We spent the rest of the evening getting to know one another. What an unlikely pair to be so engrossed in the corner of a bar; an African American and a Skinhead. Yes! I said a skinhead with a swastika patch, confederate flag, bomber jacket, bald head, tattoos, and combat boots. That is why I don’t judge on appearances, les I be judged. He does not fit the stereotype. In fact he is rather sweet and a self proclaimed “good skinhead”. The opposing attraction was magnetic and the cousins noticed it at Rafferty’s. My girls are very observant and could tell I was beside myself. It’s difficult for me to hide my emotions when I’m enthralled with someone from my heart.
Well, I’ve said it and he will probably read it. Garry shouldn’t be surprised since I have not hidden my feelings towards him. The most I can hope for is a wonderful friendship and that will have to suffice. Good friends are hard to find and I think I have found one in Garry.
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2 comments:
Somehow I missed this entry until now. Very sweet. As the old theme song said, "There's good in everyone....you can see the morning sun, if you try." Five point for you if you know the song. Garry
Garry, you got me on that one. I'm thinking "The Facts of Life".
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