Steve and Scott are ready for some hot pussy pounding action.
Its glamorous flashy vibe is obvious before you even enter the space, as you take in the beaming Chinese symbol above the door and the red block L-U-C-K-E-E painted across the windows.
This was before the days of food photography and blogging, so I don’t have a photo gallery of the meal, but still, I can remember every course, the tour of the kitchen, our conversations with our server, the nervous-date-butterflies, and the strange Colonel Saunders dolls around the room. The meal, in short, was incredible and sparked love affairs with the two most important things in my life today- my obsession with food and dining, and my now-seven-years-and-strong relationship.
Yes, it was early in the relationship, but I knew that if he was going to feed me like that, I was on board for the long haul.
It seems like I've been only attracting Caucasian men lately.
I'm very open minded, but I still have friends who sort of thinks interracial dating is weird.