I wish I could simply unhitch this caboose
Would anyone like to have my butt? Anyone?
As if I hadn't had enough trauma in one week, the strangest, most traumatizing, and strangely flattering thing just happened.
I was walking to the library after completeing my homework assignment and noticed a not too bad looking black guy walking in the exact same direction. Nothing special, nothing unusual, but I kept noticing that he kept just a step behind me. Then, when we were almost to the library, he came up a step and walked right next to me.
I kept on thinking, 'I wonder if he wants to talk to me' and thought that it might be nice if he actually did.
Talking was not part of the plan.
We were almost at the library and I was beginning to think I'd been mistaken, when his hand touched my arm to stop me, then his other hand came to my other arm and he leaned in for a kiss.
I kept thinking, no way, he can't mean to. . . he's not!
Eyes wide, ears back (yeah, they actually move with certain expressions) I put my hands to his chest and stopped him, and he asked, "Can I just kiss you?"
Almost unable to comprehend what was happening, I shook my head, "I- I've never been kissed."
He leaned in closer, "there's a first time for everything."
I shook my head again, "not my first kiss, I'm waiting." Waiting for what, I didn't know. I was just so shocked that I didn't know what to say.
He repeated it under his breath, "waiting."
I tried again, "If it weren't for the fact that I haven't ever been kissed it'd be different, but I've never even dated."
"You a college girl and you never even dated?"
"It's not as uncommon as you would think. Lots of girls in college haven't dated."
At the end of all this he just looked sadly at my butt and walks away (he might not have been looking at my butt, but it sure seemed like it).
Somewhere in there I asked him his name and gave him mine, hoping he wasn't too embarassed.
As it is, I still have to wonder whether all this was some silly impulse, or if he really likes me. What would he have done if I had kissed him? Left it at that and told all his friends about it? -_-' I do not understand guys at all. I have no idea what he was thinking.
I hate my butt and all the trouble that it's gotten me into. Why can't I be a normal white girl with a normal, not-so-disgustingly-large butt?
As if I hadn't had enough trauma in one week, the strangest, most traumatizing, and strangely flattering thing just happened.
I was walking to the library after completeing my homework assignment and noticed a not too bad looking black guy walking in the exact same direction. Nothing special, nothing unusual, but I kept noticing that he kept just a step behind me. Then, when we were almost to the library, he came up a step and walked right next to me.
I kept on thinking, 'I wonder if he wants to talk to me' and thought that it might be nice if he actually did.
Talking was not part of the plan.
We were almost at the library and I was beginning to think I'd been mistaken, when his hand touched my arm to stop me, then his other hand came to my other arm and he leaned in for a kiss.
I kept thinking, no way, he can't mean to. . . he's not!
Eyes wide, ears back (yeah, they actually move with certain expressions) I put my hands to his chest and stopped him, and he asked, "Can I just kiss you?"
Almost unable to comprehend what was happening, I shook my head, "I- I've never been kissed."
He leaned in closer, "there's a first time for everything."
I shook my head again, "not my first kiss, I'm waiting." Waiting for what, I didn't know. I was just so shocked that I didn't know what to say.
He repeated it under his breath, "waiting."
I tried again, "If it weren't for the fact that I haven't ever been kissed it'd be different, but I've never even dated."
"You a college girl and you never even dated?"
"It's not as uncommon as you would think. Lots of girls in college haven't dated."
At the end of all this he just looked sadly at my butt and walks away (he might not have been looking at my butt, but it sure seemed like it).
Somewhere in there I asked him his name and gave him mine, hoping he wasn't too embarassed.
As it is, I still have to wonder whether all this was some silly impulse, or if he really likes me. What would he have done if I had kissed him? Left it at that and told all his friends about it? -_-' I do not understand guys at all. I have no idea what he was thinking.
I hate my butt and all the trouble that it's gotten me into. Why can't I be a normal white girl with a normal, not-so-disgustingly-large butt?