There were three things I was a sucker for: a man who could cook, for obvious reasons. Second, a man that didn’t rush the foreplay and enjoyed kissing. I could linger on first base for hours just kissing and enjoying one another’s vibe. Lastly, it was a brother in a gold chain. Not the gaudy rapper chains but the subtle hint of gold. Cuban, herringbone, beaded ... ugh, that just did me in.
