first love and all that

I'm not the one who stays up all night watching Formula 1 because some cute guys race around. Though, occasionally, I do contemplate taking up the sport. Apparently you lose upto 5 kgs each game. To me it looks like a win-win situation. You race around in sexy cars. You look cute. If you don't, you make way too much money to blind people and their opinions. And then you also get to lose weight. That too for free.
Life isn't much fair, is it?
But what I do, staying up all night, is learn Spanish. Espanol.
My defence is that alomst a decade ago I heard a Spanish song. And wanted to know what was Marc Antony serenading so beautifully about. That's how it all started. Over the years, I did lose interest. Happens. You ask me to choose between men, running away from home and Spanish, c'mon, do I really need to tell you where that goes. And though I may know a lot of the words, since I kinda read the Spanish-English dictionary off in my spare time at work in the ex-ex-agency {I know, I know. But there's only so much zuma you can play, and only so many bad films you can make about how lakme is going to transform your skin, hair and sex-life}
Plus reading the dictionary does kind of make you look all wise and grown-up. No?
It does. That was one of my break periods with P. [couples take vacations together, we took relationship-breaks and time-offs together] And I did meet the most interesting people in and out of bed at that time. I was younger, thinner, and coo-ed sweet spanish words into their ears. But coming back to the point - I'd almost finished memorising Spanish dictionary (almost), but never got around to finding time to enrol in proper classes. To learn the verbs and the conjugations and the grammar that one needs to know to form sentences and speak coherently and make any sense.
Until now.
Because I've smartened-up. I've realised, no matter what, life is going to be the same. You are always traumatized over something irritatingly minor. You'll always be broke. Boys are always going to be a problem. And you'll never have anything to wear. These are constants in life. And all that your mother and your first boss told you about growing up getting 'there' and independence is basically a whole of crap. They wanted you to drink your milk and come out with ideas at break-neck speed, and some story-telling was needed.
And so in-between all this crap that is life, I deserve somehting beautiful. And therefore i'm going to start speaking Spanish.
What fun.
p.s.: As I write this, I'm checking air fares to Brazil and Spain. A plan exists.