The morning Amanda and I met I was running late for work. It had been weeks since I began my new-found appreciation for women, all women regardless of skin tone.
I held my coffee in one hand and my brief case in the other as I entered the building where I worked. I saw a woman standing in front of the elevators who was well-dressed and looking perplexed.
Her confused gaze focused on the building’s directory. She looked like the kind of girl who didn’t like to ask for help, the self-reliant type.
At first glance I found this woman attractive, she had shoulder length blonde.