Francisco and I met in February of 1992 in Romano´s Bar, Cali Colombia. We are both Colombian, though my parents emigrated from England two years before I was born. Consequently, we look very different from each other: blond/blue matched with brown/black. Every time we go out people look at us as we are so different, but we have learned over the years to either laugh at or ignore the people who criticize us, as the case merits. Of course, my parents hate the idea of us being together, and although we live together in Bogotá, we have a semi-clandestine relationship as far as they are concerned. Now, why would a 33 year old care about his parent´s opinion? Well, I am employed in the family businesses, and have frequent contact with my parents (at least my father) so in the interests of peace and quiet I prefer to simply avoid the whole subject. Although Frankie and I have had our ups and downs throughout the years (we were separated for almost six months last year), we are very happy together. Currently, we share our lives with Coca, our lovely 5 1/2 year-old boxer - we consider her our daughter as she is so sweet. She even sleeps on the bed with us on occasion! She loves to play around, especially with rocks, which she sometimes pushes around with her nose. As every proud parent, I could go on for ever, boring everyone out of thier collective wits, so I´ll refrain from pursuing the subject.