Crossing the Brooklyn Bridge
Your voice sounded soft and caring, well-spoken and very easy to understand. My interest grew as I learned that you were a designer. In my modeling life I have only met two straight male designers. I decided to take the subway after you guided me to your place, over the phone. I got off the train; The corner looked like a Ghetto to me, I got scared, I usually jot down a flight number, and a handsome limo driver is waiting for me, and I always enjoy the ride and the landscape of new states; always seems like a different world.
You came to my rescue, you just purchased a good bottle of wine; I was early and the sheets were in the laundry; You were cleaning and spent most of the day getting your apartment ready for my arrival. As we walked toward your street, all of the sudden things started to change, a quiet downhill street with low rise neatly painted buildings appeared; I could see the river sleeping at the end; just like in a movie, and I was ashamed; five minutes earlier I was ready to cancel our meeting and go back to my mother’s house, you were very understanding and most of the people in this neighborhood are artists and very talented people.
We made to your building, beautiful lobby with plants and marble floor, your apartment was exquisite with a beautiful view of the river, you lighted up the candles and while we were sipping the wine, you were telling me how beautiful and gorgeous I was. You are a handsome guy and I was wondering why you wanted me, Read More