Ebony in Wonderland
So about two weeks ago I decided I couldn’t be lonely anymore. I'm just not cut out for single life. I found a dating service. Sweet Pops I could use some money and I need a man. That's like killing two birds with one stone! I went on a couple of dates with a few nice older gentlemen, but nothing really clicked. No sparks.
Then I received an e-mail from one guy. He seemed nice and had a very clear world view. Just like me. I loved that. He's very well-off, a best selling author, public speaker and black intellectual. We exchanged e-mails for a couple of days until I said I wanted to meet him. We met in a coffee shop in Brooklyn. He doesn't live in Brooklyn, but said he feels comfortable there.
It was... magical! He told me great stories! Long, detailed, intricate stories. Mainly about his childhood. His language is so colorful! I could listen to him talk forever. And... he does talk... forever.
We came to an agreement that he would pay my rent and give me an additional allowance for the month in exchange for me sitting with him and listening to his wisdom. I'd do that for free! So I was all for it. He bought me nice expensive sweaters, we took pictures and he gave me sweets to eat.
Ok, I guess I should say he's married. But I don't care. We love each other. That's all that counts! Well, I wasn't going to say who he is, but we're ok with the scrutiny. As long as we have each other. And it would come out anyway so here's a picture of us together.
So what? Occasionally he gets on me about my poundcake thievery and tells me my name is too ethnic and complains about my vernacular use (while using it himself). So what?! He keeps me clean. He removes the filth flarn flarn filth from my life! And I love him for it! I love his Gordon Gartrell shirts and hoagies and pudding. I love his accuracy and attention to details and statistics. And I love the 5 Gs he gives me each month. I love my sugar pops!
Then I received an e-mail from one guy. He seemed nice and had a very clear world view. Just like me. I loved that. He's very well-off, a best selling author, public speaker and black intellectual. We exchanged e-mails for a couple of days until I said I wanted to meet him. We met in a coffee shop in Brooklyn. He doesn't live in Brooklyn, but said he feels comfortable there.
It was... magical! He told me great stories! Long, detailed, intricate stories. Mainly about his childhood. His language is so colorful! I could listen to him talk forever. And... he does talk... forever.
We came to an agreement that he would pay my rent and give me an additional allowance for the month in exchange for me sitting with him and listening to his wisdom. I'd do that for free! So I was all for it. He bought me nice expensive sweaters, we took pictures and he gave me sweets to eat.
Ok, I guess I should say he's married. But I don't care. We love each other. That's all that counts! Well, I wasn't going to say who he is, but we're ok with the scrutiny. As long as we have each other. And it would come out anyway so here's a picture of us together.
So what? Occasionally he gets on me about my poundcake thievery and tells me my name is too ethnic and complains about my vernacular use (while using it himself). So what?! He keeps me clean. He removes the filth flarn flarn filth from my life! And I love him for it! I love his Gordon Gartrell shirts and hoagies and pudding. I love his accuracy and attention to details and statistics. And I love the 5 Gs he gives me each month. I love my sugar pops!