Date: Wed, 2 Mar 2005 10:44:38 EST
From: Madasonaysha@aol.com
Subject: "The Handsome Jewish Young Man"  - Part 1

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		       THE HANDSOME JEWISH YOUNG MAN

By  Maddy A.  Dante

Part  One : Who Needs A Job?


Why did it have to rain today? On all the days that are in the week, why  did
it have to rain today of all days.  It was bad enough that I had to get  up
early today on the first day of summer vacation while all my friends got to
sleep in, but on top of that I had deal with getting around in the rain  too.
God, today was going to suck!  I'm sixteen what the hell do I  need a summer of
job for?  Wasn't it like illegal for me to be working  anyway?  I know New
Jersey has child labor laws on that sort of thing. I  need to look into that.
But mom just had to pull some strings and get me a  job.  You would have
thought that she would have got me a job working at  her office, but no she didn't.
I would be digging ditches.   DITCHES!?! What the hell did I know about
digging ditches anyway?    Technically, I wouldn't actually be called a ditch
digger.  I would be  helping out at a construction site, but that was beside the
point. I would  be moving around bags of cement  and what ever else my Mom's
friend Mr.  Saldono would ask me to do.  Nothing against ditch diggers and
construction  workers, but I wasn't cut out for that sort work.  I was kind of
short, but  not really. I only had a few more inches before I reached my goal
height of  six feet.  I was kind of skinny, but only little.  I was just shy of
one seventy, but I would be there by the end of summer, so you could see why I
didn't think manual labor was for me.


I didn't understand why I had to work anyway.  Mom and Dad made good  money.
In fact we were on the higher end of middle class, so I didn't  understand
why they would make me work.  Mom said I was a brat and didn't  appreciate what
they did for me and as she put it, " Kyle you need to learn that  nothing is
ever just going to be given to you.  In the real world you have  to work for
what you want."  That was the biggest load of bull shit that I  ever heard.  She
said that I was spoiled and ungrateful, but I didn't think  that I was.  I
knew they both worked hard to give me and my little sister  nice things.  I was
aware of that ,but they made more than enough money to  give me the sneakers
that I wanted.  Was it too much to ask for the  matching sweat suit to go with
the sneakers? Then I would need the baseball cap  just to complete the outfit
and after that a few bucks to go out with my  friends.  What was fifty or
sixty dollars to them anyway?


I dragged my ass out of bed into the shower.  As I washed my black  hair I
was reminded that I needed a trim.  I usually kept my hair short on  the sides
with a few inches on top that I spiked with gel.  It was the  typical hair
style that most of the other white boys from Jersey wore their hair  and I had
perfected it.  I let an ex- girlfriend talk me into growing it  long and now I
was stuck with these long bangs that were forever falling  into my eyes.  Yeah
...I know... Girls.  I hated it, but she told  me it looked good so I just let
her run her stupid mouth.  If she was  talking, then she wasn't trying to kiss
me.  That's what made her finally  break up with me.  She didn't understand
why I never wanted to be  affectionate with her.  I couldn't just come out and
say,' Hey Judy, making  out with you is like kissing my grandmother, it
grosses me out. I'm not  attracted to you, in fact I'm not attracted to any girls
at all.' I thought  James was cuter anyway. Yeah that would have went over
well.   Nobody  knew that I was into guys and I would have it no other way.


Much to my relief she finally dumped me a few weeks before school  ended.  It
couldn't have come at a better time.  I would get to spend  my senior year
girl free.  When I leave the state for college is when I  will FINNALLY get the
chance to be the real me.  I don't know what it was  that she was attracted to
anyway.  I wasn't very popular,  but I  wasn't some geek either.  I only
played baseball, which might I add, I was  only an "okay" player at.  But, Julie
liked me anyway.   It  helped that while we dated the questions my friends
would ask me as to why I  didn't have a girlfriend stopped.  Was it wrong to use
her to cover up,  sure, but I didn't lose any sleep at night.  It was her or
me and I chose  the latter.


