EXOTIC

...how do you define exotic??

I have always pictured "exotic" as a steaming jungle that hasn't be touched by humanity's hunger for excess. Where the scent of wet spice and savage danger thinkens the air. Where the sounds of the birds and animals that call the jungle home are just as vocal at night as they are during the day. Where there are a million shades of green and a zillion shades of mother nature at her hottest, or

A canary yellow Diablo Lamborghini pounding the road at a cruise of 160km/phr like it was a Sunday drive at 50km. It would take corners like it was a lazy boy in full use....easy as. It would be as fast coming as the moans of a 18 year old teenaged girl sharing her "exotic" for the first time, speeding at neck breaking pace to the top of her mountain.

or...

white glass sand for miles...no one around but you, plunging waves with clean breaks the sun that is hot enough to warm the water to a balmy 22 degrees, the moon big enough to light your nocturnal adventures, fresh fruit, an endless glass of "The eye of the hurricane"...and company.

In saying that...
How I define what isn't "exotic"? Completing 11 out of 12 steps in a 12 step programme is not exotic...its embarassing.

Taking a date to McDonalds, and then the park...and you're in your 3o's is not exotic. Thats just sad...

umm..and to conclude, I don't think cuzzies are exotic though.

We're cuzzies! but thats me.