I have fallen head over heels in love with a meterosexual Londoner named Owen. Owen smells of style and studders softly in the sexiest accent in the world.
"You are the biggest Jamaican I've found on the island yet!" I exclaim as he blocked me from my pina colada at the bar.
"I'm from the UK love", the coffee colored man replied reaching into his shoulder bag as he bought himself an energy drink and paid for my spiked slushy.
"Well welcome to the island" I answer besotton and a little drunk.
Owen taught me to dance like a girl with soul and I giggled when he said petrol or primary. I would pretend I could not hear him over the sound of club so he would have to repeat himself in my ear.
"Your absolutely gorgeous."
"What?"
"Aabsolutely g-gorgeous."
"Yes Owen, I will marry you", I answer shaking my back side as if I had one.
I slipped my number into his furry man purse and have not heard from him yet.
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