Girl of My Dreams
Keywords: of, Dreams, My, Girl,
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It's morning again. I get up from bed, and take a look outside. It's snowing. Just another day in November. If you are at all familiar with Massachusetts, then you know what I am talking about. I look at all the snow piling up outside and I wince. Yes, I know plenty of you men out there are feeling the same. When the heavy snow falls in New England, it's time for the men to come out and clean. That's the way it's been for my father and my grandfather. That's the way it is for me.
My name is Arthur Davis. I am a young Black man living in Boston. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, and I weigh around one hundred and ninety pounds. I've got jet-black skin and long hair which I braid in cornrows. I'm fairly good-looking, if I dare say so. I attend Bay State College, and currently I am trying to get my Bachelors in Business Administration. I live in an off-campus apartment with my girlfriend, Dora Atkinson. I take a look at her as she is lying on our bed. Dora is a lovely gal, whether she is awake or asleep. A five-foot-ten, black-haired, green-eyed girl with light bronze skin. She moves in her sleep, and almost sighs. I smile as I look at her. She is really beautiful. Pretty face, sexy and athletic body and a really nice, round butt. I smile then return my gaze to the snow outside. We live in South End, not far from the Back Bay but really a world away. The Back Bay is home to celebrities and rich people. New England Patriots quarterback Tom Brady used to live in Boston's Back Bay. Yeah, it's where all the rich people live.
I am not wealthy. I'm just a college student relying on his own brains and some financial aid to make it. Dora goes to Bunker Hill Community College. She's taking Criminal Justice there. She wants to be a police officer someday. I don't like guns and I don't like dealing with difficult people or dangerous situations. Taking down a psychotic man or a wicked woman is not my idea of fun. Dora likes it, though. When she isn't at school or with me, she works as a security guard for the snobs inside Copley. She's a tall, attractive young woman with a serious demeanor. She always looks like she means business. Good for her. I could never do that line of work. It's just not my thing.
I love Dora. She is unique. A lot of guys say this about their girlfriends. Often, the guy is wrong. I love my girlfriend but I am not the kind of guy who loves easily. It has a lot to do with my family. I grew up in a house with an absentee father and a mother who beat me and tormented me every chance she got. Nowadays, I am an orphan. My father died of a heart attack and my mother died in a car accident. All within the same year. Although they weren't exactly the best parents, I still cared for them, somehow. I was all alone in the world. I wasn't a big believer in people. In fact, there was a time in my life when I hated people. Both men and women. I'd been betrayed by members of both sexes and for this reason, I had a low opinion of humanity.
I spent a lot of time by myself. Then, one day, I met Dora. I was having an argument with my previous girlfriend, Sarah Brown. Sarah Brown was a tall, good-looking African girl with caramel-colored skin and short, lustrous ebony hair. She was the prettiest girl I had ever seen. Unfortunately, she also thought that she was all that and then some. The girl had a serious attitude problem. One day, we were arguing and she struck me hard in the gut. I pushed her away from me with all my might. She was a nasty bitch but I was stronger. She staggered back and looked at me with wide eyes. I shook my head. I don't like putting my hands on anyone, man or woman, but I am not going to just stand by and let some woman beat on me. Been there, done that, thank you very much. No more drama for me. She started cussing me. I called her a bitch, told her to stop following me and then walked away.
I was very upset over this argument that we had. Sarah Brown was a crazy chick. We had some rough arguments before but she had never tried putting her hands on me before. I had dealt with violent women before. I didn't want to be in a relationship with one. No way. I was glad to have gotten away from her. And to think that I considered moving in with this bitch. Damn! I almost made a big mistake. The last thing any young man needs in his life is a psychotic female with violent tendencies. That's one way to ruin your life real quick. Dump the bitch and stay away from her. Don't talk to her. Don't fuck her. Keep your distance and make sure she stays away from you. Get a restraining order or some shit like that.
