Jamaica Mon....

So I'm at my briefing this week minding my own business trying to figure out how I'm going to rollover my investment $$$ now that I'm without a job. Not expecting anything too exciting. I sit in the back because I plan to sneak out if it's too boring. Well about 20 minutes into the briefing the door opens. I don't look up because I hate tardiness with a mental like passion. Then I heard that fucking voice and I about fell out of my seat. It's CHOCOLATE BOY, well he's actually a man, but you know what I'm saying. He apologizes to the speaker for being late and then takes the seat nearest to me, guess he like the back too. He kinds of chuckles when he sits down because I've doodled all over my notebook and it's obvious I'm not paying attention. I don't look at him because I'm having a very good hair day and I know he's looking at it again. We get a break and he just sits there, I just sit there, but I can't take it so I check my e-mail on the public computer...no e-mail so I go back to the briefing room. He's checking me out now that I'm not behind the desk. He says my last name and I just look at him...nice to meet you, he's smiling like...well he's smiling real big. I smile back and go back to my doodling. After the class begins again the speaker tells us how much we will need in our investment accounts by the time we are ready to retire. I have underestimated what I will need...get this he's planning on having 3 Mil saved. I raise an eyebrow, he tells me he likes nice things. Just the way his accent lets that roll out of his mouth is enough to make me want to run in the other direction. He smelled real good too. I tell him there's nothing wrong with wanting nice things and continue to play with the numbers on my paper. He looks over at my paper and tells me since I'm not going to have enough I can stay in his guest house and he won't charge me rent. I finally look him in the eye and tell him no one gives something for nothing. He simply says TRUE. He smiles and I smile and then I ignore him for the rest of the briefing. I bolt for the door when it's over. I get to my truck put on my seat belt and then he's right there. I almost scream because this man has scared me in more ways than one. He looks he my truck and sees the baby seat. He smiles at me and says so you're a mom? I nod and tell him I'm also a wife. He doesn't waiver, he grabs my hand and simply says your not wearing a ring. I look at my hand in his hand and I lamely tell him I forgot to put it back on after my shower. He laughs and says nothing wrong with a morning shower. He lets go of my hand and smiles and walks to his car which is a VW which I HATE, but he's reppin' Jamaica with his flag. I ain't mad, just a little shook. Why he got to be so friendly??