Was walking through the student center today to return a book. A handsome black fellow in a not so handsome pink polo was standing in the hall, bringing his hands together and apart again. He saw me and at first looked away, but then realized I wasn't staff or a professor (basically the routine of my interactions with students on campus) and looked back. He asked if I had a girl to buy a whatever for for Valentines day. Nah. Well, man, are you dating a girl, man? Ehh, nah, not really. Not even talking to one (sure, I am with a couple, but no wifies). Nah, nah man, sorry but thanks anyways.
I had forgotten about Valentines. I've been single for basically three years (basically), so haven't had that sense of impending dread to remind me of it for a while. The interaction did get me thinking though--not really thinking, something a bit more primordial. I've been texting a former class-mate who is a philosophy major for the last few weeks. She's fun to talk to. We've flirted a bit. She's always sharing stuff on facebook concerning pride in being a black woman and pictures of sexy white men. Maybe I'll invite her over. I don't know. I work that day and expect she has plans. Text anyways.
Anybody have any plans?