I once met this black french flight attendant on a flight to Paris. She was more of a dark mullato but the brawd was finer than wine.
We got to chatting while i went in the back of the plane to stretch my legs (9+ hour flight). She told me her mom was from Martinique and that she loved Haitian music. She wrote her number and email for me on a piece of paper and told me shed be in Atlanta in a few weeks for an extended stay and to holler at her. I should have guarded the shyt with my life but i lost it in between connection flights (was heading to Polland) before i could save it on my phone (dead battery).
Her name was Magalie. I wanted to hurt myself when i realized i lost that number brehs. I thougth my search for a wife was over. i was on the flight pondering moving to Europe and all