Hello, there. What's up? My name is Steve. If you've come here, then you probably know about me or you're at least curious. I don't blame you. I'm a big and tall Black man living in Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a fine-looking brother if I do say so. I stand around six-foot-five and I weigh two hundred and forty pounds. My skin is caramel-colored. I work out often and keep myself in shape. I get checked out by women and even men when walking down the street and I love every minute of it. I'm fine, what can I say? I'm no slouch in the brains department, either. I am a student at Boston University, taking up Criminology. I want to become a police officer and maybe even work for the FBI one of these days. I've got a story to share with you folks. It involves me and a really pretty gal named Connie.
Connie. How to describe Connie? She's this Latin-American girl in my Civic class whom I simply couldn't help noticing. She's a tall, olive-skinned girl with long black hair and pale brown eyes. The girl's a little on the chubby side. Kind of like a taller, lighter-skinned version of Queen Latifah. It didn't bother me a bit because I like the big girls. She's rather pretty, and so tall, too. She's around six-foot-one. I' m a big and tall Black man and I like big and tall girls. Some dudes don't like them but I do. If a girl looks good and we click, then I don't see any reason why we can't mesh gears, know what I mean?
So, here I was, doing my thing at the library when she sat down next to me. I watched her sit her big and shapely butt down and log onto the network. She went to a website and started playing some online video games. I happen to love video games. I particularly liked the one she was playing. It's an online boxing game where the player gets to beat George W. Bush, champion of the GOP. If you ask me, the GOP is full of evil rotten bastards and bitches who crave power and don't give a damn about the rest of us. Enough about politics, though. I watched her as she played her game. She was quite good at it, too. I smiled as her avatar, a big muscular dude started beating the crap out of the entire GOP. The buff hunk knocked out Dick Cheney, Condi and even Bush himself. Now, that's what's up. Connie laughed. She was obviously enjoying what she was doing.
I nudged her with my elbow and she turned to look at me. She was smiling that smile of hers. I grinned and asked her what she was doing. She told me that she was defending America from the evil Republicans. I laughed. I'm a staunch democrat if there ever was one. I think the only time I will ever vote against the democrats is if they put up Hillary for the next presidential elections. Now, I've got nothing against female politicians, alright? I don't discriminate based on race, sexual orientation or gender. I hate everyone equally. I happen to think that Hillary is a manipulative sociopath with some misandry in her and some Hitler-like plans. I am not for that. I started talking to Connie. I was fascinated by how easy it was to talk to this chick. She told me that she grew up in a house full of men. Her mother died giving birth to her so she was raised by her father and three large older brothers. She's the very definition of tomboy.
We talked about a lot of stuff. Now, I am not usually very comfortable when talking to females. Too often, they twist your words and then you find yourself verbally backed into a corner and trapped. They do that a lot. It makes many men nervous. I felt relaxed when talking to Connie. This chick was cool. I was about to ask her for her number when she asked me for mine. I smiled and gave her my digits. A couple of days later, we were both going to see a movie. We went to see Brokeback Mountain, a cool movie starring Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal as two bisexual cowboys in love with each other ( and their ladies) in the 1970s.
Seeing Brokeback Mountain was not my idea but I'd be lying if I said I regretted it. It was a damn good movie. One of the best movies I'd ever seen. Connie asked me what I thought of the movie. I smiled. I liked it. I was also nervous because of her question. I've got something to share with you, my dear readers. I'm bisexual. There, I said it. I'm attracted to both women and men. I've been that way since I was a teenager. It took me a long time to accept it but these days, I am okay with it. I haven't had a lot of relationships but I'm doing alright. I really didn't want anybody to know that I was bisexual so when the girl I liked asked me out to see a gay movie, I thought I'd been made. I told Connie that I liked the movie. She was pleased.
After watching the movie, we went inside Dunkin Donuts and had some coffee and sandwiches. Connie surprised me again by insisting on paying for her half of the deal. I was surprised. Ask any man who dates women. Women do not like to pay for anything when they're on a date with a man. In fact, if you make her pay, you're not likely to see her again. It's a weird mind game they like to play. They can pay but choose not to. You have to pay since you're the guy. Usually I don't mind, since that's the way of the world. Connie had pleasantly surprised me. Again.