RCO
- Charkes Nesbitt
- Mar 29, 2015
- 2 min read
At this point, I’m pretty settled. I’ve gotten to know quite a few people and comfortable with my new surroundings. Now, he may recollect this a little better than I……but I know that we were on the second floor of LLC’s lobby. I’m not exactly sure about where he nor I were positioned, but as I write, I remember our eyes connecting. He asked my name and I asked his. From Jacksonville, Florida (by way of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania), he stood about 6’2” tall, and had a medium build. He wasn’t dashing, sexy nor super fine, but I was greatly intrigued. His thought processes were like no other I had conversed with, especially considering where I had just come from. From that point on we were a couple. He wasn’t the type of guy to formally ask anything. Things just were for him. He was enigmatic and straightforward at the same time. He presented himself in a way that was apparent and loud. However, only few truly understood him.
He was an upperclassman and our band’s drum major. So, I guess you can say that dating him gave me clout that I wouldn’t have normally had as a freshman. We hung out regularly, which included drives in his beat up brown Datson. It was a stick shift, and at one point, the driver door wouldn’t close. So he had to coordinate himself so that he could hold the door with one hand and change gears with the other. That was the funniest shit in the world. There was also a hole in the driver’s side floor. I wonder what happened to that car.
He was a lot like me. Although I didn’t appear as different as he did on the outside, our spirits were very similar. He was (and still is) very comfortable in his own skin, always marching to his own beat. And although he was a part of major groups, he found ways to do things his way, within those groups. He was a reflection of me and I loved him for it.
Our relationship lasted 3 years. In that time, I became a part of the band, he became an Omega, we fell in love, created a child together and I transitioned into womanhood. As I look back, I think my relationship with him was one of the most healthy relationships I had been in. Being with him supported my individuality. Being with him solidified what I had known as long as I could remember. Being with him made it ok to be me.

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