Ask and you shall receive. My Palestinian.
Now I don't need a man. I'm truly fine being all by myself. I can take care of myself and I definitely don't need a dick to make me feel good about me.
But, I found a man and Mississippi Goddamn is he good.
I met him in my Archaeology: Buried Cities and Lost Tribes class. My Dutch teacher who only talks out of one side of her mouth did this stupid, increasingly common "get to know each other" exercise and I was paired up with him. He told me his family was from The West Bank and that he had a pet turtle named Ahmed that was actually an endangered desert tortoise that he found in his back yard. He's not supposed to keep Ahmed because of that unfortunate endangered status, but he's too attached to let him go. He wore a white, moderately thin long-sleeved shirt the fist day I met him, and I couldn't stop staring at his nipples that would frequently fluctuate between different states of hardness. He noticed me staring...just like I intended him to. I didn't listen to a thing Dr. Tineke Van Zandt said in class.
We talked after class. And it progressed from there. Like this:
Me: Oh word? That's cool.
him: Yeah, definitely. I'm blessed.
Me: But hey, I really need to get something to eat; I have track practice later and need to fuel up haha.
him: Oh ok. Well I guess I'll see you next week then.
Me: Well you wanna eat with me? That is if you don't have anything to do right now...(that was hard to say)
him: Naw! For sure. I'd like that...I'm pretty hungry, now that I think about it.
He ordered tater tots from the Santa Rita Cafe. He took 5 packets of ketchup, and lined then up in a row before he opened them and squirted them neatly into the spot he neatly cleared. He swirled each tater tot precisely 3 times in the puddle of ketchup before popping it in his mouth. We talked about Minoans, bad movies, the holy land and Jew's. "I want us all to get along someday," he said.
After eating, we accidentally ended up walking to a bathroom that is infrequently used, and just happened to make out. His lips were a little chapped, but his tongue tasted good (not like tater tots). He ran his fingers up and down my chest timidly...almost like he was afraid to offend. He made a "mmmmm" sound every time I gently bit his lip and pinched his waist. He also said some shit in Arabic, which I can only guess would translate into "oh yeah, daddy." He got wet as hell as he grabbed my business and I grabbed his. And then, he stopped us.
"I want to experience your mind first," he said. "You're the fist person I've ever kissed. You're even more special now to me now." I felt bad; I felt like a corruptive, bad influence. He told me that "Allah told him that is ok."
It's ok. it's ok. It's ok.
So, I don't need a man, but havin one sho' is good.
But, I found a man and Mississippi Goddamn is he good.
I met him in my Archaeology: Buried Cities and Lost Tribes class. My Dutch teacher who only talks out of one side of her mouth did this stupid, increasingly common "get to know each other" exercise and I was paired up with him. He told me his family was from The West Bank and that he had a pet turtle named Ahmed that was actually an endangered desert tortoise that he found in his back yard. He's not supposed to keep Ahmed because of that unfortunate endangered status, but he's too attached to let him go. He wore a white, moderately thin long-sleeved shirt the fist day I met him, and I couldn't stop staring at his nipples that would frequently fluctuate between different states of hardness. He noticed me staring...just like I intended him to. I didn't listen to a thing Dr. Tineke Van Zandt said in class.
We talked after class. And it progressed from there. Like this:
Me: Oh word? That's cool.
him: Yeah, definitely. I'm blessed.
Me: But hey, I really need to get something to eat; I have track practice later and need to fuel up haha.
him: Oh ok. Well I guess I'll see you next week then.
Me: Well you wanna eat with me? That is if you don't have anything to do right now...(that was hard to say)
him: Naw! For sure. I'd like that...I'm pretty hungry, now that I think about it.
He ordered tater tots from the Santa Rita Cafe. He took 5 packets of ketchup, and lined then up in a row before he opened them and squirted them neatly into the spot he neatly cleared. He swirled each tater tot precisely 3 times in the puddle of ketchup before popping it in his mouth. We talked about Minoans, bad movies, the holy land and Jew's. "I want us all to get along someday," he said.
After eating, we accidentally ended up walking to a bathroom that is infrequently used, and just happened to make out. His lips were a little chapped, but his tongue tasted good (not like tater tots). He ran his fingers up and down my chest timidly...almost like he was afraid to offend. He made a "mmmmm" sound every time I gently bit his lip and pinched his waist. He also said some shit in Arabic, which I can only guess would translate into "oh yeah, daddy." He got wet as hell as he grabbed my business and I grabbed his. And then, he stopped us.
"I want to experience your mind first," he said. "You're the fist person I've ever kissed. You're even more special now to me now." I felt bad; I felt like a corruptive, bad influence. He told me that "Allah told him that is ok."
It's ok. it's ok. It's ok.
So, I don't need a man, but havin one sho' is good.