You know, it's funny how things happen. I was all set to blog about how excited I was about Barack Obama's historic victory. I wanted to lay out how good it was going to be for the country to see a real Black couple living and loving in the public eye. I was even going to revisit my rage against Hillary Clinton in the wake of her obvious defeat. But all those high-minded thoughts went out the window when I got a call from Mr. Perfect.
In typical love-struck fashion, my whole paradigm shifted when I heard MP's voice. For the next 25 minutes, I basked in the glow of his attention. He told me I'd been on his mind. I told him I missed him. We talked about the Barack thing, the work thing, and life in general. When we got off the phone, we promised to keep in better touch.
I still want to express my thoughts on these historic events -- and trust, I will -- but for now, I just want to think about my perfect man.
In typical love-struck fashion, my whole paradigm shifted when I heard MP's voice. For the next 25 minutes, I basked in the glow of his attention. He told me I'd been on his mind. I told him I missed him. We talked about the Barack thing, the work thing, and life in general. When we got off the phone, we promised to keep in better touch.
I still want to express my thoughts on these historic events -- and trust, I will -- but for now, I just want to think about my perfect man.
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