Jeannette Saint-Mathieu here. In case the name doesn't ring a bell, it should. I am the Haitian Strapon Goddess of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Currently, I'm enjoying a nice vacation from the Canadian Revenue Agency. I went to the island of Saint Lucia for a few days. Even though I am a Canadian citizen now, I can never set foot in my homeland of Haiti. I came to Canada as a Refugee Claimant and if I ever return to the Republic of Haiti, I could be stripped of my Canadian citizenship. For they only granted me refugee status in Canada because they were convinced that my life would be in terrible danger in my native land. I miss my hometown of Cap-Haitien, Crown Jewel of Northern Haiti, quite badly. However, I must make the best of my eight days of vacation. We never get everything we want in this life.
I was really enjoying myself at Hotel La Lune in the town of Castries, the Saint Lucian Capital. Saint Lucia really reminds me of the Republic of Haiti, even though it's much smaller. I lay on my chaise longue, lounging by the pool. There were a few White guys and White chicks walking around, but otherwise most of the folks in the pool were either Black or mixed. Just like the rest of the population of the island of Saint Lucia. I spotted a tall, well-built Black man sitting on a corner, talking on a cell phone. There was a red-haired White chick with him. I licked my lips at the sight of him. He's really fine-looking. Built like a professional athlete. Too bad he's into White chicks who don't look good in a bikini. I shouldn't hate. I got nothing against Black guys dating White chicks. I've dated the occasional White guy myself. Still, this brother was way too fine to be dealing with this chubby red-haired heifer. He needed some chocolate to melt in his mouth in the sun, not vanilla. And like the friendly Haitian-Canadian diva that I am, I was more than willing to help a brother out.
I approached the tall, sexy Black man coyly. The red-haired White chick wasn't leaving his side. I thought she was his girlfriend or wife or something. Imagine my surprise when a short, stocky little Asian dude joined the tall Black dude with the chubby White chick. The Asian dude kissed the redhead on the lips, further confusing me. What the fuck is going on here? My keen eyes zeroed in on the matching rings on the redhead and the Asian's hands. They were definitely a married couple. Which meant the Black dude was NOT her husband or boyfriend or whatever. The three of them spoke in an accent which I pegged as American right away. I approached them with a smile on my face. The brother smiled when he saw me. I greeted them, and asked them where they came from. The brother introduced himself as Antoine Guerrier, of Boston, Massachusetts. Hmmm. I commented that his name sounded Haitian, and he proudly told me he was Haitian-American. Nice! Antoine introduced me to his friends, Dylan Chang and his wife Deirdre Von Rossbach. They knew each other from their days at the University of Massachusetts at Amherst and apparently ran into each other while on vacation. They hadn't seen each other in years. Wow. Small world, eh? Dylan and Antoine were real friendly while talking to me but Deirdre Von what's-her-name eyed me coldly. I immediately pegged her as a stuck-up bitch.
