Last summer I was unemployed and not in school. It meant that I had a lot of free time. So I made arrangements to hang with a friend in Salt Lake and drove up there a little earlier than she was off work. I had time to kill and the best way for me to waste hours is to go to a book store. I get lost in book stores!
When I went in search of a chair so I could sit and read my book, I noticed this really cute black guy reading a magazine. I smiled at him, and then sat down to read. Glancing, only occasionally, at him sitting next to me. After a few minutes he said, "Can I ask you a question?"
And we started talking from there. He told me a lot about himself. His name is Wade. He's originally from Georgia, moved to Utah to live with his uncle. He really respected his uncle and the way he treated his wife and so he found out why: the Church. So he joined the Church, worked as an orderly somewhere and lived in Bountiful. He plays basketball a couple times a week. Wasn't in school, but was planning on going in the future.
He seemed quite perfect. Well, not perfect. But he was beautiful, and he was black and he was talking to me. When my alarm went off telling me that I had to get back to my car, I got up the nerve and told him that if he was ever in Provo, he should probably call me.
He texted me as I walked to the car telling me that I was beautiful, smart and sexy. I was twitterpated. I spent the rest of the week texting him. He never actually called.
The point was, I worked up the nerve to give him my number. Which is a huge step for me, and completed the goal, even if nothing came of it.
*A month or so later, he asked me to send him a picture of me. It kind of freaked me out, so I sent him a picture of a llama. He texted me fairly consistently with "Wasup?" and never anything more substantial. I grew bored and annoyed of him. We don't text anymore.
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