My mental bucket list changes ever so often, usually once a week I do an assessment to see what I have accomplished and what my plans are going forward. I like consistency and always have some short projects or long-term goals working on. I am happy, well everyone around me seems to think that I am. I have a doting boyfriend that buys me flowers, at first I thought it laughable as I did not grow up in that type of culture, but now it has become an expectation.
I met this man a year ago (August 2015) but we officially started dating in October. He is “different” I’m black he’s white, aside from the obvious physical differences we are literally from two different sides of the fence. He’s halfway up the cooperate ladder while I’m in my third year of college working a less than median city job. Truth be told, dating outside of my race was no accident. This was what I set out to do at the time so I put myself in the position to and pretty much had a tunnel vision from there, he too was specific with his dating preference and boast previous interracial relationships.
He takes me on dates, we explore the city together and often make short treks elsewhere. I have become quite a “socialite” within our circle. He is generous and caring and possess admirable traits one looks for in a life partner. Truth is….he is….. he’s the man my family adores and speaks ever so often of my “big catch”, he is very supportive and is constantly coming up with ways to put a smile on my face.
He makes me sooo happy it’s frightening…..I would be a real ass to f**k this up, considering my obviously failed relationships. What more can a girl ask for? Absolutely nothing….well maybe one thing, a little intimacy now and then would be nice you know. Truth is, a year later with countless hours and experiences between us…..WE NEVER HAD SEX!