I went out the other day, and spotted this ridiculously good-looking man walking through the Champlain Place Shopping Center in downtown Moncton. He was tall, easily six-foot-two or more, with broad shoulders, a lean and athletic body, and a really cute face. Oh, and he was of African descent, looking downright sexy in a black leather jacket over a bright red silk shirt, black silk pants and indigo tie. We don't get a lot of African businessmen in the City of Moncton, Province of New Brunswick, so like most people at the mall, I was staring at this absolutely sexy brother who was minding his own business. In case you're wondering who this is, my name is Ashley Saint-Denis, and I'm a French Canadian woman who worships Black men.
Most people who meet me say that I'm the tomboy type. Sometimes I get mistaken for a butch lesbian. I'm five-foot-eleven, slim and fit, with short reddish brown hair and pale blue eyes. I have tattoos over ninety percent of my body. Only my face and my pussy lack tattoos. I have them everywhere else. I am thirty two years old, and hold a Master's degree in business administration from the University of Quebec in the City of Montreal. After getting fired from the Canadian Revenue Agency, I returned to my hometown of Moncton, Province of New Brunswick, and became a tattoo artist. That was eight years ago. I am doing what I love, and it makes me happy. I don't need the stress of an office job. My company, Maritime Ink, has five locations in the vastness of Canada. One in the City of Moncton, one in the City of Montreal, one in the City of Ottawa and two in the City of Toronto. It's a multi-million-dollar business, ladies and gentlemen. Not bad, eh?
I love walking around the Champlain Place Shopping Center, the largest in the City of Moncton. The Maritime Provinces are the Whitest of all Canada, and we don't get a lot of racial minorities up here. Lately I've been seeing a few Asians, Africans and Arabs here and there but their numbers in New Brunswick are low compared to the rest of Canada. Sometimes I wish I could live somewhere more diverse like the City of Montreal but my friends and family are here in Moncton. I can't just get up and take off. Anyhow, where was I? Oh, yes. I was telling you about the sexy African man I ran into at the Champlain Place Mall. He bought a couple of suits from the Italian guy's store, and then sat in the busy food course with some Chinese food. Everywhere around him, people stared. I felt like slapping my forehead. We're in the twenty-first century. A Black man is President of the United States of America. A Black woman was once Governor General of us right here in Canada. Big changes are happening all over the Continent of North America. Yet the City of Moncton, New Brunswick, hasn't changed a bit. We're homogenous and dull.
