I have a lot to say about this girl, The Dominican Little Mama: she was one of the more sought after women in this world who really liked me. We matched on Tinder and chatted back and forth. I promised to go out with her before my Mother's passing. So naturally my dumbass set a date 2 weeks after Mother's Great Funeral, that wasn't wise. I truly wasn't myself, there was a sense of doom and dread looming over me. I arrived at the French Cafe in Buena Vista and waited like 40 minutes for her to come, apparently she didn't think the date was still on. But when she arrived I was a little surprised, she had these very glossy blue eye contacts that just didn't match her face. And she had a strange head shape, like a very flat chin or under developed lower third of the skull but after a while of staring she was strangely attractive. Come later to know, when unclothed she was extremely attractive, I didn't really care to look at her body or anything, I was way too deep in my own thoughts, faking smiles and pretending to be interested.
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