We met, of all places, the LC office. In this dingy dark place full of cobwebs and odd smells.

I didn’t mean to stare but there was something familiar about her, something that made my eye linger a bit longer than a gentleman’s should.

She so caught me checking her out. I blushed and she laughed. It was as if the air between us erupted into music.

We began to talk. She was witty and smart and charming. And of course, so hot. That little, smelly room was transformed into paradise. Of all things to find in an LC office, love? I didn’t expect that.

We met a couple of times, for drinks and a movie, and each time I fell deeper and deeper in love.

One day, she was over at my place. We were relaxing on the sofa resting and watching TV when …

That’s when I saw it.

That’s why she had looked so familiar that first day I saw her. There she was on the TV.

It was her dancing in Fik Fameika video.

I couldn’t believe it.

My girl.

My love.

The one I had given my heart to.

Was a video vixen?

For Fik Fameica?

I couldn’t believe it. I looked at her.

She looked at me.

After a moment of awkward silence I just had to muster up the guts to ask, “How could you do such a thing?”

She didn’t answer. She just held this … look … In her eyes.

So I asked, “This is who you were all along? You couldn’t have just told me? How? How could you rub your bum like that on Fik Fameika?”

Again. She said nothing. Her eyes were mystery. Her lips were silent.

I needed to know. I kept asking.

“How could you wine up ya bady like that? Do you still remember how to do it? Please, please do it on me also. Do you still have that skirt? You have got to dub me like that! All along I was here with a twerk star and you never hooked me up with that sweet rubadub? you need to hook it up, baby. Get up get up!”

So yeah. We are getting married in December.