I finally looked directly at Ken. I noticed how handsome he was. He looked to be Italian, with his dark hair, olive skin and brooding eyes. He was about 6’3”, with broad shoulders and an athletic build. His shapely lips were spread into a warm smile. As handsome and manly as he was, his dimpled cheeks made him boyishly cute. I had never been approached by a white man before. And judging from what appeared before me, I didn’t mind it one bit. But I was confused as to why he would be interested in me after all that I’d just told him.