Never Ever Judge A Book By Its Cover
K. phoned me earlier, he said hes living in New York City now. He spoke all about his trip to visit family and friends in India. Ive really grown so much to love hearing about his photography adventures and family stories. The only problem I have with him is...he now says he wants a serious relationship me. I don't really know him well enough yet to know how he feels about children. Ive known this man for almost 2 or 3 years now...and there has never been a real discussion about children. I told him my goal about the art gallery, and selling incense and candles. He really said he liked it alot. He says he would really like to help me out with it... especially since hes always traveling back and forth to India. He'd be able to help with getting indian incense and and lovely saris'!
Its so weird how I met him for the very first time. Its the first time Ive ever truly learned the "TRUE" meaning of never judging a book by its cover.
Its so weird how I met him for the very first time. Its the first time Ive ever truly learned the "TRUE" meaning of never judging a book by its cover.
I was catching a Greyhound bus back home from Baltimore Maryland. I was in an edgy mood at the bus station, because there was such a long line...and the bus was so late!
I had been standing on my tired feet for almost an hour, kind of pissed! There was a little blonde girl standing next to me, she was pissed off too! She was saying to me...
"Can you believe this guy! He has the nerve to cut in line while we have been standing here for ages! Its not fair"
K. had showed up with his tons of luggage and jumped right in line right next to both of us! The ticket guy had told anyone else that comes in later can't board the bus because there was no more room. So K. cut right in front of alot of ppl to get where I was standing. Being such meanies, the little blonde girl and I snitched on him to the ticket guy and security guard. And guess what? It did no good! He still stood proud, completely ignoring the men!
He was wearing a dark colored bandana on his head, a black leather motorcycle jacket and some really baggy jeans...
"Gosh what a super thug" I had thought to myself. I am ashamed to admit it, but that is exactly what I thought at first! Its wrong I know, but its the truth. How could I be so judgmental and bitchy?
So then he started staring at me for a very long time. I frowned and looked away.
When we finally boarded the bus, there was no seats for him...
Guess where the only seat was left for him to sit?
Right next to me. Me the bitchy meany!
He smiled and introduced himself...I shook his hand and told him my name.
I started feeling bad about having been so mean to him. I had no right to behave the way I did, it was wrong of me. He imediately took out his photography portfolio!
I absolutely loved it! I started telling him how I love art too!
We went on and on talking about so much stuff. And then I started dozing off, but tried to stay awake because the last time I had fallen asleep next to a guy on greyhound...I woke up discovering he was fondling my legs! ughhhh!
K. told me its okay if I drift off, he said he promised that he'd watch out for me. I was so tired I fell asleep. I was so hungry and so tired. I woke up to find that we'd stopped at MacDonalds. K. brought back food for me and for himself. It was so sweet of him. I appreciated it so much, and I also felt awful for the way I'd judged him.
He started telling me about how hes from India and just graduated college. He took off his bandana and his hair was long,silky and shiny. Wow, he had such gorgeous hair! Hes cut it off now. It still looks really nice on him. I remember noticing how beautiful and smooth his face was. He was quite handsome!
We must have talked for hours and hours...
Finally when we reached his stop we exchanged phone numbers and promised to keep in touch.
Since then, we have kept in touch off and on. For the most part...
We have become really good friends. I have really started to care about him alot.
But I am not sure about becoming serious with him on any level. I'm so worried about getting too too serious. I don't want to have my heart broken.
Although, I am really fascinated by him...
I do think about what it might be like traveling the world with him. He travels all over the world...
Europe, Asia, Africa...so many places...
I am a single mom, and I can't just drop everything and travel because I have responsibilities. I need to be a good mom and I also need to focus on my goals more. Although, the thought does cross my mind about him being my boyfriend.
I had been standing on my tired feet for almost an hour, kind of pissed! There was a little blonde girl standing next to me, she was pissed off too! She was saying to me...
"Can you believe this guy! He has the nerve to cut in line while we have been standing here for ages! Its not fair"
K. had showed up with his tons of luggage and jumped right in line right next to both of us! The ticket guy had told anyone else that comes in later can't board the bus because there was no more room. So K. cut right in front of alot of ppl to get where I was standing. Being such meanies, the little blonde girl and I snitched on him to the ticket guy and security guard. And guess what? It did no good! He still stood proud, completely ignoring the men!
He was wearing a dark colored bandana on his head, a black leather motorcycle jacket and some really baggy jeans...
"Gosh what a super thug" I had thought to myself. I am ashamed to admit it, but that is exactly what I thought at first! Its wrong I know, but its the truth. How could I be so judgmental and bitchy?
So then he started staring at me for a very long time. I frowned and looked away.
When we finally boarded the bus, there was no seats for him...
Guess where the only seat was left for him to sit?
Right next to me. Me the bitchy meany!
He smiled and introduced himself...I shook his hand and told him my name.
I started feeling bad about having been so mean to him. I had no right to behave the way I did, it was wrong of me. He imediately took out his photography portfolio!
I absolutely loved it! I started telling him how I love art too!
We went on and on talking about so much stuff. And then I started dozing off, but tried to stay awake because the last time I had fallen asleep next to a guy on greyhound...I woke up discovering he was fondling my legs! ughhhh!
K. told me its okay if I drift off, he said he promised that he'd watch out for me. I was so tired I fell asleep. I was so hungry and so tired. I woke up to find that we'd stopped at MacDonalds. K. brought back food for me and for himself. It was so sweet of him. I appreciated it so much, and I also felt awful for the way I'd judged him.
He started telling me about how hes from India and just graduated college. He took off his bandana and his hair was long,silky and shiny. Wow, he had such gorgeous hair! Hes cut it off now. It still looks really nice on him. I remember noticing how beautiful and smooth his face was. He was quite handsome!
We must have talked for hours and hours...
Finally when we reached his stop we exchanged phone numbers and promised to keep in touch.
Since then, we have kept in touch off and on. For the most part...
We have become really good friends. I have really started to care about him alot.
But I am not sure about becoming serious with him on any level. I'm so worried about getting too too serious. I don't want to have my heart broken.
Although, I am really fascinated by him...
I do think about what it might be like traveling the world with him. He travels all over the world...
Europe, Asia, Africa...so many places...
I am a single mom, and I can't just drop everything and travel because I have responsibilities. I need to be a good mom and I also need to focus on my goals more. Although, the thought does cross my mind about him being my boyfriend.
