Adventures in Boston Friday, December 21, 2001: I almost lost my cool It's been a long time since I have seen a gourgeous guy. The kind that makes my temperature rise. I see intresting, nice,cute, funny, witty, and attrative guys on a occasion. I rarely see gorgeous men. The kind I think of while eating sushi. Since this is Boston that makes it extra special. As I was getting off the train I noticed him. He was about 5' 9", brown skin, bald head. He was carrying a bag of dry cleaning that indicated to me that he worked downtown. Now you see I don't see many guys that are so good looking I get nervous just looking at them. What made it even better was that the attraction was mutual. He continually looked at me when we were on the second set of elevators. I smiled at him each time but it was quite akward because I knew in the end what would happen. I couldn't show too much interest because I am not available. He was so gorgeous I was momentarily thought I should make a move. I know that I can't and I don't want to. Although I think in the long run I want to end up with a black man I am not into limiting my self. At the same time this causes a dilemma. The man that I am with and currently love is Indian. So I think to myself sometimes about the situation. Should we even be together if in the long run he's probably not the one? Am I too young to be so committed? The other thing I know is this: I have a sure thing, a great thing and anything else would be crap shoot. I have no I idea what I would get. Now why I leave this.? The race issue is the only thing that makes me uneasy. What's funny really is that it is not the interracial relationship that bothers me. I don't really think of us like that. It's just this thing that I *think* the brothas have. What's ironic is that Mr. India jokes about this all of the time. He knows what I want, but we just clicked. It was natural. So I guess I should do what he says "Just go with the flow." Lately that phrase has become so complex. What if one day that "flow" means to flow away from him? Just a two minute gazing session brought up all of this! Anyway brotha man was fine. [Note: after re-reading this it seems as if I am flight risk. I don't think this is the case. I just over analyze ] Little // 8:43 PM ______________________ Thursday, December 20, 2001: Hello eveyone. I am new to this and hopefull i'll figure it all out. I am a California girl that somehow got trapped on the east coast, Boston to be exact. I don't really like it but some how I can't seem to leave. I guess I have to do somethings and I can't leave until I do them. Many of you knew this as an email series but it has made it the web. I will work on trying to get the old emails up of course making them shorter! So sit thight for now and I will be back soon. Little // 9:34 PM ______________________
I almost lost my cool It's been a long time since I have seen a gourgeous guy. The kind that makes my temperature rise. I see intresting, nice,cute, funny, witty, and attrative guys on a occasion. I rarely see gorgeous men. The kind I think of while eating sushi. Since this is Boston that makes it extra special. As I was getting off the train I noticed him. He was about 5' 9", brown skin, bald head. He was carrying a bag of dry cleaning that indicated to me that he worked downtown. Now you see I don't see many guys that are so good looking I get nervous just looking at them. What made it even better was that the attraction was mutual. He continually looked at me when we were on the second set of elevators. I smiled at him each time but it was quite akward because I knew in the end what would happen. I couldn't show too much interest because I am not available. He was so gorgeous I was momentarily thought I should make a move. I know that I can't and I don't want to. Although I think in the long run I want to end up with a black man I am not into limiting my self. At the same time this causes a dilemma. The man that I am with and currently love is Indian. So I think to myself sometimes about the situation. Should we even be together if in the long run he's probably not the one? Am I too young to be so committed? The other thing I know is this: I have a sure thing, a great thing and anything else would be crap shoot. I have no I idea what I would get. Now why I leave this.? The race issue is the only thing that makes me uneasy. What's funny really is that it is not the interracial relationship that bothers me. I don't really think of us like that. It's just this thing that I *think* the brothas have. What's ironic is that Mr. India jokes about this all of the time. He knows what I want, but we just clicked. It was natural. So I guess I should do what he says "Just go with the flow." Lately that phrase has become so complex. What if one day that "flow" means to flow away from him? Just a two minute gazing session brought up all of this! Anyway brotha man was fine. [Note: after re-reading this it seems as if I am flight risk. I don't think this is the case. I just over analyze ] Little // 8:43 PM
Hello eveyone. I am new to this and hopefull i'll figure it all out. I am a California girl that somehow got trapped on the east coast, Boston to be exact. I don't really like it but some how I can't seem to leave. I guess I have to do somethings and I can't leave until I do them. Many of you knew this as an email series but it has made it the web. I will work on trying to get the old emails up of course making them shorter! So sit thight for now and I will be back soon. Little // 9:34 PM
