Stephen
Laura’s words hit me hard. She was scared to fall in love with me because she wasn’t like the typical women I usually date. But that was exactly what attracted me to her.
“Okay, if I give you the choice of a Volvo or a Mercedes to own, what would you choose?” I asked her.
Laura lifted her head off my chest and looked up at me. “You’re giving me a choice of what car to buy?”
“Just a question. Just answer it,” I smiled at her.
“Neither. I don’t need you to buy me a car,” she replied.
“That,” I said as I cupped her face with my hand, “is why I am falling for you. It’s true you are not the typical girl I would date. The typical girls I date only see dollar signs. They don’t like me; they like the zeros at the end of my bank account,” I told her.
“We come from two very different
