Well, back to the beginning of the end - for our date Damon took me to dinner, it was nice, he was very pleasant. I think because I was so nervous I was doing most of the talking. He would ask a question here and there and give me compliments, a lot of compliments, which made me talk even more. He complimented me on my shiny long blonde locks; which I did take pride in taking care of my hair. He brought up my steel blue eyes and my curves. Although, I am slim build I have great genes- blessed by my mom. Damon did talk a lot, I must say, about being in church, loving God and he mentioned the church's name where he went, but I can't remember. But, not too much about his family, except he moved here on his own after he graduated from college.
Hmm, just thinking about him -when I was looking at him, his baby brown skin, his wavy cropped hair- I just wanted to touch it. I have never expected to be with a Black guy, but then again, I really didn't see myself with any certain race. I was brought up in a multi-cultural church, so mixed dating and marriages were very common. After dinner, as we walked out he placed his hand and the small of my lower back. It felt right, as a virgin, I began to feel "sexy" if that's even the right word. We walked around the corner to get in his car.
