I never planned to hook up with a “white” man. When I was younger we
called them Blue Eyed Devils. They were the ones who kept the “black” man
ignorant and frustrated while benefiting from the black woman’s
intelligence, sweetness, and loyalty. They had a funny smell to them like Prell shampoo and damp birds, no style, and did not understand the importance of family or culture.
So, imagine the nature of my thoughts while sitting in a Marine Corps chow hall on Camp Pendleton when a blond man winked at me and plopped down across the table. He gazed fearlessly into my eyes and with a southern accent said, “ I’ve been looking for a woman. I have been watching you and decided you are the one I want. Now I don’t know how I am going to get you, but one day you will be mine, mine mine.” Needless to say, I was beyond disgusted and pissed. "Why, " I thought, "did I always attract the weirdos?" I gave him what I hoped was a ferocious look and standing my ground, I refused to leave the table because I was there first! To my amazement the fool sat there and grinned at me for about half an hour before he finished his food.
Fearful that I had a stalker, I went into private investigator mode. I kept asking everyone I knew who he was and if they knew anything about him. I was disturbed by what I found out: No one had anything negative to say about the man. Apparently he was a decent, even tempered fellow who did his job well. One of my respected superiors at the motor pool we were assigned to looked at me thoughtfully and said, "Hmmm. I never heard of him acting that way before. He must really like you." Yes reader, we worked at the same place. I had met this blond man named Jake before, but was so unimpressed I did not even remember him. Besides, I had a tall, handsome black boyfriend from my own hometown in the Midwest.
To be continued...