Here is the story with this guy; we're driving along, going to spend a day with Nadine's cousin; to see her area; assess damages; offer help and then I saw the cutie at this stand.
I mean he was gorgeous. He had curly hair; light-milk chocolate skin; hazel eyes. I stare at him so long - lol - that the guy in the food stand told him. He turned around and Mr. Marven told him in creole that I was looking at him. I told him he was gorgeous. Poor guy he probably thought he was in trouble; then thought I was nutttsss.
It didn't matter because he was gorrrrrggggggeous. Why did I react that way? I've, definitely, seen gorgeous guys in NY; guys who has his coloring, hair and eyes. I guess my reaction was so drammmaaaticc because I didn't expect to see a guy with his coloring, his hair and his eyes (Oh! Did I tell you he was tall and physically fit? - lol) in Haiti.
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