“She’s real pretty for a dark skinned girl”—Overheard as I walked away from our building’s security officer after making small talk. The culprit? The VERY dark staples delivery man. Because the lobby was full of peers and a few superiors I chose to ignore it. That man will be back and I will make sure he knows 1. I’m not a “girl”, I am a lady. and 2. I’m pretty period motherfucka.
Man as casually stylish as me. Appetite for spice and flare in foods and life. Patient and spontaneous. Wit and intelligence not optional. Valid passport with non-continental North America stamps a huge plus. Not easily offended at correction and perhaps even finding humor in my grammar and neatness OCD highly treasured. Inquiry within.