2006
One in a million
I am forever asking people “so what’s your story” and they always ask me what I mean… Well fact is… We all have a million stories… They start and end at any given moment of the day. Recently… I began an interesting story… And while it has had its endings… And at times it has its beginnings again… Its a story with endless possibilities…
I will call her Casanova… Cause that’s what I call her on my blog… It started on a night that was totally drowning in blue liquor… And that night ended in drunken kisses in the bathroom (though what lesbian hasn’t had a night like that)
Up front I should mention… I am a little white hippie girl… I wear flip flops and go to protests and eat organic fruit… She is the little Puerto Rican thug girl… Yet unlike any other woman I have ever met…
I should also mention that physically… It was one of the best connections I have ever had… And while it was good while it lasted (lasting?) somehow somewhere in there I started to crush…. HARD. I always thought I was an open minded person… That I could get through any adversity placed before me and triumph… But somehow… I knew from the beginning that girls like her don’t fall for girls like me… That there are toooooooooo many barriers… To many people judging… Too many questions…
So this is my story… Yet I told it with out really telling it… Because it hurts too much to come out and say that I lost the girl I adore because I am white and she is Latin. Because I live in a priviledged world and she lives in the ghetto. Because I have a college education and she is still trying to get her GED.
and despite losing her…. I cant tell you why these things matter.
