So what shall I tell you about the Ethiopian?
He’s not very, very tall, but he’s a fair bit taller than me. He’s handsome, but then most Ethiopians are beautiful. He’s like almost all my men, I suppose, a little underexposed in some areas and no doubt suffering from the plight of all African men in the world.
I am attracted to him, but not for love. At this point, not really sex either.
He’s nice. He’s a nice guy. Interesting and thoughtful, open and warm-hearted, but this is not a love-thing. I don’t see that happening.
If I told my mother that, she’d say, “You’re never going to get married.”
I sometimes think she thinks I should just be happy with what I get and not complain. Me, I just wonder how hard it is to find someone who balances me.
I wonder if I will ever truly be in love with anyone ever again in my life.
I guess what is bothering me most about the Ethiopian is that he’s not YMK. And I wish he was.
Am I bad?