A friend from Texas visited me this past week.
Her name is Aniecia.
She's a sexy, attractive lady. And I was the first to call her as the X-Men superhero character, Storm. She does look like her.
She recently started this new look.
"You're a hot chocolate. And I'm melting right away," I told her.
I was told to never a chase a woman taller than me. And I was told to always go for a light-skin woman.
Back in my elementary school days, I was surrounded by mostly Filipinos. And back in my Sonoma State University days, I was surrounded by mostly Whites.
She is an Ethiopian mix standing at 5'7. While I'm only 5'5.
I approached her 5 years ago in Vegas. And she was with a group of friends. She was turning 18 in two days at the time. She decided to round off her age. And tell me she was 18.
I did ask her about her age. Because I didn't want to go to jail. And she did look young.
We live far away from each other. But our relationship has grown together.
We contact here and there. And she reads my blog too.
We like each other. But the timing is off now. She's still figuring out who she is as a person. She continues to reinvent herself.
And I'm in no rush to be in a relationship too.
My mind right now is to pass realtor state exam. And continue my business on decluttering and tidying homes. (I’ll be writing a blog entry about my business. Because I just finished decluttering a home in Vallejo.)
Our number one priority is not to be in a relationship right now. We have fun together but we don't want to be labeled.
This is reality (not a romantic, comedy movie).
We have our differences, and especially, our cultural differences. It's normal. Because I can never find a 100% me.
For instance, I care for the environment. I like to go green. But she doesn't. She told me the state of Texas charges people to recycle. And they'll just throw the recycled materials into the garbage.
Aniecia and I have mutual respect to each other. That's the key to our relationship.
She has gone through a lot.
I picked her up from Sacramento airport. And she vented. She told me her dog and mother got hit by a car. They were injured. The victims were teenagers. They like to run animals over for fun.
Her dog is breathing. But he is still recovering. Her mom needs to be in a wheelchair for now.
She didn't want to cry in front of my eyes. Because she wanted to please me.
"It's okay. Let it all out," I told her. "We can't run away from our emotions and feelings. It's impossible."
I drove her to Lake Tahoe a few days ago. She was able to overcome her fear and past. Because she was brainwashed from a friend into sex trafficking over there in 2015 for about 8 months.
I'm glad I was able to support her in Tahoe.
She doesn’t like to be around huge crowds of people. And she trusts only a few people.
She also went into a severe car accident. She wasn't able to walk. She had to go to a rehab. Then she was able to come back home. But she only had to rest in bed to recover and recharge. The injury, rehab, and recovery lasted for about a year or two.
Aniecia enjoyed her one-week vacation with me.
Whenever we walked together in our outings, people looked at us. They were puzzled and confused. Because she was taller than me.
“It reminds me of when I was walking with an old woman from London. I met her at hostel in Shanghai. We were walking together in downtown Shanghai," I told Aniecia. "And everyone kept staring at us. They probably thought I was her gigolo."
I saw two men catcalling and chasing her until she walked to me in my car. I smiled at them. And they stopped.
She has been catcalled since she was 12 years old.
"My ego is talking now," I told her. "You boost my ego, confidence, and esteem."
Because I don't intend to shield her from men. It just happens. I don't want to be overprotective around her. I trust her. I respect her space too. I used to be an insecure kid.
Aniecia told me men from Texas would be a different story. They only stop if you are a married woman.
I was driving. And an old Asian man gave me a smile with a head nod. Because he saw me and her together in my car.
I told her this story. And she laughed.
We walked together to a store. And I had to use the restroom. Once I came back, I saw a man talking to her. I gave her space. They were talking for about 15 minutes.
After we left store, she wasn't interested in man.
"Do you want to give me a signal next time?" I asked her.
“Yes,” Aniecia answered.
"Cough if you're not interested in talking to someone," I told her. "And I will come to the rescue."
One day, we slept the whole morning together. We forgot about the time. She was ready to go out. I didn't need to wait for 2 hours. Because she gets ready long.
"That's a shocker," I told her.
She had to use restroom. I dropped her off to gas station. Once she came back, she told me a woman approached her.
The woman tried to get her number. But Aniecia wasn't interested. Aniecia was in shock. This was the first time ever in her life.
"Welcome to San Francisco," I told her.
She hates idiot drivers. They annoy her. I would hear her road-raging while I drive.
”You’re salty,” I told her with a smile. “I’m entertained.”
She decided to extend her stay with me for one day. I dropped her off to train station in Sacramento on Monday morning.
Men only want one thing from her: Sex. They never like to hear more from her. She told me they only see her as a trophy.
My ego is talking now. She told me I’m the only man in her life who respects her as a person.
I like her. And again I respect her.
Aniecia and I remain good friends to this day.