My name is Natalia and I am 30 years old. I was raised in a small city in Massachusetts outside of Boston. Although, my family is of Greek descent I would say we were raised with more of an American culture.
I come from an average family where my father is a carpenter and a landlord who owns over a half dozen houses and my mother owns her own coffee shop. Together they have three children. I am the oldest followed by my sister Olivia and then my youngest brother Matthew.
My parents are very involved in our community mostly because of their occupations and also have much respect within the community as well. They raised us children with love and were never too hard on them. The only emphasis they ever put on us was our education and goals other than that they let us be ourselves.
I was a 19 year old young woman with long dark brown hair, brown eyes, and an athletic body. I am into fitness, which is why I've kept an amazing body.
I wouldn't say I am a headache for my parents, but they know I'm not an innocent girl. For example, they know I am a smoker and that I frequented high school parties. They also probably assume I'm not a virgin because I am in a relationship and I've been in other relationships in the past, but they feel secure as parents because they know I have goals, good grades, played soccer, and was recently accepted into Boston University.
Regarding men I have always been physically attracted to black men, but I had never dated one until recently because it wouldn't be accepted by the people in my life.
My first experience with a black man happened when I was attending a small get together at a friend's house a couple weeks ago and a few guys showed up and one of them was a black man named Lorenzo. I was in a relationship so I wasn't looking for a hook up, but Lorenzo caught my eye and put butterflies in my stomach. He was very charming and he made me laugh, but I think the fact that he was a cute black guy and the fact I've never lived out my attractions to black guys was the real reason I had those feelings in my stomach.
That night I happened to talk and flirt with Lorenzo all night and we exchanged phone numbers. For a week we secretly communicated through text messages trying to set up a date for us to hang out, but I was in a relationship so I was hesitant on meeting up with him. Finally, I said screw it and told him to pick me up.
Lorenzo arrived outside my house and I snuck out and went for a drive with him to get to know each him better. I soon realized he was going to be my first black guy. His sexual attractiveness and personality had overwhelmed me to the point that I had to get being blacked out of my system. I soon reached for my Marlboro lights and asked "do you mind?" Lorenzo replied "only if you let me have one" I handed him a cigarette and then lit mine. Smoking made me feel sexy and Lorenzo assured that with his stares every time I was about to take a puff of my cigarette.