I'm tired of black men...but then again I'm not

Day 8 (Continued) The Date - Part Two

I hold up the Oscar de la Renta black lace gown to ensure it's real and I am not hallucinating.

I've never worn anything this expensive in my life, and I'm still in a state of hysteria.

Justin has contributed way more than I expected. He has surpassed my expectations; I swear he never fails to astound me.

I'm genuinely developing feelings for this white man, who is gradually capturing my heart, and snatching up my soul, right from underneath me, and I'm honestly tired of resisting.

Ugh, but what would my friends and family think? Would they accept him?

I'm sure they will love whoever I love, but my parents taught me growing up, mess with what you want in the streets, but when it comes to building a home and foundation, you keep it strictly black.

Am I letting my parents down by dating him? Will my friends, and family accept him, or will they be disappointed in me?

Omg, it's happening again; I'm overthinking.

Just enjoy the time the two of you spend together, Shay, and stop overthinking.

"Miss Taylor, are you ready? Dinner will be ready in about five minutes." someone calls from outside of my bedroom door.

Shit, I'm not even ready. I've been sitting here staring at this dress for so long; I forgot to put it on. What shoes am I even going to wear with this beautiful designer dress?

I didn't dress up tonight; I kept it casually cute with my high-waisted jeans, my yellow mid-waist turtle neck sweater, and black knee-high boots.

I hope he doesn't expect me to walk unshod because I'm not putting my knee-high boots back on.

"I will be ready, give me a few minutes. And can you please let Mr. Michaels know I do not have any shoes to wear with this beautiful dress?" I shout out to the person on the other side of the door.

"Yes, ma'am, I will inform him, and then I will be back up to get you. Take your time because tonight is your night." Their cheerful voice pours through the door, and a perfect smile grows across my face at the thought of it being "my night."

A night just for me, that's exhilarating. He did all of this for me, and I couldn't be more ecstatic at the time and effort he put into this, for it to be flawless, for lil ol' me, in such a short amount of time.

"Thank you so much."

"You're more than welcome, Ms. Taylor. I will be back shortly to get you."

I hear them walk off, and I instantly leap from the bed and migrate toward the bathroom to take a nice luxuriating foam bath before my dinner.

It's lovely to have an opportunity to relax for once and not reminisce about the challenges that life brings. To be pampered and catered to is a dream come true, and I have Justin to thank for that.

Who would've ever known a white man could make me so happy?

For so long, I've despised white people and the pain they've brought to my culture. I did not want them anywhere near me because even the sweet ones I was skeptical about. 

But here, enters in this beautiful white man that swept me off of my feet, and for some reason, I do not want him to put me down.

I like the view from up here, it's brighter, and I see life differently now.

He makes me happy, and he likes me for me, with all my stubbornness and everything that comes with it. He's not afraid of a challenge. He welcomes it with open arms, and I adore him for that.