Remember Josh, the shy guy I mentioned on my Atlanta recap post yesterday would spotted a gorgeous girl who came to our event who never dated interracially? Well, she must have made quite an impression. Must have been her gorgeous dark chocolate skin and bodacious afro that did it. Josh told me he’s kicking himself for being too damn shy to speak to this girl, which brought to mind our endless debates about the dating and mating patterns of men of other races, often influenced by culture and personality. While there were a couple peacocks who clearly had no problem stepping to the ladies, MOST of the other men (and I was really impressed with how many there were) were friendly, but mostly seemed a bit shy and reserved. I can’t say I’m surprised at this, because the cosmopolitan idea of interracial mingling in the South is a new one, and most people are just gathering their druthers.
I personally like shy guys–still waters often run deep. And judging by the lines of Josh’s poem, he sounds just like that type of guy.
You Don’t Know
By Josh Scott
You don’t know it, but you’ve been on my mind
The words I should have spoken, I just now find
Making me wish I could go back and undo time
And not be left with only this little rhyme
You caught my eye as soon as you first walked in
As my nervousness threw me down for the pin
Such beauty that I’ve rarely ever seen
On looks alone you’d be the hands down Queen
But I could tell that you were so much more
By the way that you carried yourself through the door
Like Big Boi I love the way that you move
As you walked to the beat of your own unique groove
Your confidence could be seen clear as day
Also later when you had something to say
I was excited when you first stood up
As my nervousness took another long deep cut
I would get to see where your head was at
As I lowered the camera to watch you chat
Your beauty wasn’t only skin deep, that’s for sure
As you asked your questions wanting to learn more
Then you admitted something that shook me to my core
As you were new to this and had never dated out before
Corny lines of how I could be your first instantly popped into my head
But I thought twice and figured I shouldn’t use any of them instead
Because they might come off as bad
And kill any change that I had
Plus it might sound of only game
And convince you I’m just the same
As what you’re trying to avoid
That’s probably always annoyed
You into opening up to something new
And letting us show you a whole new view
By this time I was instantly hooked
But grew more and more nervous every time I looked
What would I say in my dirty work clothes
Hell, do I smell or have a booger in my nose
Crazy thoughts of how it could all go wrong
Was when I knew my confidence was all long gone
I looked for an excuse, any one would do
And found one that was actually completely true
I said my goodbye’s to my two new friends
While my head and my heart tried to make amends
As I stepped outside I was full of regret
But repeated my excuse as not to fret
Later that night I was mad at myself
Letting this fear control me is not good for my health
I’ll never be happy, things will never ever change
If I don’t kick this fear’s ass that’s limiting my range
But all I can do is hope for another chance and sigh
Because the only time you fail in life is when you truly don’t even try
*UPDATE: We’ve discovered the name of the girl he had his eye on, and she’s been passed this poem. I’ll keep you all apprised if something develops. This is so frickin’ romantic!