I have been wondering if there was a reason why I felt that I could not have a conversation with a man of his caliber. Yes, finally someone that I met was on my level and was younger than me (by 3 years to be exact). He had a degree, owned a home,and had a couple of kids.
I have always wanted to be with someone who intelligent, successful, proud, spiritual, and owned up to their faults. I believe it is important to engage the later in order to have the rest in a positive light. I have been through a lot at 35—I refuse to settle. I am going far in life. I am still making mistakes too, and loving it in my thirties.
I am always writing about many things, (FYI) the end result always will be about the proposed subject matter in the first paragraph. I listened to his voice over my cell phone, while he was getting directions from me to get to the cafe. Nothing came to me. It was a business meeting. I hung up the phone. I began thinking…I had just finished reading Resurrecting Mingus, that shyt got me. I have to read the last page again. …They touched hands, and he hoped that she would not leave him…
The concept of human interaction is something else. I learned about it through my cultural anthropology class in undergrad. Once he sat down, I continued to drink my coffee, in the hot sun. The conversation was engaging to say the least. I could have talked for hours. We never talked about business until the end. He probed-- first. I came back second. I really don’t think it is important to give a transcription of what the conversation was about in its entirety.
In like manner, we touched on subjects in regard to politics, regions in the United States, dating, and so forth. I thought about some of the questions that were asked of me. And, I had to realize at that moment that age really doesn’t matter. I want a successful man in my life; one that can have a conversation with me about anything. Regardless of the subject matter, he is cool with talking. I expect the best from here on out.
I say that I expect the best from here on out, because you have to anticipate this from your human interactions. I am ready to be intellectual on a whole new level with a smile. I felt so giddy after meeting with this person. He was kind, and very attentive. I reciprocated the interaction. No, this was not my first time meeting an African-American man who had common sense, but this experience was different. I met an African American man that embraced his identity and owned it.
I continue to listen to Frank Ocean, while writing this article. The track that won’t leave my mind is, “There Will Be Tears,” turn it up when you listen to it. In order to understand Ocean’s music, you have to been on some real...I want to really be honest with myself right now type stuff.
The song represents to me a moment in time where you can dream, though people leave your side; love is still there. I have had abandonment issues in my life and I believe that I am now conquering them. God created me to love. And, it feels so good when it comes back and you can see it.
Love does not have to have an attachment to it. –It can be a touch, a smell, a look, or a moment in time. This is what I had at the café; I actually got to see what Dr.Martin Luther King wanted for the entire race. I saw a Black man willing to listen to a Black woman and listen to her ideals and still own his views—without an argument or negative feedback.
Now that is a real education in music.
And, there were no beats or melodies outside the café….
Listen to Frank Ocean
By kYmberly Keeton
I have always wanted to be with someone who intelligent, successful, proud, spiritual, and owned up to their faults. I believe it is important to engage the later in order to have the rest in a positive light. I have been through a lot at 35—I refuse to settle. I am going far in life. I am still making mistakes too, and loving it in my thirties.
I am always writing about many things, (FYI) the end result always will be about the proposed subject matter in the first paragraph. I listened to his voice over my cell phone, while he was getting directions from me to get to the cafe. Nothing came to me. It was a business meeting. I hung up the phone. I began thinking…I had just finished reading Resurrecting Mingus, that shyt got me. I have to read the last page again. …They touched hands, and he hoped that she would not leave him…
The concept of human interaction is something else. I learned about it through my cultural anthropology class in undergrad. Once he sat down, I continued to drink my coffee, in the hot sun. The conversation was engaging to say the least. I could have talked for hours. We never talked about business until the end. He probed-- first. I came back second. I really don’t think it is important to give a transcription of what the conversation was about in its entirety.
In like manner, we touched on subjects in regard to politics, regions in the United States, dating, and so forth. I thought about some of the questions that were asked of me. And, I had to realize at that moment that age really doesn’t matter. I want a successful man in my life; one that can have a conversation with me about anything. Regardless of the subject matter, he is cool with talking. I expect the best from here on out.
I say that I expect the best from here on out, because you have to anticipate this from your human interactions. I am ready to be intellectual on a whole new level with a smile. I felt so giddy after meeting with this person. He was kind, and very attentive. I reciprocated the interaction. No, this was not my first time meeting an African-American man who had common sense, but this experience was different. I met an African American man that embraced his identity and owned it.
I continue to listen to Frank Ocean, while writing this article. The track that won’t leave my mind is, “There Will Be Tears,” turn it up when you listen to it. In order to understand Ocean’s music, you have to been on some real...I want to really be honest with myself right now type stuff.
The song represents to me a moment in time where you can dream, though people leave your side; love is still there. I have had abandonment issues in my life and I believe that I am now conquering them. God created me to love. And, it feels so good when it comes back and you can see it.
Love does not have to have an attachment to it. –It can be a touch, a smell, a look, or a moment in time. This is what I had at the café; I actually got to see what Dr.Martin Luther King wanted for the entire race. I saw a Black man willing to listen to a Black woman and listen to her ideals and still own his views—without an argument or negative feedback.
Now that is a real education in music.
And, there were no beats or melodies outside the café….
Listen to Frank Ocean
By kYmberly Keeton
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