My Second Love

So I'm writing about my first experience with an asian man. It was short-lived and one-sided.

It was freshman year of high school and he sat next to me in Latin class. His name was Albert. He was the smartest person in the class. He was a stereotypical Asian guy. The overachiever, the one who was good at math and got all A's. He was one of my best friends and he was the leader of our little clique.

Albert was sweet and knew about whatever he was talking about in detail. I never knew anyone could be like that before I met him. He was the strong masculine type, but he was still sweet and caring and very funny. It was crush on my end and I held in that secret as long as I could. I told my friend Elizabeth. One day after a fun lunch of hanging out with Albert and the rest of the gang. Elizabeth decided to run up to Albert and tell him I liked him. I was horrified. That was my worst fear at the time. He was totally indifferent to the fact I loved him secretly for the past 5 months.

I found out later I wasn't the only black girl that liked him either. My friend with the same name as mine Jessica liked him as well. We were like sisters because we had the same name and we looked alike. He never went anywhere with me but he became closer friends with her. They hung out after school and went to parties but I was just someone to hang out with at school.

Then agian Albert was a "typical" Asian so he only dated Asian girls. He already had a girlfriend as well so Jessica and I didn't really get anywhere.

I ended up moving sophmore year so I couldn't pursue him any longer. I still talk to Albert every now and again. And I still think about him, especially since we just graduated. I also still care about him and I see him every time I go back to Las Vegas, NV.

Well that was my first experience with an Asian man. And my second love, don't know if I'll ever share about my first love. Hope you enjoyed it.