I was thinking to myself. I knew she was very comfortable in bed, just letting both of ourselves go. In public, however, she appeared self consious. To the point where I was trying to make conversation to take her mind off the whole thing. It was a bit strange, as I am not really that ugly, bald, fat, or with gold front teeth. My momma always told me I was ‘special’, lol.
Perhaps it was the different age group, or different race (Nubian princess) that pretty much solidified the fact that we were, to say the least, an unconventional couple. I made the comment that I can pretend I am a professor from school, even though I don’t look like one. In order to look like one, I would have to wear glasses, a blazer of some sort, hush puppy shoes, and cordroys. Isn’t that how professors dress nowdays? God this just reminded me that in college my roomate was doing this 35 year old English profesor lady. I was so jealous. And stuck with the 20 year olds. Oh well.
Maybe I should have brought some textooks along on the date to complete the setup. Maybe Statistics 101 or something of the sort. I remember dating 40 year olds when I was in my twenties and even holding hands with them sometimes (yuck!) but in general I felt a bit uncomfortable with them too. Therefore, I totally understand if someone felt uncomfortable with me. At least we are in New York where all kinds of stuff happens. Imagine trying to pull this off in Monkey’s Eybrow, Alabama. Not that I have anything against Alabama. Go ‘Bama! rawhide.