
Now before I go on, let me point out I am not one to THROW myself at EVERY good looking guy I see-quite the contrary. But as we chatted I simply was flabbergasted-in addition to being gorgeous, he was quite the gentleman, had the most gregarious laugh, the most dizzying smile and an utterly delightful English accent. My poor friend, she disappeared into the background as he and I began an engrossing conversation about himself-he had graduated recently and was working for an investment firm in something shire. Oooh, the smell of money already had me excited (lol, kidding). As the minutes ticked by my friend excused herself for a moment and we were left alone. Our table was located at a quiet nook, conveniently separated from the other diners.
As our intense (and quite flirtatious) conversation continued I suddenly found him sitting beside me, our faces inches apart, our breaths coming in short gasps-he suddenly kissed me, our lips melting into each other, our thoughts becoming one….that’s when I woke up from my coffee induced dream and found myself staring at the ugliest Somali guy I’ve ever seen in my life.

actually he IS quite handsome and quite REAL and we’re scheduled to show him around sometime this week.




