The men of my life...

I said that I would write about my past experiences so that I would not repeat them in the future. I had a list of people I wanted to talk about and I think I should write about them one-at-a time. Well, here's the 411 on who I will be talking about...
1. Earl
2. Maurice
3. Nate
4. Steve (from work)
5. Unknown (I forgot his name but it's Tim's nephew)
6. Unknown ( I forgot his name also)
7. Pete
8. Charlie (I need to talk about him)
9. Jay
10. Kenji

Is it bad that I can't remember some people's names? As I am formulating my words, I feel a sense of reserve because more people will be reading this. And some of these people are friends, but I must be true to myself, right??? So the first one I will pick is.......#6! This will be short. This guy was cute and was a licenced electrician. I met him one day when I was on the way to get my hair done. Why is it that brothers like you when you looking crazy? But back to the story. I am walking to the shop and this guy pulls up to me and calls me some female name. I look at him like he's crazy. He repeats the name and I tell him that he has the wrong person, so he quickly apologizes and starts to drive away. Then he backs up on the busy main street (79th Kedzie) and asks me where I am headed. I tell him that I am on my way to get my hair done up the street. He offers to give me a ride and what does my crazy behind do? GET IN THE CAR! Now, this guy could've been a serial killer or something. So he takes me to the shop and we are sitting in the car. He's playing in my hair and telling me how he would like to see my hair done. The crazy thing is...I was attracted to that. He was forward, open and not afraid to be intimate. So I give him my number and he tells me that he wants me to call him when I get home so he would know that I got there safely. I was fully impressed by that and called him when I got home. We would briefly talk because I was not allowed to really talk to guys on the phone. How old was I? 19 years old! My father is VERY protective of me which makes me rebell against authority. I'm surprised he didn't say nothing when I moved off-campus. But he says that he trusts me..lol. Anyway...one night, this guy wants to come see me. So I lock my brothers and sisters in the basement (with toys, television, heat, and food...I wasn't abusing them. That was their playroom) and had him come over. Oh yeah, I gotta tell you this...When he met me, I had on hazel contact lens so he thought that my eyes were that color. So before he came over, I took down all of my pictures off the wall so he would not see that my eyes were fake. So he comes over and we are talking and everything. When he goes to leave, things get REAL hot and heavy. I won't be explicit because I can, ya know? But in the middle of making out, my dad comes home. So I push him out of the house and run to open the back door for my dad. I couldn't even look him in the eyes 'cause I feared that the Holy Spirit would tell him that I was being bad. The guy called me later and I was too ashamed to talk to him. I guess with all of that mystery I was displaying, he wanted to marry me! He asked me at least 15 times. He said that if that was a preview of things to come, he would have to jump on the deal. He also said that he was attracted to the fact that I was 19years old and still a virgin. Ain't that funny? I couldn't marry him because he wasn't saved and because my eyes were not hazel!