I love to tell about some of the events in my life and this is one of my memorable times.

They say when the cats away, the kitty will play. Well it was true this time anyway. You see my husband of almost twenty years was away on deployment with his military unit and I was managing the house and keeping up with our son who was in his first year in college.

Spring break came and as things were a bit tight on money, I encouraged my son to forego the college tradition of going to the beach somewhere during spring break. He agreed and asked if he could bring a houseguest, his friend BB, home for the vacation. I was happy that he had a friend that he wanted to socialize
with, so I agreed.

My son, Tim, had not told me anything about BB so when they arrived, I was surprised that his friend was black. As we were introduced, I could see that BB’s eyes took a good look at my 5 ft 9 inch 140 lb body. He gave me a lingering peck on the cheek. I made nothing of it, just a normal male subconscious look at a lady
sizing her up. I think most males do this instinctively.

Later that evening after dinner, we socialized some in the living room and I asked BB about his nickname. He said that his uncle had called him Black Boy as a very young age and later it was changed to BB. He thought nothing of it and actually liked the nick. I looked at this jet-black skin and thought how beautiful and sexy
it was. Now I was wondering why I thought that. Maybe it was just a subtle thought from my past.

I remember as a teen in high school, the black guys were always hitting on the white girls and I am sure many got what they were after. I was thinking that I had never been so lucky as I chuckled to myself. Oh well, those days are gone forever. One cannot relive the past.