One of my favorite memories of loving a black woman.
She was brilliant. A grad student in philosophy. We could start talking at 10 in the evening ... and not stop until 6 in the morning. And she was beautiful. Small and petite. Model looks. And beautiful natural African hairstyle. One minute she could listen to classical Arab music. The next minute she could break down Jay-Z. Together we could do Indian food, sushi, or soulfood. Very eclectic - just like me. But she was a sistah through and through. It felt so good to go out on the town with her on my arm. I felt like I was escorting an African princess. Her protector. We weren't together for very long. But I was head over heels.