Personal Narrative: My Trip To Harlem

There were some positives, and I can’t help but acknowledge them because they happened and I fell for them. He was crazy about me in the beginning, I would receive text after text that it at one point was nauseating. I didn’t give him the time of day until I actually did. We were supposed to have lunch one Saturday during a weekend that I hid on Central Park South. I spend the day downtown and did things I loved. Then one day I traveled to Harlem for the first time by myself. I was too tired to do the whole restaurant date thing so we just relaxed in his apartment. The first time we kissed was amazing. I showed him a picture of my dogs, and we talked about Marvel/DC comics. I really warmed up to him, and just like that he kissed me. If we weren’t sitting on his bed, my foot would have popped just like in Princess Diaries. …show more content…
After we had sex that first night, I attached myself like a leech. I didn’t mean for any of that to happen. He was supposed to be just another one night stand, little did I know that he would be the focus of attention for the duration of winter. There was absolutely no walk of shame the next morning. He left before me but we conversed, had sex again and showered. Not having class was very beneficial because he allowed me to continue sleeping after he left for work. How is it that he trusted me in his apartment all alone? Maybe it wasn’t trust, maybe he was just oblivious. Anyone who laid eyes on me dancing and bumping down CPW would have thought I won the lottery. And that is how it seemed to me as well. I thought I had finally found someone who had the potential to be something more than a hookup. That was naïve of