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"CONFESSIO N 'S OF ABLACKMAN" A STORY SERIES
Trudy, was truly, an amazing girl. I don't know what I was thinking the other day when she asked me if I could hold her backpack. I just froze as if I had entered in to another time zone or dimension. She's truly amazing and beautiful. But every time she goes to talk to me, I get all stiff-necked and nervous . I need to do just like my grandfather told me to. He said "Son, women appreciate honesty, and it's the little things that matter most with them. You know, like kindness, showing up on time, and doing what you say your going to do." And, "Just tell her, you can't afford much today, but I'd love to take you out to dinner and get to know you better." Pop's was right!That's all I had to do, was man up. After all, Trudy was the smartest and
and did I mention the most beautiful woman in my Chemical Engineering class. Surely she understood the life of a struggling graduate student and future scientist, inventor, and entrepreneur, I might add, right? She definitely seems like my caliber of woman...so why am I so nervous. Well, I'm going to have to shake it off. There's nothing to fear but fear itself, and I've managed to save enough money for at least Olive Garden, or the Waffle House, if she just wants something simple like breakfast. Either way, I'm "in like Flynn", or it's "now or never". I'm not going to let another semester pass by without expressing my thoughts or feelings towards her. Besides, the Black Scientist's and Engineer' s Club dinner and dance event is in two weeks, and I don't plan on going empty-handed.
