Nevertheless, I met a couple people on there who were really cool, one of them being Pastor. I'd like to call him Pastor because, at the end of the day, that's what he really wanted to be even though he was in denial for a while.
One late night when I was sitting in my dorm room, I ended up chatting with who I now know as Pastor. Pastor was tall, dark, athletic, went to Morehouse where he was on a track scholarship...and was NIGERIAN!!! I couldn't believe my luck because up until that point, I'd NEVER met young, cool Nigerians. And especially one that I would ever even think of dating.
We chatted for a couple months before I invited him to come visit me one day. I was so surprised that once we met, that we were still cool. We went out on a couple of dates and we talked pretty often.
Sooner rather than later, he let me know that he was interested in being in a relationship. Although he was a great guy, I just wasn't interested in a relationship (although I still wanted the attention...how selfish of me). I simply told him that I just wanted to be friends. He seemed to take it well and we continued to talk on a regular basis.
Somehow, in time, we lost contact for about a year but after that year, I really became interested in talking to him on a boyfriend/girlfriend level. Since we hadn't spoken in a year, the only way for me to figure out to speak to him was to go to Morehouse during a track practice. Sure enough, he was there and I was VERY happy to see him. We began talking again to see what would come to fruition.
But alas, nothing came to fruition. Although we talked constantly and hung out probably 3 times a month, he didn't make a move, and I definitely didn't want to put myself out there. As years passed, we really just became friends. I still talk to him from time to time (read: 2 or 3 times a year) and last I knew he was in school getting his Masters in Religious Studies and being a youth pastor at a nearby church.