Shall We Breakfast in Paris, Darrrrrrling?

Alright.
So being single has some definite advantages for me AND for you. That's right. Today, my singlehood is your blessing.
See, I've got these "two free round-trip tickets to one of over forty destinations".
Ya. Weird. I know.
I'm trying to decide between London (which I've already been to), Paris (which I would love to see but hear it's crazy expensive), and Malaga, Spain (which would be in a resort "blah" but beach front, "glorious").
The thing is, and this is where YOU come into all of this, these "free tickets" mean I have to stay in one of their fancy shmansy hotels, which I can not afford to pay by myself. Sooooo, I'm looking for someone to go Dutch with. It would be about $130.00/night each.

I know. You're thinking, "Holy smokes! That would be soooo much fun. I love Ang. I love hanging out with her. She's soooo much fun. Too bad I can't because I have that husband/boyfriend/child/cat that I can't leave behind."

To which I say, "COME ON! They aren't going to die without you. Leave out a casserole, an order-in menu, a dish of water. It'll only be a week and a bit. He'll be alright. COME ONNNN!"

Or, you might be thinking, "I wish I knew her a little better. I would love to see Spain, but it would be weird to go with someone I only know from reading her blog."

To which I say, "Ya. It would be weird, but who the hell cares? It's Spain, Kid!"

Or, You might be thinking, "Hey, she's hot. Maybe I could sleep with her AND go to Spain."

To which I say, "Fuck off. I'm not that kind of girl."

So, as long as you don't fit into the pervert/rapist/gross person category YOU'RE GAME, BABY.
Call me. Email me. Write me. We'll do lunch. I'll fly you to Europe. We'll be best friends forever, or at least get a good tan and play in the water.


**ahhh, yes. You've been asking about dates. I need to use the tickets up within a year, (November 2007) and seeing as how I'm church-mouse poor, the longer I have to save up, the better. Oui?