I always knew there was something different about him: The way his hazel eyes always seemed to see right through me, the way his smile seemed to say 'Let's make love' and 'Let's fuck' all at the same time. I am talking about my boyfriend, Angelo.
I met him through my best friend. Her brother had him over one day watching a football game. I've known my best friend for over ten years, so I considered myself and was considered, part of the family. When the doorbell rang, I took it upon myself to answer it, seeing as though my best friend was making snacks and her brother was making the living room 'Guy Friendly', or so he called it.
When I opened the door, my breath caught in my throat: In front of me stood everything I ever fantasized in a man. He was tall, scratch that, VERY tall, 6'7 or 6'8 was my guess and he was big, by no means fat, he had the perfect build. His hair was kinda messy, but it suited him. He was dressed in a white tank top and jeans. His hazel eyes looked me up and down as he smiled down at me. It took me awhile to realize I was just staring at him dumbly, and that's not attractive.
"Hey," he said, before I could open my mouth to speak. "I'm Angelo, Daniel's friend. He invited me over to watch the game?"
I nodded, opened the door, and stood to the side, allowing him to enter. 'God! Why can't I talk?' I asked myself as he walked past me and joined Daniel in the living room. I went into the kitchen to ask my best friend about Angelo.
"Who is that guy?" I ask her.
"Who? Angelo? He's just one of Daniel's friends, he comes around every now and then to watch a game or something like that," she says, purposely trying to leave out as much as she can to keep me asking questions.
"Why haven't I ever seen him?" I ask her.
"He doesn't come around much, Kya, and you don't either," she answers, rubbing my busy schedule in my face.
"Do you know what he does?" I ask, knowing that I'm prying, but I don't care; this guy was the very essence of sex in the flesh.
"Daniel says that he's some sort of 'entertainer', whatever that means." She said, rolling her eyes.
"HEY, RACHEL! THE GAME'S ABOUT TO START!" Daniel yells, interrupting my questions. Rachel looked at me and shrugged her shoulders, "Do you want to watch the game?".