My story began 11 years ago. I will start with my past and work my
way to the future. My story does not have a happy ending but contains
happy and loving memories. As for the ending, I’m sure anyone knows
that when you fall in love with a straight man it always ends badly.
It was the fall of 2001 and I was in my sophomore year of college.
I remember it was the first day of class and I was sitting in the back
row as usual. Even though I maintained good grades throughout my
educational career I always sat in the back of the class. There was the
most beautiful black man I had ever seen. He was sitting in the same
row as me just 3 seats down. I could tell he was a basketball player by
the clothes he was wearing. He was wearing the team warm-up sweats and
he had his hood on. By his body language and mood I could tell he
wasn’t interested in the course we were taking.
The end of class was nearing and the professor was passing around a
clipboard. We were to pick a day that we wanted to sign up for the lab
of the class. As the clipboard reached the basketball player he looked
at me and said, “What day are you going to sign up for?” I was stunned
and in shock. How could he just ask me a question like that. He didn’t
even know me and yet he wanted to know what day I was going to sign up
for lab. I looked at him puzzeled and he asked again, “What day are you
going to sign up for lab?” Finally after processing everything I
looked at him and said Tuesday afternoon noon. He looked at me and
said, “Cool, me too.”
That day would change my life forever.
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