Hey, there. My name is Thomas Vladimir. I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I attend Carleton University, where I study business administration. I guess I'm bisexual, though I mainly prefer women. I explored my bisexual side when I was younger, and it turned out to be mere curiosity. My lady is aware of that and she's cool with it. These days, I'm dating a lovely gal named Meredith Saint-James. A six-foot-tall, red-haired, green-eyed and alabaster-skinned French Canadian woman. We're very happy together. I intend to marry her. My dear Meredith is studying business management at the Telfer School of the University of Ottawa. I see us as a power couple in the making. We look good together, we're educated and we got ambition to spare. A lot of good-looking, educated Black men at colleges and universities in Canada and America mainly date White women because Black women don't believe in us. Seriously, the sisters have turned their backs on us. White girls are a lot nicer to Black men than Black women nowadays.
Everybody knows this, hell, even White guys with Black girlfriends admit this shit. My good friend Antonio Pignatelli is Italian and he's dating a Black chick named Michelle Anderson. He's really into her but even he is appalled at the way she treats her male relatives and basically any Black guy she knows. Sometimes, he tells me, she appears to hate all men in general regardless of skin colour. Wow. Antonio told me he's afraid she might turn against him someday. I advised him to keep dating her and have his fun without making any long-term plans.
My good friend Antonio is a cool guy who attends York University near the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. I've known him for a while so as his friend, I don't want him to lose everything because he married some Black bitch with an attitude. You got to watch out for unpleasant Black chicks with an attitude problem. Hell, even my own Afro-centric mother Tina Vladimir disapproved of Stella, the arrogant Black chick I dated before I met my Caucasian darling Meredith. So don't blame me for wanting to marry outside my race, alright?
This thing called lust is a powerful thing, guys. Even though I'm happily engaged to a tall, pretty White woman, I still have spasms of lust where Black women are concerned. My heart belongs to my green-eyed White beauty queen. My dick is into anything that moves, and occasionally craves Black meat. And when that happens, I've got no choice but to feed it. I have chastised myself because I still lust after Black women. Seriously, I wish I could banish these sexual urges I get whenever I see a tall Black chick with a big ghetto booty.
That's the truth. However, evolution wired me that way so there's nothing I can do about it. One night, I was browsing through the back of Ottawa's deeply conservative newspaper which always showed the sunny side of life in the capital of Canada. I came across an escort ad. A gal with the moniker Ebony Goddess had left a telephone number and described herself as deeply sexual and extremely open-minded. I was curious so I dialed the number. The six one three area code pretty much guaranteed it to be an Ottawa phone number. Immediately someone picked up. A very pleasant-sounding female voice answered.
