I met this extremely nice and intelligent black man in my early twenties. I worked at a well-known bank in Atlanta and he was one of my distinguished customers. His approach to me was very charming. Surprisingly, he allowed me to meet his daughter who was ten years older than me once we were committed. All of us had a wonderful relationship.
Every year, his job held a Christmas party at the owners luxury home in a prestige Buckhead neighborhood. My ex-boyfriend drove a Mercedes that adjusted to my desires when I sat in it. When we arrived together, we were very classy. He loved to introduce me to his colleagues and I enjoyed talking and laughing with all of them.
My mother really loved and adored him. Yes, he was charming to her too. Even my sister who started trouble because I went out with some friends, one of which was a guy who picked me up and dropped me off so we all could be in one vehicle. By the time I came home, my boyfriend was there with his Mercedes parked in my driveway. My sister tried to make me feel guilty because she called my boyfriend to break us up. I told my my boyfriend the truth and we continued a healthy relationship with romance. I continued to hang out with my friends without drama.
One time, my car broke down and he picked up slack. My daughter was in preschool and my ex-boyfriend would pick her up then show her how a little girl should be treated. He would have wonderful conversations with her while she ate at her favorite restaurant. They would pick me up from work then my ex-boyfriend took us home until my car came out of the shop.
It’s so funny how our first date went. He told me that he was pulling up to another woman’s house when I called him. While on the phone with me he smiled then put his car in reverse then came to pick me up.
Our first date was great. He was the type that would open the door for me and pull out a chair before I sat down. He always paid for the bill without hesitation.
When we flew Delta, he would purchase our tickets together. We were a classy couple while walking through Hartsfield. We always stayed at prestige luxury hotels. He even purchased me fine jewelry that was custom made. Our time together was special until the day he went to heaven.
I love the fact that he was open and honest with me. He told me that he was a middle-man and explained what that meant. My life was never in danger and I felt safe at all times. I never crossed him, burned any bridges or caused drama. I was always loving and elegant and he loved every minute of my presence.
My ex-boyfriend was disappointed to find out that one of his high-school classmates killed a politician because he had won the election here in Georgia. I’m not sure how we had gotten on that subject but I was extremely upset that it was black on black crime. My thought was what happened to my brother’s keeper. Unfortunately, there are haters everywhere.
The one thing I enjoyed was when my ex-boyfriend would take me to the local ice cream shop. I would pick out what I wanted to eat then choose my favorite ice cream. That time was so special to me and I did not have a care in the world.
Have a Bodacious and Miraculous Day!
