Prior to meeting Stephen Aumont, Helene Tremblay would have never entertained the idea of dating a black man. Most of the ones she knew at Algonquin College liked to act like thugs, thinking such behavior impresses women, and she didn't like that at all. Helene's reservations about dating the young black men that she saw at her school were well-founded. Of course, once Helene met a brother who was confident enough to be his own man instead of thugging it out, she changed her tune.
Looking at Stephen, Helene definitely liked what she saw. The brother had a lot of things going on for himself. Stephen was tall, handsome, masculine and always well-dressed. The Haitian brother had a business degree from Carleton University and worked for Shared Services. He had a nice apartment, made good money, and carried himself like a gentleman. Helene likes those things in a man.
Of course, the fact that Stephen Aumont is bisexual would turn off a lot of women, but not Helene. Nope, Helene is the biggest fan of the TV series Supernatural and loves to write slash fiction about the decidedly bicurious characters Dean Winchester and Castiel the Angel, and even throws in the sexy female demon Meg into the mix for good measure. In other words? Male bisexuality turns Helene on the same way that lesbian porn turns on straight men. It was a match made in Heaven.
Stephen was thrilled to be dating Helene, who's living proof that there are women who truly like bisexual men. Lots of gay men, afraid of losing undecided men to hopeful women, try to discourage their female friends from dating bisexual men. Lots of bisexual men fall victim to this sabotage tactic. Fortunately for Stephen, Helene isn't like those feeble-minded females. Helene goes for what she wants and has a mind of her own. Stephen wants her more badly than he wants his next breath...
It's often been stated or pointed out that lots of black men like curvy white women. Stephen Aumont has a thing for big beautiful ladies of all races. For ages, he used to fool around with Gladys, a foxy black mama who was good friends with his parents. Now, while looking for his future wife, Stephen has expanded his playing field, and opened up to dating white ladies. It's a good thing because Helene Tremblay excites him like no one has in quite some time...
"Babe, I must confess, I like your farts," Stephen Aumont said to his new love interest, and Helene Tremblay blushed, not believing her ears. The tall, chubby, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, red-haired young French Canadian woman looked at her lover and shook her head. Stephen was something else, to say the very least. Helene liked what she saw, and she liked what she heard even more.
"I see," Helene replied, smiling hesitantly, and Stephen nodded. The two of them sat inside the food court at Place D'Orleans in the East End of Ottawa, Ontario. At this hour, the mall was packed since after all this was a Saturday. Some folks walking by looked at the young interracial couple, but neither Helene nor Stephen cared. Who says Haitian men can't date white women of French Canadian descent? Exactly.
