Chapter
2
SingleParent.com
I
spent a lot of time on the internet back then. Message boards were
my main thing, but I also bought books off Amazon.com and wrote a
blog. I don't do message boards anymore, but back then, they were in
their heyday. A lot of authors had them, and I talked with strangers
about everything from the perfect martini to Shakespeare. A banner
ad brought me to SingleParent.com. SingleParent.com became my
obsession. Within a week, I was chatting with women across America,
texting them, talking on the phone with them. We were all pretty
lonely, and it never took much to start a conversation.
I was
lying in bed one day, texting with a black woman from Georgia, when
she typed, “I could never meet you.”
“Why,”
I asked.
“Because
I'd fall in love with you, and you live in California.”
“Yeah.”
“If
we ever did meet, I'd fuck you crazy and suck you dry.”
We
continued on like this, sending pics and messages for several weeks.
She told me she'd never date a black man again, that the father of
her daughter gave up custodial rights. She used the N-word a lot,
especially when talking about him. She said her family voted for
George H.W. Bush and that they were conservative but that she hated
George W. Bush.
Those
long-distance relationships were what I needed at the time, but by
March, I decided it was time to get laid for real.
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