Sigh, where do I possibly begin to start explaining the wonderful girl that is Beatrice. Okay, we’ll start with the very beginnings then. So, it all began July 30th 7:38 AM. I wake up that morning, and think to myself how the day will go. I’ll wake up, post a crappy, lame ass glitter comment on Tanya’s Tagworld page, and the rest of the day would go through as every other boring day did. So I plop down in my seat, and assume command of my computer to start yet another day, and I go through my routine. My email counter says I have new mail, so I check it out. To my surprise, I see that Beatrice had sent me a note on Espinthebottle, now I didn’t see her picture in the Email, it only told me, so I went to the link in the email, and saw her profile and her picture. I was instantly captivated. Instantly. Never before had I seen such unreal, and unique beauty. It wasn’t necessarily a purely sexual attraction, although for some odd reason she did turn me on instantly, though. She had many other things in her profile that had me from day one. Firstly, she likes Rammstein, great great band. Any girl who likes them is worth even giving a chance, regardless of anything else.
Secondly, her profile and her punctuation, correct grammar, etc. Gave me the impression that she was very smart. And she is, she’s extremely mature for her age and very intelligent. Now, naturally, there wasn’t much thinking to be done in the acceptance of this letter. She was white, she lived in New York City (that part fascinated me the most, because if she lives in the City, then she’s rich.) and she was beautiful. So, of course. I accept the letter quickly, and soon enough she sends her own letter to me, and we begin to trade off emails. We literally hit it off right away, and it’s almost as if she was meant to come only a few days before my breakup, and come to me real easily. Now, normally…knowing my good ol’paranoid self. I’d be questioning her motives as to why she wants me so badly, but I can feel her genuine love for me, I can tell this isn’t just some slut. She’s too smart, and her values are exactly like mine. So after trading off emails for a bit, we begin our little talks on AIM, this is where the fun begins.
Our conversations on AIM, have been phenomenal, and continue to be to this day. They are so packed with romance, and laughs, and just overall love-that it makes me feel almost bad about ever getting into a relationship with Tanya. But I know, and I understand that certain people operate on different levels, and have more knowledge in different fields. So whatever. Some of the conversations though, are just plain awesome. I can’t even begin to explain how Beatrice nearly steals every word I’m thinking about, right out of my mouth. I really do understand the saying “my other half” now. I thought I had with Tanya, but I was a fool. It was my first time with love, I had no idea what the hell I was saying, so that whole relationship doesn’t even count. Aside from the fact we never got to consummate it anyway. So yeah, Beatrice is just a real shock to me in every way. She just knows how to please me, and we can have honest, open, and very interesting conversations. But I won’t lie. Her sending me topless pictures, helped alot. But in no way, am I basing my love for her around topless pictures. Everything she says, and every picture I see of her, makes her grow on me more and more. She’s taken my entire heart by surprise, and grabbed it for herself, but honestly…I’m glad she did.
My heart needed someone who could help me in life, not someone who would make me dwell on how terrible a relationship was due to ridiculous amounts of distance between us. I didn’t need that. So I guess in a way Beatrice is just every prayer answered. An open minded, intellectual, romantic, horny white chick from Manhattan. Excellent, very good. Everything I could possibly fathom in this mind of mine, has been answered in the form of her. She fulfills every damn need in a woman I’ve ever had. Not just a few, all of them. But, actually. I never thought it possible for me to get my dream girl. Never. Much less a white one. This is my first pure white girl in a very, very long time. And boy, something tells me she’s going to be my first. Definitely going to cover my first act of sexual intercourse once it’s time to cross that bridge. Okay, so basically-I’m totally infatuated with Beatrice. I’m in love with her on a level I’ve never thought possible. I’m in love with her for every reason possible. She just really completes me, and she is my dream girl. So, I love her with all my heart. I’ll keep writing updates as our relationship progresses.
