My silly non Prince experience

I was 16 riding the public transit bus to school. It was in Pomona, not the safest of neighborhoods and short of my stint in Mexico the most I’ve ever seen of living with mostly not white and that many black people. Honestly it was a bit of culture shock for me at first, but it had lots of pluses. One such was my own version of Prince. Not as fully fabulous as the original but my mind has remembered it as a very pleasant episode none the less.

It was a long ride to school. Mostly very bored, even though people watching was fun but also even then a little uncomfortable. I didn’t end up riding the bus more than a few months before I quit school to help my mom out at her new business.*

But on the bus I met this guy that was so much like Prince. He had so much personality. He sung, though not quite as good. He danced, though not quite as sexy. He was not the most attractive man as neither was Prince (I thought then). He was soooo thin too and much older than me. But he would sing and entertain me. I had my own show every morning and he would tell me how beautiful _____**. And one day he didn’t get on the bus. I never saw him again and even though I always acted like he annoyed me slightly, or a bit shy and scared, depended on the time of month probably….. but when he was gone I really missed him and whenever I hear a prince song I think that was Prince and he’s singing it to me like he used to. Well. You know what I mean, I’m sure. And over the years I’ve meshed the two together and find him so sexy and I wonder in my adult eyes how I would see it all now sometimes. But whatever version of reality mine is….. I enjoy it very much. Lol

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*It was a mutual decision. I didn’t see where my life was going beyond high school anyway and I was bored and continuation school was easy and I had friends and was thriving but I felt like I was literally the best kid in the worst school where I’d rather be the worst kid in the best school. Lol. And I didn’t think I was going to college anyway. I was manically depressed too. Think we’ve covered this. So I got my GED..but anyway..womp womp.

**I am, I was, he saw me as. Which one is correct? Subjective. To me, and I do believe I will count my vote…… it’s the very first one. Please and thank you. 💋

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew myself...here that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

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