Lamar walked into my life a little over two weeks ago. He is a tall black man and he finds me enchanting, captivating and irresistible. Fancy that. I find the same things about him.
Turns out we have the same capacity of intense passion, emotions, h ard work, etc. We've talked for hours, emailed at length about our goals in life. So much communication that on our first date, we decided to not talk for the first five minutes! Ha... it was so awesome! Just looking into one another's eyes and feeling all that we'd talked about was real!
There was quite a hullabaloo for him to get up here from the city on Monday... but he got here and was able to stay for 4 hours. I took him on my one-trick pony trick, and got my first kiss from him in the Capitol Rose Garden. Someone likened him to a young Sydney Poitier.
I am surprised and a little shocked at the reaction of my family.... Lamar is a wonderful British man who could not be more cultured. And yet my dear mother refuses to talk about him with me. I'm sure she'll work through her feelings eventually.
Greatfully, Jayleigh is the voice of reason (per normal). Without her, I would feel hopeless and lost. Thanks, J.
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name him Lamont. like the goldfish from the cosby show
I love you sis. Don't take it so hard about mom and dad. Our county is 99% white. They aren't against it... they're afraid of what their friends will say.
It's sad but true.
ily
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