So I’m feeling a delivery man.
I’m not sick.
Not my usual tax bracket, right? LOL
Anyway, I’m not talking about the fat Mexican man delivering goods to the local bodega around then corner from my crib.
I’m talking about this sexy ass African dude rocking a big body…
… and I ain’t talking about the truck….
There is the African dude who delivers items to my job,
and that muthafucka is so fucking delicious.
Here is the Wolf resume….
Smooth milk chocolate skin
Serious upper body super strength
Nice semi pink lips
His only flaw is his top row of teeth are not complete straight.
I’m not going to be that shallow.
Lately, he has been showing signs he is interested.
He always has some kind of small talk for me.
Something inside whispers when he is around and I have a gut feeling I am going to go with.
I was walking about 2 weeks ago and it had to be POURING.
I had my umbrella open, going to get lunch, and minding my own business.
Suddenly, I felt my umbrella going backwards like something was pulling it.
I thought it was a strong breeze, but the wind was hardly blowing.
I even thought it was caught on a power line or something.
When I looked back, there he was, pulling on my unbrella.
A smile instantly went across my face.
“I was like, wtf is going on?” I laughed.
“That scared you, huh?” He asked, smiling at me.
I wanted to say something fresh ass, but I digress.
Today, he comes to deliver something to the wrong company so he asks me if the person on the package works here.
I never heard of the person but that was NOT important.
What was important was this muthafucka’s arms.
He had on a tight polo shirt and his pecs were sitting up RIGHT underneath.
His biceps were flexing every time he moved his arm to put his phone to his ear.
I had to stop myself from hyperventilating.
I was in “FUCK IT” mode today because I felt good and was feeling like the sexiest Fox alive.
I dunno what I got high on, but I woke up feeling something good.
I was trying to start some convo with him and bag him before he left.
I was determined to get his number and get him by the end of the month.
Everytime I tried to fix my lips to ask him something,
someone came to interrupt.
He was getting calls from his boss and they were arguing.
Then, the mail room guy came and he decided to stop and talk.
Finally, my African Wolf left.
I was hung up wet and he left me high and dry.
I called his company and got his name and messenger #.
I’ll make sure the next box he gets will be mine.