Totally random post but I owe Angela a good little chuckle.
When I lived in Waltham, Mass I worked in a hair salon in Cambridge. Every day I took one bus to the square just below my stop and then transferred to go up to Harvard Square where my salon was. Right at the spot where I had to wait for my bus there was a barber shop that was always full of black men getting perfect fades. I would stand across the street and stare into the window watching in awe as the barbers cut hair. In my salon we were not even allowed to use clippers and always had to do scissors over comb for a short haircut, so I thoroughly admired their handiwork. There was one barber who was very attractive and he and I developed a through-the-window daily flirtation. Every time I stood waiting for my bus he would look out the window and give me a smile and sometimes even a little nod and eyebrow raise. I started really looking forward to my ride to and from work everyday! This went on for weeks. We never spoke to each other, we never even saw each other except through the glass of the barber shop window. Finally, one evening, one of the other guys from the shop came out and gave me a piece of paper with my barbershop boy's phone number on it. I can't even remember his name now but I did call him and could barely understand him since it turns out he is from Haiti. We made plans to meet in Harvard Square one day during both of our lunch breaks. I was very excited and nervous. I had had this almost imaginary relationship with this guy for weeks now, maybe even a month and wasn't sure if I was really up for making it a reality. When we finally did meet, I discovered that he had about 3 or 4 children with various "baby mamas", could barely speak English and was really not that interesting or cool. It was so upsetting and disappointing to see what he was really like. My version of him turned out to be exponentially better than who he truly was. The moral of this story is: avoid meeting "boys" (meaning those we know only as blank boy - safeway boy, bus boy, abercrombie boy, barbershop boy, etc) at all cost. It will never live up to your fantasy so why take that step and ruin a dream you could hold onto your entire life?
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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OK. you're right. it's probably a good thing I never learned the real story behind "Stats Boy" ... or "Latte Art Boy," or "Frat Boy Number 5".
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