An Atypical Love Story Between Two Straight White People
“That is where you’re wrong” the girl said as she swept her cute bangs back into her eyes. “I’m exactly like other girls.”
He was confused and his furrowed brow must’ve given that away.
“Is everything alright?” she asked. “You look confused.”
“Literally everything is going great for me right now. I’m a handsome man who has steadily dated beautiful women my entire adult life that all provided me with meaningful relationships. With you in front of me right now, it looks like I’m neatly following that pattern.”
This made the girl happy to know that the man she was falling for had a history of healthy relationships and in no way would she be responsible to ‘fix’ or ‘heal’ him. She had done that before and found it to be awfully time consuming and suspected that people who hide behind the pretense of being complicated are often afraid to bare their true personality. She would take stable and perhaps bland over misunderstood and troubled any day!
“I have a feeling you’ve heard this before,” he said, interrupting her thoughts. “In fact, I have a feeling that you’re pretty aware of this, as well. But I must tell you that you are very beautiful.”
She did know this. She had been aware of beauty standards her entire life and was quite capable of arranging herself to meet them. While she appreciated the compliment, she honestly would have been shocked had he not thought her manicured and completely archetypal appearance was anything but beautiful. Surely he was raised in the same society she was and held the same basic values of what was and wasn’t beautiful. Unless, of course, he wasn’t and didn’t.
“Where are you from?” she asked him. Leaning her body closer to his body in hopes that he might put his lips on her mouth.
“Where am I not from?” he countered.
“I don’t know, Uganda?” she quipped.
She was right. That was the one place he wasn’t from. He was very impressed that she had heard of Uganda. Most women just referred to all forty-seven countries in Africa as ‘Africa.’ This girl didn’t do that. This girl must be something special to understand basic political geography. He wanted to kiss her mouth. As soon as he was about to do that she interrupted him.
“Oh my goodness, do you have any idea how late it is?”
“No. What time is it?”
“It’s 11:35. You don’t have anywhere you need to be, do you?”
“Crap, I do. I have to wake up at 6:45 tomorrow morning so I better get going. I have a full day at my office tomorrow. See ya!”
He turned to walk away and she grabbed his arm.
“But when will I ever see you again? When will we run into each other?” Tears welled in her eyes, though perhaps she had just yawned and was also tired.
“Oh, I am literally on Facebook and Gchat all day long so just hit me up whenever.”
[Kady Ruth Ashcraft founded Hot Hot Phone. Follow her on twitter @kadyrabbit]