Thinking Kinky : The Nappy Haired Diva

I have a friend. He's so sweet to me. He writes me poetry, he sends me music, we text, we email, we talk... this guy is wonderful. Did I mention he's my friend?? He's so into me. We flirt, we laugh, we talk about our favorite foods, we plan to travel together, last night he had the steamiest dream about ME and just reading the details made my face flush beet red. Did I mention he's my friend?? He listens to me about my dating woes, he listens to me complain about slacking off on going to the gym, he likes to hear my voice, he loves when we go spelunking (private joke), he accepts my quirks and my expressions and my hang ups. But- he's my friend. You know what I like best about this friendship? Its free. Its open. Its easy. I don't have to worry about the labels. I don't have to wonder where its going or where it won't be going. I don't have to care who else he sends poetry or who else he spelunks with. All I know is I can text him a *Slurp* and he kn...