Mr. Hulk

     Mr. Hulk is honestly the only why to describe my next dating experience. He had a heart of gold, but the body of action hero which is way I nicked named him this. We kept running into each other on my way to work, and he always had a sweet side smile for me waiting as I passed by. Though he was 20, he did not look it. He was 5'8, with light bronze complexion, and could bench press over 350. This means this handsome african american man, had huge arms, legs, and chest, like a WWE superstar. I am sure he could even give John Cena a run for his money.

I finally decided to leave him my number, when I saw him again at a nearby gym. We went for ice cream. "Come hear sweetie," he stated when he was perched on a nearby wall waiting for them to fix my cone. I put my arms around his small neck, praying that was the only thing that was small on him and started kissing him. He stood there hugging my body, tracing his fingers down my back, and behind. "Hear you go," the employee said as he was done with my ice cream. I almost forgot I was there for a few minutes ,in his arms. We talked on the phone and saw each other almost everyday.
   He was a nice guy, but I was not trying to start a long term relationship with someone who had began to text me all the time. On the day we ended it was the hardest. He knew I was celibate so sex was never brought up.  When he did start kissing on my knees, I nearly came.  I had just finish showering and was in my robe. My eyes closed and felt as though I was sliding into lust's door with no invitation or key. "Stop," I said with a look of worry on my face. I told him that we needed to go back and become friends before we ever could become lovers again. He immediately said "okay," and soon left my apartment. We spoke a few times after but eventually stopped talking. It was never my intention to break the Hulk, but I guess some women doubt the power they truly have. Until next time xoxo, Ms. English