i ♥ men.

i ♥ men of colour:
how can one not when exposed to the face of marc minardi [i'm reducing to my twelve year old, teeny-bopper self] or even someone else that i happen to know personally. no names; he's an Adonis of Arabic-speaking men, i'll say. now that i'm single, i'm getting the chance to pause and experience, for the first time in a while, the feeling of EXPLORING men. i mean, taking the time to pause and actually smile just because a butt is cute or the cologne is nice. its wonderful having the option to look at butts that aren't in pajamas 24/7. nice to actually use my biological tricks and get the fun attention that i deserve: winking at a suave man who is smiling back at me. wearing my little black dress and one pair of pumps or another to a classy bar and eyeing the prospects, all smartly dressed, deliciously smelling, tall, tight-assed, and dark skinned.

if you haven't guessed after my short survey, i like the butts! the facial hair, the broad chests.. finally growing out of having such a narrow preference for the lanky, pale ones. i have a wider real of adoration now and it's all thanks to some random, recent event. it's deliciously naughty and i'll share when i have more time to. all involving an olive-skinned, Arabian man with a degree and a cute ass.

i'm putting on a pair of pumps right now.. i've spritzed perfume in all of the right places: the cleavage, the pulse spots, between my thighs. i have a tight, little party dress and clean hair. my makeup is always flawless, whether i go out or not.

i really DO have to go now. tonight is sure to be enjoyable, if not completely memorable and worth it.