There are two new men in my life, Felipe and Pascal.
Pascal is very tall, Felipe, extremely short.
I’m not known to like shorties, but Felipe is an exception due to his chronic charm. He’s quieter than Pascal, more poised and polite, even rising when you enter the room.
He could be the nicest Frenchman I’ve ever met. Pascal, on the other hand, is much more aggressive, even though he lives with a girl called Fredericka who works on the Stock Exchange.
This doesn’t stop him, however, from preening, demanding your attention.
Felipe, from what I know, isn’t involved with anyone, so when I shyly asked, if he was single, his big brown eyes lit up before putting his head in my lap.
I know that may seem a bit forward, but the girl in me shot up for the first time in months, so I’m hoping, we’ll see each other more intimately in the future.
Did I mention he’s black?