For every good experience, nine bad experiences would occur. I dated men of all backgrounds. I would say that I was an equal opportunist. I saw no color lines and in the beginning it’s all about the experience; getting to know one another. I kept my oo-ha under wraps, and was extremely selective on who, if anyone, I became intimate with. For some reason, I was still single and urging for that special someone. I got involved with men that were not “emotionally available” for me; which also fed into my belief that I was not worthy of being loved.
I had an “ah-ha” moment when I met this man by the name of Miles. I had met Miles during a family outing. His and my families have been close friends for over thirty plus years. But our paths had only crossed two years ago. It wasn’t until a year later that we actually exchanged numbers and started talking.
to be continued: SAC