yucatán. He speaks to everybody for me en español (mine is really broken and sh*tty, so it makes him laugh).
My special date is a beach date, like a lot of the other BHM ladies. It starts with lunch and coffee, followed by a bit of spelunking in some pretty, clear-water caves off the coast (in conjunction with intermittent making out, of course). We follow it up with a scuba dive to 90 feet. He's exploring while I fix myself up a bit at the dive center, and finds a great restaurant. We eat there, love it, and spend the night dancing at the chill beach bar down the street. From there, maybe we smoke a joint, stroll the city for a little bit, and check into a nice hotel. It would be absolutely perfect, though, if I didn't get any sleep, at all.
Oh, and this guy is smokin' hot, and makes me laugh 'till I'm gasping for breath (I haven't laughed like that in a while!). Maybe he's Gael Garcia Bernal's long-lost twin...
OMG, this will never happen to me! I'm so sad. It was fun to imagine, though.