My Love Story⎥Part 2
It Was His Last Chance and My Last Dance Before Our Momentous Decision
I walked out of my room and there he was standing at the door with that charming smile. He wore a maroon, olive green, and navy striped polo shirt paired with dark brown slacks. He gave me one of those ChemGuy embraces that held onto me as if he was holding on to dear life.
I never had a male friend give me such a tight bear hug — and yet, “maybe that’s how he hugs everyone?” He was loved by his friends and spoken highly of by common friends.
Eugenio had just asked me, “Nat, who is taking you out tomorrow?”
He recognized the name when I replied and responded, “Oh, you’re going to like him a lot. Some months ago a few of us men of different nationalities had the most engaging conversation! I’ll never forget the impact he made having me question women’s beauty standards that I’ve been fed by my culture.”
Oh — this man is not like any other. I wonder how this “treat is going to go.”
We drove off in his clean (extra points) silver Mitsubishi. Why do guys who drive stick-shift look so damn hot? And— he’s wearing such a nice cologne — double points!
