I'm not married yet, but I have a story to tell.
When I was little, I had a very specific idea of what I wanted in a husband. I know that sounds ridiculous, but I was one of those kids who was like a little adult, so it actually wasn't that ridiculous. I wanted him to be a male version of me: black, upwardly mobile, etc.
I also had a very specific idea of how I was going to 'keep' him. (Yes, I thought that far ahead.) My plan was to make sure I was laying it down in the bedroom, in addition to all the other 'clothes on' attributes, lol, like cooking and socializing appropriately.
And I wanted to get married relatively early (before 26 or so). To accomplish my goals, I figured I would need to 'practice' a bit on other guys, before I ever met him, to get my coloring skills up.
I imagined that I'd meet him in college, so, for me to get all my skills up and polished before I met him, I needed to start early. Don't worry, I was very much looking forward to it anyway.
I 'practiced'
extensively through high school. By the time I got to college, I felt like I knew all the game in the world, and was pretty good at it myself. I could snag and bag a guy before he was even aware I'd noticed him, that's how 'on my g' I was.
I never had bad relationships, or abusive ones, or toxic ones, because I knew the game well enough to spot them. My mother was very helpful in this regard as well, because she never shielded me from the conversations she had with her girls. So, I knew the game these little boys' fathers was trynna run.
I got to college and, frankly, was disappointed in the selection. There were maybe a handful of guys I would consider, and they were all very much in demand. I don't play that 'waiting in line' stuff, so I went on about my business. After a decidedly odd relationship that lasted most of freshman year, I concluded that maybe, just maybe, I'd have to widen my search.
I ended up dating a white guy, nothing serious, but just to pass the time (he was too). Said white guy ended up feeling one of my friends. I shrugged him off, and told him to go right ahead. She was crazy anyway, like, for real, and wore guys out quickly, so I knew he wasn't going to be happy, and I felt like that was fair, lol. (If I had low self-esteem, I coulda got my feelings hurt, cuz she was half- Columbian and looked it, but... whatever.)
And that's when I met him, the one. He had been there all along, just not that involved in on-campus social life. He fulfilled all of my requirements. We met through a friend, and only communicated on-line for, like, the first two weeks. Then, that got ridiculous, cuz we were spending all day typing and sending each other mp3's. I knew he was really feeling me when he sent me 'Computer Love'. That was really sweet, and unlike him. So, we started talking on the phone. One night, after BET uncut had gone off
, I told him to come over. Yes, I
told him. I had on a tank top and some draw's, so you know what that was about.
Welp, we fell in love. By the end of the week, we were talking about getting married, and how we were gonna make sure both of our mothers lived with us when they got older. I knew it was love for sure when he drove to NY for the weekend, and brought me back some Starbucks. He drove that ish all the way to NH, and let me tell y'all, that cup looked like it had been through some thangs, lol, but that was the best Starbuck's I ever tasted.
By the time 9/11 happened, it felt like we had been together for years, and we had just met that February. He lost his step-father in that tragedy, and then, a little bit after, I got sick. Like, disabled-type sick. The type of thing that the average guy, with no real time in, would just bounce on. He didn't need my drama, but he stuck with me anyway. (And all this happened in our first year together.)
I'm why we're not married yet. He keeps asking me, and I keep putting it off, because I feel like such a mess, but I'm starting to feel a little more confident about things, so who knows? He recently said that he'll have a ring on me by the end of 2011, and I giggled like a fool, so I guess I'm ready, lol.
When people meet us, they think we're a beautiful couple, like matched set. Old people smile at us in the street (which is soooo cute, especially when it's an older black couple). But they have no idea what we've been through, the crucible in which this relationship was forged.
Oh, and my sneaky plan of secksual domination worked, cuz I done turned him
out!