Growing up in New York I have a lot of friends that have moved out of the city because they can’t take the long term commitment of a city like New York.
One of my friends in particular left because she got a job offer in North Carolina that she couldn’t refuse. She moved out there but alway comes back from time to time to visit.
Most times when she comes back to the city we usually do lunch or something so we can catch up and vent about whatever we have going on to each other.
She’s always been a great listener and it helps that she’s drop dead gorgeous. She’s about 5’7 French Canadian with grey hair and blue eyes and cream smooth skin with long legs that resembled the once proud twin towers.
Head to toes flawless, and she speaks like 5 languages. I’m telling you this woman was dangerous. We both knew it, she would always tell me about her short lived romances and how wild inconsistent sex life.