they post. The question: 'If I had one arm and one leg would you still
date me and take me out'. It was something like that. The answer, yes I
would.
I met Jennifer when I was working for the State of NY, in a Mental
Hospital, she was already hired 2 months before me and had already
completed her training. When I got to the wards, ne of her friends whom
she went thru training with was working on the same ward and shift as I.
She said she had someone she wanted me to meet. After work, we met and
agree to meet again later that night at some club.
I went to the club and she was surrounded by her girlfriends. I pulled
her to the side and started talking with her. After a while, I knew I
wanted to sleep with her, so I asked her did she wanna leave,she said
yes. We went to a hotel.
2 days later, I got a really good look at her. She walked with a limp
and her right hand was deformed. All this I didn't see, all I saw was
her face and smile.she was embarrassed by her walk and her hand, but I
told her don't worry about that BS, all I wanted was her. We dated for
4and a half years, 3 of those years we lived together. Then we broke up,
but were still friends.
Four months later I seen her in my neighborhood and she approached me
asking me did I want to go to a hotel, yes. 8 years later, I seen her on
125th Street in Harlem and I approached her, asking about going to a
hotel with me. She was with a guy who I didn't even see. She told me
that she was bbreaking up with him right then and there, gave me her
number and told me to call her tonight. Jennifer had gained something
like 60 pounds, she was big, but my heart still loved her.
I never got around to calling her, something and some one else came up
that need attention right then and there.
--michaelchappell
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