There's a gas station/convenience store that's within walking distance of my house, that's owned by an Indian family (as in: from India - - not America). I've only started to stop by here recently to buy gas or pick up some rubbers gum. The family that owns this joint are all attractive. The first time I saw the mother, I was tempted to tell her that she's too damn pretty to be standing behind a cash register. She's tall, late 40's, fair skinned & just classically beautiful......yes, I'm still a big 'mo, but I know what pretty looks like, and mama has it going on. I've also met the father & one his sons....both attractive & very friendly.
Last night (after my gym workout -- FYI), I stopped in for some H-to-the-2-to-the-O, and got to meet the younger son....Holy Vishnu!...I have never seen a buff Indian before. This guy looked like an Indian version of Mario Lopez. Picture this: tall, muscular, spiky gelled hair, stylish black glasses, dimpled cheeks, all stuffed into a tight pair of Diesel jeans & an A+F (tight) T-shirt.......hmmm....there's a chance that he just may be "family" (translation: a big Queer)......as Americanized as he was, it was cute to hear him speak with an Indian accent.....I swear, I walked out of there with a semi-woody.
After I paid for my water, he told me: "thanks for stopping by, see you soon"...I thought to myself: "damn straight!"......I think I'm in love y'all!