.ugh......not what I was hoping for. And wouldn't you know it......they had to park right behind me. Well, out hops three black guys and as I'm kind...of watching them via the reflection on the glass of my car I see that they're scoping-me-out to the point that they want me to realize it. So I look over and give them a thank-you-ish kind of smile so as to be polite. I'm a white gurl who tends to really dig black men but meeting guys at the gas station wasn't really what I had. I smiled as I returned to my room, thinking of how mum had fussed about hanging some clothes up and making sure others were folded in the drawers properly. I was prepared for her to lick her fingers and brush my hair down too.I did the important things first, read through the schedule for the weekend and Freshers’ Week starting Monday. Looking back, it is strange how the girls’ first task was to connect their laptops and phones to the internet, before downloading their schedules. How the world. He never talks about his life before the Night of Madness. No real first name, no last name. Never talks about parents, siblings, lovers, jobs, anything. It’s almost sad in a way, it’s like he only lives to stop crime and make his neighborhood better.”“Is he doing that?”“Boy, is he! Darktown is now one of the safest areas of town, believe it or not. Oh, there is still plenty of crime, but it’s, different. Vandalism, snatch and grab, drugs, and of course prostitution. But it’s the way it goes. At this I realize this hot mature woman maybe into me. I want to tell her that I want her but I am way to shy. So instead I make a stupid comment about how it has been so long since I have had a girlfriend, or even a date. Moving to the area has been tough. She proceeds to tell me how I am a very attractive young man and girls my age should be all over me. She says the fact that I can afford to buy a place at my age should make me extremely desireable. I tell her about how I am shy and.