The American

My husband can’t stand John. He seems too raw, foreign, bizare and blunt. But for some reason I always get drawn to him, to this John. He labels himself as American, although a mix of other cultures can be found in him. He definitly has a bit of French look, although some mediteranean touches are here and there. His body is strong, maybe too strong. And a bit crunchy. And he is pretty filling. I love bitting his hard core and enjoying his raw taste. And then I chew and I chew. “Le John” is my favourite « américain » sandwich with beef tartare, crunchy bread and salad leaves. What did you think?

Author: Gabriela D. Spencer

Woman. Soul of an Artist. Writer. Wife. Dancer. Entrepreneur to be. Spirit. Light. Colour. Friend. Daughter. Sister. Thinker. Multi-potential. Multi-options. ISFP (according to the latest tests, but who knows). I write and express myself whenever my mind is bursting with thoughts and doesn’t give me peace. Read me mostly in Romanian and sometimes in English.

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