It was one of those chance encounters you never expect. The kind where you've been single for what seems like an eternity, you've given up hope in the opposite sex, and you just don't really freakin' care.It was just your typical Monday. I came home from a long day of work, popped open the fridge, and of course looked into a vast wasteland. No food. Damn. I guess that's typical for a bachelor in his late twenties.
So, I made the executive decision to get dressed and went to the Trader Joe's in Brooklyn. As usual, it was a $#%#show. What seemed like hundreds of people crammed into a miniature space never turns out to be a good evening. I finally got onto the infinite line and waited patiently.
This is when I noticed her out of the corner of my eye. She was wearing yellow pants and a purple top and I thought to myself, wow is she beautiful. She had that functional sort of straight cylindrical body, curves in the right places, sharp defined features where it mattered. She was dark chocolate. You know, I've never been attracted to a dark woman. It was never my thing. But here comes this dark, chocolately, and silky woman and man, my bells are ringing.
So, I went for it. What did I really have to lose? The next thing I know we're back at my place, sitting in my couch with no pressure, just talking and getting to know each other. I could tell from the first few minutes that she was sweet and that I had met someone wonderful...
