My entire life I was kept away from black men. Always told they were no good, they stole from you and knocked you up and took off and all the typical stereotypical stories.
I was dating a white guy and I wasn't really into him but I decided to "use" him to get to go to the prom and other places where the kids would go with their boyfriends for fun.
After graduating from college, a few of our friends were renting a house down the Jersey shore for a month so we pooled our money together and got a great townhouse a few blocks from the beach. I was going on my own since at this time I didn't have a boyfriend and I was quickly getting tired of going out with white guys who cared more about themselves than me even when I was dating them for the right reasons.
I bought some new clothes and swimwear and packed up my car and picked up my friend Julie who loved the shore. I liked the idea that we weren't far from Atlantic City and I would probably drove over there a few times during our stay. All of us are white with the exception of one of our male friends being black and one of the girls also being black. I have always found Gary to be "hot" but never let on that I did.
We got down there and we all started to arrive at the same time. It was a beautiful place and a month away to do nothing but eat, drink, party and do nothing was just what was in order. Gary and I actually haven't seen each other in several months and it was so good to see him. He was looking hotter than ever and I was hoping that he and I would maybe hook up and hang out together.
Everyone was unpacking and taking showers and we were deciding what to do. Everyone decided to party out at a club our first night and the next morning take in the supermarket and load up on some goods to help us through the first week or so. I didn't over pack, but I did bring a different outfit for everyday we went away plus an extra in case. I had everything planned out in my mind and everything had to be coordinated and matched for me from my earrings to my handbag and my sandals, sneakers, etc.
I could see as I got out of the shower that Gary was dressed in white slacks that accented his dark black skin with a purple shirt which he left partially open on the top and a silver chain. I knew that I had a very similar outfit in my wardrobe and decided to dress like him. I don't know why, but I knew it would be the opening of a great conversation.