I was walking down Newberry Street, head down against the cold. I was deep in my thoughts and didn't see a car coming at me. The car came at me, and when I noticed, it was too late. I wasn't even old enough to drink alcohol and I was going to meet the grim reaper! I froze. I don't know why. My muscles simply wouldn't move. That's when she came. A tall girl rushed at me and body-slammed me like a linebacker, knocking me out of the way of the vehicle. She saved my life. I lay there on the snowy sidewalk. The girl got off me and offered me a hand. I took it. It belonged to a tall, strikingly beautiful girl. That was Dora Atkinson. She was wearing the black and white uniform worn by the security personnel of Copley Mall. The girl had saved my life. I thanked her. She smiled at me, and asked me if I was okay. I nodded. She smiled again, told me to be more careful, then sprinted away.
I watched the girl as she ran away. Man, I'm not going to lie. I noticed that she did have quite a nice behind. I smiled to myself. Like an angel, she had come out of nowhere and saved me. I grinned to myself and went back to school. I told the whole story to my boy, Jerry. Jerry is this light-skinned Jamaican guy I knew. He was a cool cat and a ladies man. I told him the whole thing. I decided to dump Sarah's sorry ass. Jerry smiled. He completely agreed. Sarah was pretty but she was also a vicious bitch with violent tendencies. No man needs that kind of drama, beautiful woman or not. I told Jerry about the girl who saved my skin, and he smiled. He was obviously pleased and told me that this might be a sign. I was surprised at Jerry's words.
I've never had much luck with the women in my life. My mother, well, I think you know about her already. My first girlfriend, Christine, dumped me because I was a black man and her Irish father didn't approve of our relationship. My second girlfriend, Michelle, was a nutcase. She was very needy and when I dumped her, she started following me around and leaving death threats on my answering machine. Talk about crazy! Sarah was my third girlfriend. Yes, you can see a pattern here. I swear I tried to be a gentleman with all of them but in the end, they were just plain crazy. I had never had a girl do something nice for me before, let alone save my skin. I wanted to find this girl again, and maybe have a talk with her. I knew exactly where to start.
I headed to Copley Mall and looked around for the security people. The mall wasn't my kind of place. I've been dragged there many times by females who take too much time shopping and I dreaded it. Also, Copley Mall wasn't a regular mall. It was where the rich people shopped. Scary, man, scary. I walked around in there for hours, looking at rich people, mostly white, and sometimes black and Asian, walking through. I didn't see the mystery girl who had saved my life. Tired of walking, I headed to the Food Court to get something to eat. Before eating, I had to piss. Guess who I saw coming of the ladies room?
There she was. A tall Latin girl wearing a white silk shirt and black pants. Her long black hair was pulled in a bun. There was a badge emblazoned on her left breasts pocket, with the symbol of the security company that she worked for. I recognized her instantly. This was the girl who had saved my life earlier. I approached her, smiling. I said hello. She politely smiled and said hello, then walked past me. I followed suit. I told her that I knew her from somewhere. She looked at me, then recognition showed in her features. Yes, I was the guy whose life she had saved earlier. I introduced myself and asked her to join me for lunch, by way of thanking her. She told me her name, which was Dora and that she couldn't, since she had work to do. I frowned. She shrugged, then her eyes lit up as some tall older guy in a security uniform walked up to her. They talked for a few seconds, then he nodded at her and smiled. She smiled at me and nodded. Her shift was ending and she was free to go. I grinned and we walked together.
We sat down at a table for two and began eating some fine Chinese cuisine. Dora insisted on paying for half of the meal. I was surprised. I was used to women offering to pay but in my experience, none of them ever did pay. This girl was full of surprises. We started talking and she told me that she was a student at Bunker Hill, taking up Criminal Justice. She wanted to be a police officer, like her daddy. I smiled at that. My father was a nurse, once. My mother worked as a nurse too. I wasn't interested in that line of work. The business world appealed to me. I was pretty good at math and science. I could be ruthless and driven when I had to be. Something with human interests such as policing wasn't appealing to me. Still, I liked talking to Dora Atkinson. She was easy to talk to. Man, there was something different about this gal. I just didn't know what.
By the time we finished lunch, I was quite puzzled by Dora Atkinson. She was pretty, hard-working and driven. She wanted to get her Associate's degree in Criminal Justice and hopefully get into the State Police Academy at New Braintree. I really wanted to ask her out but settled for her number instead. We parted ways with a handshake. Damn, the girl had strong hands! I watched her go. Tall, sexy, with a fine ass. I had to move quick and get this girl otherwise some lucky guy would get her and I would miss my chance.
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Keywords: of, Dreams, My, Girl,