The Love Struggle

You are terrifying and strange and beautiful something not everyone knows how to love... -Warsan Shire- Come and share the struggle.
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Summer Girls by LFO was one of my most favorite songs as a kid. So much that I actually bought the CD and dreamed of days where I’d frolic on the beach in Abercrombie and Fitch. Because, you know, they liked “girls who wear Abercrombie and Fitch”.

That wasn’t the beginning of my lengthy love affair with boys of the Caucasian persuasion.  I had my choice in every boy band, Brad in LFO, JC Chasez in N*Sync, Brian and AJ in Backstreet and I kept it in the family with 98 Degrees- crushing on both Nick and Drew Lachey. The sight of a shirtless Nick in “The Hardest Thing” video made me feel what no young girl should. *flashes back and clutches pearls*

But I digress. This whole “Jungle Fever” thing has always been one-sided for me. When I was 12, a family vacation placed me at Wheels Inn in Toronto, Canada. I was playing some stupid game in the arcade when I saw him. (No, sadly it wasn’t Drake.) Although my teeth were jacked and I was chubby, I felt confident enough to talk to him. He was khaki-colored (word to dream hampton) with a white tee, dark jeans and glasses. I told him to meet me in the arcade again at 6pm.

For the sake of my ego, I’ll say that he was possibly napping or his parents decided vacation time was over. -___-

That was my only “romantic” encounter with a tenda’ vanilla (yes, I’m really LOL)…. 

BUT THANK GOD FOR BASEBALL!!!!

I had been downtown all day, celebrating the start of this year’s baseball season with fellow Tigers’ fans. I rapped “Superbass” for a Marine in order to win a free T-shirt and just for doing the flirtatious stare, I got my friends and I free elephant ears. They were from a 37-year-old… *Side-eye*

We hopped on the People Mover (Detroit’s ratchet version of an in-air Subway) to get back to the car and immediately, I fell in love. This time I was too afraid to make the 1st move. So we went back and forth during the ride, not saying a word but our eyes telling all. 

His stop came before mine and as he walked off and the doors closed, my heart crushed. In what felt like the longest seconds ever, I pouted, waved and blew my love a kiss goodbye. 

I was sad and angry with myself for being such a wussy (switch the W for a P), but I did learn something from the situation:

White boys REALLY ARE checking for me!!!! Haha…

*Pops Something New into the DVD machine*