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I can empathize with him, but he still sucks
My college boyfriend had a lazy eye. Literally and figuratively. His eye always drifted from the girl he was with to the girl he wanted to have. And I fell into his gaze. I should have known when he was flirting with me in an off way that you could only call mocking while he was with his current girlfriend, my classmate. I should have known that he was a woman-hater.
His girlfriend at the time was a knockout. She had a curvy, hourglass figure, big brown eyes, a heart-shaped mouth, and a soft and smiley way about her. She was extremely pretty and extremely smart. When I began dating him, let’s call him Keith, he remarked, “Anna Leigh had a weird shape.” I was like, “Are you for real?”
Sometimes people say you need to heed the signs from the universe. The very evening I was supposed to go on my first date with Keith, I had gone jogging and a bug flew into my eye. My eye swelled up and turned a bloodshot red color. I thought I should cancel the date, but I went anyway. The bug was saying, “Plleaaasseee, don’t goooo!” It even sacrificed itself in my eye. But I didn’t listen.
So, why do I say he was a woman-hater, especially towards black women? Here goes.
- After I said I had gone to see India Arie sing, he said he and his friends thought she looked…
