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Part One of the "Wonderful" Saga

What can I say about my new Mr. Wonderful? He's the most awesome guy I've met in a long time. This man is everything I've ever needed but never thought I wanted. He's thoughtful, kind, considerate, and attentive without being overbearing. He makes me feel safe and cared-for and he treats me like a lady.

The funny part is that I met him while on my way to see Mr. Wright back in January. I was at the airport waiting to check my bag. As I stood there, this guy bypassed all of us to check his luggage. I'm guessing he checked in at home and thought he could circumvent the line. As the clerk directed him to the end, I thought to myself, That's right! Who do YOU think YOU are, trying to get out of this torture! The man in front of me turned around, took one look at me, and laughed out loud. He said, "Man, Black women can't hide anything on their faces!" I was so caught off-guard that I immediately started giggling.

The conversation was really cool, and I thought pretty much over once we boarded the plane. Boy, was I wrong! Not only was he waiting for me when I got off, he helped me with my bags and we shared a cab to Manhattan. During the ride, I told him about my plight with Mr. Wright and how that was supposed to go down. I also told him I wanted to find out about his business. He's been a tour/road manager for several major artists over the years, and in my current state of under-employment, I need all the extra skills I can get. He gave me his card, and that was that.

I didn't call him until I got back to LA. We traded a few messages before we finally spoke. One of the messages he left me almost made me not call him back. He said, "It took you long enough to call," with a crazy kind of attitude. I thought to myself, Uh, don't get it twisted, dude. I'm doing you a favor! Good thing I didn't let that stop me from calling.

Our first date was a little unconventional. He came and watched me work and took me out for Thai food afterwards. I felt a little stupid because I've never really eaten Thai and I didn't really know what to order. Not only was he cool about it, we ended up sharing a couple of appetizers. He impressed me by offering me the last bit of everything we ate. I couldn't believe how selfless and considerate he was. Sometimes I still don't.

Anyway, we've been practically inseparable ever since. My family and friends think I'm in captivity. If that's true, it's the best kind of captivity known unto man. Not only does he make "jail" a pleasurable experience, he makes sure that he has things in his house that I like.

I'm really digging this situation, and I hope that all of you get a chance to experience some incarnation of this.


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But no...not you. You did what you always do. You stood me up, and you let me down. Again. 
I shouldn't be surprised. In fact, I'm not. No matter how much faith I try to put in you, you constantly prove that you don't deserve it. No matter how much I try to see the good in you, you always manage to bring the worst to the forefront. And if my feelings are hurt, it's my fault for trying.
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