Jet! Jet has sandy blond hair that is thick and has a slight wave to it, he is tall has broad nice shoulders and is trim and lean. He is well taller than me but who isn't. His eyes are a silvery blue color with flecks of gold. Bed room eyes I call them. He has tattoos all the way up his right arm. They start from his finger tips and go all the way up his arm, go across his shoulder blades then down his chest and back. I usually don't go for guys with tattoos but there is just something about his personality that has my attention. He is different and he treats me different and I like that about him.
The first time we met he was wearing a white cotton v-neck t-shirt, a pair of black skinny jeans and was holding a skate board.
I had bumped into him while turning around after ordering my coffee at a coffee shop that is down the street from my apartment. I hadn't even seen that he was right behind me. I ended up spilling my coffee on him and me. I felt so bad, it was horrible. Then after I said I was sorry he offered to by me another cup of coffee. I couldn't believe it. But that's how our relationship took a running start.........

I Put down my pen and looked at the description I had of Jet. It was good enough detail for anyone who came across my note book and read it. I kept all the descriptive personal details of him deep inside my head. I closed my note book and held it close to my chest. My favorite thing about him besides his personality was all his tattoos. I thought they were sexy but he looked at them as a way of life.