Have you ever thought that someone you were feeling was.....

gay? Of course. All women have had that moment of uncertainty about a man your digging, who might just be "digging" someone else. Its an awkward circumstance to be physically attracted to a man who is sexually attracted to their own gender. Its a moment in your life that you remember what your mother told you "don't ask any questions that you really don't want the answers to". I wish I had never asked.

He was so fine! I mean FINE. We met at a club, where the music was right and so was the vibe. When I first walked in, I noticed him. He offered me a glance or two as well. I am always open to a little cat and mouse, so starting a conversation or backing up for a little reggae wine, is all apart of the chase. This man was sexy and he knew what he was doing. His cologne smelled like candy, his voice was all I could hear and he danced like I could imagine his rhythm in bed. Our relationship from that night became a series of on again off again moments. But in spite of that, every moment with him was an opportunity to be spoiled. He always knew exactly what I wanted. His ability to listen and pay attention to details was unique. I had never met a man who actually understood what I needed. Yet we had never been intimate? Our unions were always special and I always thought, tonight hes going to invite me into his bed. When it never happened, I decided to invite myself. I kissed him and he grabbed me. We kissed harder and started to snatch off our clothes. I felt him leading me to his room. I was like "oh yeah its going down"! It was getting hot and the mood was perfect. We began to roll around the bed. His satin sheets seemed to add to the seduction. I felt his manhood and was definitely pleased. When all of a sudden, he began to brush away something in the bed. I noticed that he was distracted when we were kissing but figured we'd keep going. A few minutes later, he got up and said, "its crumbs in the bed I must change the sheets". I was speechless. I stared at him for what seemed like an hour but was probably only a few seconds. The nights mood had shifted and another opportunity never materialized. Id always wondered was he gay, and finally wanted the answer.

Lets just say today's lesson was, that I should have listened to my mother and I shouldn't have asked.
Still Single.