I want to tell ya'll a story about what happened last weekend. I was at MetroMart getting some food for dinner because, well we were hungry and it was 9pm. I am there in a very faded, kinda flaking Tupac shirt with leggings and wannabe Birkenstocks. I mean bumming it and I see this tall, slender black guy and we make eye contact. I smile and quickly go back to dissecting the ingredients of cheese because for some reason they add the most unnecessary things, even in block cheese! Anyways, I digress, so I figure out what I need and I move on to getting our favorite potstickers (I don't check the ingredients on this because I don't want to responsible). I find them, hurriedly grab a bag and start walking towards the check out. As I am passing the other frozen food aisles the man appears again and compliments my shirt. I say thank you, finding it odd because the shirt is seriously falling apart. I quickly remove my gaze and continue towards check out. He checks out with a work...
Do you remember the movie Just Wright? It's about a physical therapist who meets an NBA player and becomes his therapist. Of course they fall in love. I fell in love with the idea of Love + Basketball - ugh what perfection! So, I went to school for PT. Received my bachelor's in Health Science and began applying for DPT programs. I was not accepted. I began to realize that maybe God had a different plan. That's where I am now, being content in my singleness and JustWriting. Wish me love!