Two days later, he buzzed her over the intercom.  They took the subway to a restaurant that he had been visiting since his childhood.  La Caridad means charity in Spanish, but the food was delicious. The small dining room was filled with families and college students, all laughing and enjoying their Cuban-Chinese meals.  She decided he would have to take Batia there for next week's girl's night.  

As the conversation deepened, she realized how different they were.  

"So what about your family.  They must be liberal enough, if you're on a date with a black guy."

"Actually, I grew up in the suburbs, in Jersey.  And I'm not planning on telling them quite yet.  

"Oh. Well, if anything, I'm pretty good with secrets.  My parents never knew that I dropped out of the Seventh Day Adventist HBCU that they sent me to." He laughed.  "Any rebellious nature in there?" He nodded at her.

"No, not really.  I mean, there was a time when I didn't want to go back to college-I didn't have any friends; it was horrible.  I took the bus all the way home (it was a 6 hour bus ride, which I had never taken before) alone, without even telling them I was coming.  I even crossed the 6 lane highway to get to my street- but they convinced me that it would work out and eventually I met some great people."

"Wow, so a Jewish girl, who likes adventure," he said. "This could work."  


I hope you're right, she thought, as she took a sip of her Diet Coke.  

She was one the phone when he knocked on her wall a few weeks later. She looked up, surprised to see him standing in the doorway of her cubicle.   

"Oh, um, can I call you back, Pierre? Someone just walked in.  Ok, I will. Right.  Thanks. Bye."  Her eyes narrowed. "How did you-"

"I just asked. There aren't too many women working in this department."

"Of course." She felt the blooding flooding her cheeks.  She was attracted to him and he was well aware.

"I would love to take you to dinner, when you have some free time. I know a great place that's right around here." He waited for her response.

"Sure.  I mean, yes.  That would be great." She made a mental note to work on her nervousness in the meantime.    

This was the view from inside the prison. This was my jail cell. Well not mine, I guess - I was rather small and my roommate technically claimed it as his. Not many people know this about me, but last summer I was in jail for about a month and a half for allegedly killing a prostitute I picked up after an especially lonely night. However, I was able to spew some legal BS about the constitution and they let me off the hook. 

Nate had a chip on his shoulder that was big enough to feed Cambodia. The things is, he never could fit into light skinned girls quotas. His sneakers never fit and his knees needed a lot of lotion. All this before he even knew the significance of a comb. His immigrant parent made him feel as though he was a step kid. His dark skinned didn't allow him to fit in with the light skins. The way he saw it, the lighter their skin, they better that they're life was. So he did what any kid in position would do, he resented them as they resented him. When he happened to find a light skin girl that was interested in him, he cheated on her. Her name was Chantel. Nate was just 17 at the time. He'd figure that he should hurt he because she would evidently hurt him along with all the other women with light skinned features. Never would he let a light skinned girl hurt him. That whys he stroked first because the first cut is deep. 

I hope that what my sis Amira told me yesterday is true! (To be continued)

From a dark skinned girl, to a light skinned boy. Shades doesn't matter because its the heart that makes the lover. Girl you so beautiful. You could be honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, dark skinned, pecan, or even licorice. It doesn't matter girl, your so beautiful.

Last night was a rough night, but today was a great day. 

So today I sat in on Mr. Chase's food class, and I really loved it. It reminded me a lot of the Food course we took in Science in Society. It made me think about a lot, and once again I seriously thought about becoming a vegetarian. In the end though beef one, as always. Anyway, Ms. Thompson's husband is very interesting and is pretty passionate about his life style choice. As of now, becoming a Vegetarian or Vegan is impossible, but in the future there is a great possibility that I will. I feel as though when I am older I will have more control over what I have in my house making it it easier for me. But for now, it's totally out of the question.

Almost every episode of Criminal Minds begins and ends with a quote...

"Before you go and criticize the younger generation, just remember who raised them" —Unknown Author

"The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary. Men alone are quite capable of every wickedness." -Joseph Conrad

"The healthy man does not torture others. Generally it is the tortured who turn into torturers."-Carl Jung

"A belief is not merely an idea the mind possesses. It is an idea that possesses the mind."-Robert Oxton Bolton

" I respect faith, but doubt is what gets you an education" -Wilson Mizner

"It's not so important who starts the game, but who finishes it."-John Wooden

She did, in fact, see him shortly after.  Once again, the copier had broken down (it was clearly time to buy a new one).  She was on the phone when he knocked on her wall.  Her eyes darted to him, surprised that he knew what cubicle she lived in.  

"Wow, uh, can I call you back, Pierre? Someone just walked in.  Thanks. Ok, I will.  Bye." She took a deep breath. "How did.."

"I just asked," he replied. "There aren't too many women in this department."

"Right.  Of course." She could feel the blood rush to her face.  She was attracted to him and he knew it.  

"I'd love to take you out." He smiled as his eyes oozed confidence.  

"Ok" was all she could muster.