Well unfortunately #16 didn’t want any details about him out, some of which I understand, other I don’t, but hey it’s his privacy and I respect his right to it. Unfortunately I cannot write about anything we talked about because it all ties into bits of his identity, soooooooooooooooooooooooo. He was my first firangi date. We went to Moet’s. We ate pizza. It was very good! He walked me to my car and, when I told him to text me when he got home, stroked my cheek and told me I was cute. ‘Of course I’m cute,’ I tossed at him before I hopped in and drove off.