Testing New Waters

After years of unsuccessfully dating black men, I've turned over a new leaf. For the past month, I raised the stakes for African american men. No more slackers. If I will seek interest in them, they must meet ALL of my qualifications. Normally, whenever I would lower my standards, I would find myself heartbroken with another failed relationship. So just to save myself the trouble, I dating folks in different international codes... :-)

In the previous post I talked about the guy I called "India" whose name just changed to "AKBAR"! We went on a date Saturday afternoon in midtown Manhattan. Earlier in the day he told me to meet him on W.48 and Avenue of the Americas. Silly me, I assumed I would find parking on the street. My GPS said I was near my destination, but as I'm driving around I'm seeing Radio City Music Hall, Museums, Restaurants, etc... Wait a minute! My retarded butt didn't stop to think W42 Times Square is a few blocks away. There's no way I'm going to find parking around here. I pulled up to one of those parking lots and tried my luck! I stood on the corner of were we expected to meet and I didn't see him. I called his phone and it went to voice mail. OH MY GOODNESS, I'M GETTING STOOD UP.

I sent him a text letting him know that I've arrived. Come to find out, we were trying to call each other at the same time and he was standing near me the whole time. We went to central park and took a walk. I was burning up! It was so humid! I was constantly wiping buckets of sweat off of my forehead. I didn't let that put a damper on my confidence. Our conversation was in sync. We talked, we laughed, we had fun.

After a couple hours of sitting on the hill, it began to drizzle. We didn't want to get drenched in the rain so we decided to go to a nearby bistro to get to know each other a little better. When we got to the bistro it was packed like a can of sardines. We left and sat in front of AB (Alliance Bernstein) and talked for another couple of hours. I then realized the time and started to think about my car that was in the parking lot. I made up an excuse and wrapped things up. He walked me to the parking lot and I gave the attendant my ticket. He rang it up and the screen read $46. WOW! As I scrambled through my wallet, he pulled out his credit card to pay for it. I was pleased indeed. He gave me a kiss good night and wished me a safe travel home.

From that day on, we've spoken everyday and he also made plans for us this weekend. I don't know what you guys think, but I'm feeling him.