I'm tired of black men...but then again I'm not

Day 8 (Continued) The Date - Part Two

I'm still battling with why a black man couldn't pour his heart into me like this. Why is it such a struggle for my kind to love me the way I need to be loved? Is it because of the trauma we both experienced that we are leaning on other cultures to remedy us? To pick up wherever we lack?

I'm not sure, but I wish they could see the greatness in me as I see in them. I want black men to see me; see me.

"Ms. Taylor, I have your shoes. They were one of the gifts that were handed to you outside. May I bring them in?" The lady calls from outside my door.

"Yes, that will be fine. I am just in the tub. Leave them by the bed, please." I respond.

"As you wish, your highness," I hear the door creak open. "I will be back to get you for dinner in about twenty minutes if that's fine with you?"

"That will be perfect."

"Perfect! See you in twenty minutes." The door shuts, and I sink deeper into the tub and smile at the thought that she called me "your highness."

I'm definitely dreaming. I pinch myself to make sure this is reality, and I'm not in some other dimension of bliss.

If only this were my life on a daily, but I have a peculiar feeling if I were Justin's, it would be.

Within twenty minutes, exactly , she is back to get me, and I am ready and looking radiant if I can say so myself.

I'm assuming Justin had this expensive dress altered for me because it's engulfing my curves and molding me the correct way.

I genuinely feel like a queen in it, and I'm ready to meet my handsome king for dinner.

As my butler escorts me into the dining room, my eyes behold the perfect ambiance. I can tell a lot of thought went into every detail.

Tears pour from my eyes uncontrollably, and I let them.

This whole date has been magnificent and is toying with my emotions in every way. It's more than a woman from the southside of Phoenix could ever expect or deserve.

The large dining room table expands the room with gold candle placements stretching across it.

There are rose petals all over the table, and the white and gold china are matching the candle placements flawlessly.

The gold chandelier drapes directly above the table; I mean, it's indescribable how beautifully decorated it is.

Justin is standing at the end of the table, looking stunning as ever. This man makes everything look effortless but is that even possible?

I admire him in his fitted tuxedo with a white button-up tuck neatly underneath it, and his golden-brown hair brushed back into a neat ponytail. He is adorable, and I want to pounce on him.

He looks so yummy, and he is all mine for the night, and the thought alone makes my stomach flutter.

"Hello beautiful" He smiles as he walks toward me.

"Hello handsome," I suck in my bottom lip.

He takes my hand into his, "ready?" He asks, still smiling down at me.

"Yes," I nod, beaming too hard; my cheeks are beginning to hurt.

"Come on," he leads me to where I will be sitting.

He pulls the chair from the table that's seated across from him, and I take a seat while watching him as he walks to the other side of this massive table to sit down as well.

We both smile at each other indefinitely until the servers arrive with our appetizers.

Omg, the food looks incredible.