Cultural De-Capitation

So today I went on date #1.
I've been single for a while and thought, well, shucks, I'd better give this relationship thing a go. I mean, at the end of the day, no matter how focused I am and how much I get done, I do have to admit, I wouldn't mind sharing my life with someone. It usually fails miserably, but hey, you never know.
So who was date #1? Well, a few months ago, I went out and met this guy from Ghana. He seemed sweet enough and I gave him my number. Since then, he's been really trying to contact me, and I think it had something more to do with how much he liked me...
What I mean is, I finally hooked up with the brother today and dude is sad! I mean, I don't mean sad in like I'm dissing him kind of way, but sad, like, where the hell am I? He has no friends, no social network...no girl. Damn! He's studying medicine here, and will be here for two more years...I mean, I knew immediately that we had no future but listening to him I have to say, I knew where he was coming from. Looking into his eyes took me back to a time when hey, I wasn't doing too well here either. I made him promise me he would go out, hang out with friends, meet girls. Live life. Sigh.
Being in Copenhagen is no joke for black folk.
For real.
farvel,
the lab
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