Hot Chocolate

I was at Chocolati (cayenne hot chocolate = yummy) last night and feel the need to report that I saw one of the most amazing looking men I've ever seen in Seattle. Of course, he was brown. I resisted my initial desire to inquire if he was involved in an arranged marriage. I even paraphrased the question in my head: "Hi! I'm Heidi. If you aren't already married to your cousin, will you be participating in an arranged marriage?" If he said yes, my plan was to beat him down in a fit of displaced anger, but then I thought better of it: he had a very muscular upper body with big, bulky arms and a very lovely broad chest and shoulders. He would have crushed me in five seconds flat. He was taller than me, probably around age 25 or 30, had short black hair, and amazingly long eye lashes protruding from his big brown eyes. Yes, I was salivating. If I was my friend BB, I would have needed a bib. He was reading alone so I'm guessing he was single (as if reading alone in Chocolati = single; and I call myself a scientist...humph) but given my current state of frustration with brown skinned men, I just admired his molten hot chocolate yumminess and left it at that. Baby steps...