First of all, let me introduce myself to you — my name is J., you can call me JP. If you just imagine a classy dressed, 25-year-old French-American man with blue eyes and dark brown hair, 6’1″, who has a serious but really pretty face, you’d have a very good picture of me. I can tell you I’m no foreigner to female attention, and there are still a lot about I could say, but you’ll know what matters after reading my whole confession.
I’m currently dating a white girl, as I’ve mostly been doing since my teenage years. I’m in a 10-month relationship with my college sweetheart, a cute 23-year-old blonde girl, V. My girlfriend Vicki loves to invite me to social events, parties and other such alleged causes for celebration like the social butterfly she is. She takes to these occasions like a moth to a candle flame and, as her boyfriend, I’m pressed into service as her plus one.