After a while, I began getting out again. And soon enough, a young man showed interest in me. He was a local boy, a little older than myself. He asked me out, and I thought he seemed safe, so I agreed to go out with him. His name was Floyd.
He was about 5'11", with dishwater blond hair. His complexion wasn't the best, acne was trying to take lodge on his cheeks. He dressed conservatively, slacks and a long sleeved shirt, tucked into his pants. He was average in looks and drove a chevy that was about five years old.
He had spotted me in the local malt shop, and had asked me out several times before I accepted. When he picked me up for our date, he was trying very hard to make a good impression. He was on his best behavior, opening and closing doors for me, pulling my chair back for me to sit, and trying very hard to please me.
We went to the movies and after the movie, looked for somewhere to eat. He asked me what type of food I liked and I told him I'd really been wanting some Chinese food, but there weren't many ethnic restaurants in Memphis at that time. But Floyd said he knew of a Chinese restaurant, and drove there. It turned out it wasn't open on that particular day, so we headed towards a small cafe. But Floyd insisted that we go out again and he would take me for Chinese food.
A few days later, Floyd picked me up for another date. We went to the little Chinese restaurant we'd seen in Memphis. It was more like a take-out place, with a few tables. The food wasn't the best Chinese food I'd ever tasted, but it satisfied a craving I'd had.
After we fininshed eating, Floyd insisted on taking me to meet his family. I was uncomfortable doing so, since we really were only having a casual relationship. But I didn't know how to get out of going, so I agreed and we drove through the country until we reached a small house out in the middle of nowhere.
The house was a small wooden home, and looked like it only had a few rooms. We entered, and I was surprised to see a large family all living in this small home. Floyd introduced all of his relatives. There were parents, grandparents, brothers, sisters and some cousins thrown in for good measure. There were beds in the living room, and very little furniture besides the beds. Looking around, I could see the poverty but the family welcomed me with open arms. I tried to accept the kindness offered me, and I could see in the expressions on the faces of this family that they were looking at me and wondering if I would be part of the family in the future.
We were at Floyds house for only a short time, and then he took me home. As he drove me home the conversation became very serious with Floyd expressing serious intentions towards me. I became more and more uncomfortable with the situation and I wasn't sure how to handle it.
I wasn't serious about Floyd at all. He was a nice guy but I wasn't ready for a serious relationship. Floyd was looking for a wife, and I wasn't ready for that. And so, I became unavailable when Floyd wanted to take me out again. I ended the relationship and never saw Floyd again.