Still running

I am too tired to run for US president today. Today I could run for the president of Luxembourg, Monaco or Vatican but not US.
Even Israel. But not US. Maybe if there was no Texas and Alaska in US and California was in Mexico – maybe then I could. Too tired for the whole of US today I am.
Anyway, with my attitude I would be sent to jail in Israel for sexual harassment, they do that to their presidents. President of Vatican, who is called Pope and walks with fish on his head is not allowed to harass sexually, so it is not my type of presidency. Luxembourg and Monaco are still and option but if I get a good night sleep I can run for US president tomorrow with Alaska and Texas included and California being Mexican but not in Mexico no problem.
Maybe I should just hold my horses a little and run for the governor of Hawaii. Or US Virgin Islands. Or maybe I should organize Alamo in the Bahamas with few artillery officers from Poland (like they did in the past) and get Bahamas for the USSA.
Make myself governor of US Bahamas. Get some girl to be my Queen over there. For six months or a year. Who did I harass sexually today?
Veronica.
Veronica likes to be harassed sexually. I took her hand and held it against the wall. Looked at it.
– What are you doing?
– Checking something?
– What?
– If that color goes with your hand.
– Does it?
– It is perfect for you.
– And?
– I am going to paint my bedroom this color.
– You are weird.
But she liked that. Veronica is so mature and so young. And married. And not happy. To make sure she knows I am only kidding I told her at the beginning, couple of weeks ago, that I was married and I loved my wife. I do not touch married women. Especially my wife. (Because I am not married). Generally I love women with green eyes and she has green eyes.I love women from her country and she is from that country and I love women because they are funny by not being men. Men are dumb. Being born a man when you could have been born Veronica is a torture.
– I wish I were you, Veronica.
– Why?
– Look at your boobs, what they do to me. You have power. Look at my boobs – no power.
She didn’t look at my boobs. But I did look at hers.
– Stop it or I will call your wife (That she said in a broken, poorly accented Polish).
– Please don’t. But can I check the color on the wall again?
– No.
– Just once more.
– No.
– It is important.
– Nope. You will not see me in your bedroom.
– I lied. I meant master bathroom.
Now she looked at me.
– Robert, can we do business, just business?
– Yes. Next time we meet in some coffee shop though. Do you know any in this area?
– I do.
I was taken by surprise.
– Some time next week?
– Call first to make sure I am in the office. I am off on Fridays.
– Me too.
– Shut up and go already. Call first.