To add insult to injury my parents told me I had to catch the bus  there.  I
had never ridden a bus before in my entire life and now they  wanted me to
take it for the first time to a place that I would rather not be  going to in the
first place.  God! Today was just not my day!  I live  in one of the nicer
suburbs that New Jersey has to offer.  Livingston is a  mix of upper middle
class and the plain old just rich.  My family wasn't  extremely wealthy, but we
were comfortable.  I had never really traveled  much outside of little suburban
neighborhood, but today I would.  The job  was located in South Newark, which
is one of the poorest cities in New  Jersey.  The city was mostly black and I'
m not going to lie, that is what  made me the most nervous.  I wasn't a racist
or anything, but I never  really knew any black people.  Livingston is pretty
much a Gifilte fish  fed, white, Jewish town.  I didn't even think that I
knew any one who was  Catholic besides my Mom and she had long ago converted.  My
babushka made  sure she did before she allowed my parents to get married.   I
could  only imagine all of the "Brotha's" ganging up on my pale Jewish ass.
Yeah,  today was going to be GREAT!


The bus ride was extremely long and after almost an hour I was drooped of
two blocks from the work site.  The neighborhood was just as I knew it  would
be, dirty. The rain had let up to a light drizzle, but the  streets were
completely flooded from the late night showers.  Add the fact  that it was already
scorching at 86 degrees outside at eight in the morning and  you would see why I
would rather be laying in my bed with the central air on  five.  The
neighborhood that I was walking through was worse than anything  that I had imagined.
The streets were dirty and desolate.  It was a  hot day, but the streets just
looked cold.  Don't ask me how, they just  did. Today was going to be
WONDERFUL!


As I was walking down the street, too busy trying to follow the directions
my Mom gave me and silently cursing her, I bumped into someone and sent them
falling down into a puddle of mud.  I felt bad because the puddle was  littered
with various debris's ranging from what looked like the remnants of a  diaper
to beer cans.  UGG! It was just too GROSS! God, who could live in  this type
of area and not go crazy. When his eyes met mine I was  speechless.  He was a
black guy.  His skin was smooth and the color of  deep honey.  He stood up and
was about three inches taller than me.   His eyes are really what grabbed me.
 They were a dark copper color, like a  light tea brown.  I had never seen
anyone with those color eyes. Hell, I  had never seem ANYONE with his color
eyes.  They were on the verge of being  black, but not quite so dark.  His hair
was kind of long and curly, but he  had it done in tight braids that went
straight back in a zig zag pattern,  stopping at the nape of his neck.   I wanted to
touch his hair.   Partially out of curiosity to see what it felt like, but
also so I could get  closer to him. His eyes chinked up into the shape of little
almonds.  His  lips were full and pink with bright white, perfect teeth
hidden behind  them.  His once bright baggy white T- shirt was now stained with
mud, but  the part that was untouched  made his dark honey skin glow even  more.
I felt bad because his clothes were all, but soaked through with mud  and
rain water from the fall.  He was dressed like a typical thug that  normally I
would have walked the other way from, but with him I just wanted to  be near
him.  Okay that was a half lie.  I was kind of scared that he  would try to fight
me for making him fall.  The look on his face only  reassured me that this
guy, as hot as he may have been, was about to beat my  ass.  He looked pissed
and when I apologized he just sort of nodded his  head and said it was okay.  He
avoided eye contact, but that didn't stop me  from staring.  He began to walk
down the street and I watched how his legs  moved in the way that only tough
guys did.  Kind of in a cocky  swagger.  His body held a lie, but his hips
held the truth.  His  shorts hung loose and I could see the tips of his red
boxes.  I watched him  walk down the street and out of my life.  Oh well, it wouldn'
t be the first  time that I saw a hot guy and never did anything about it.
It was for the  best anyway. At least he didn't try to kick my ass.  I'm not
much of a  fighter.


As I walked through the work site to the trailer that doubled as Mr.  Saldono'
s office I saw the work crew.  Most were Black or Spanish, but I  saw a few
younger white guys most likely still in college.  I was glad I  wouldn't  be
the only white kid there.  Mr. Saldono was a fat old  Italian man with a thick
accent.  He was a nice man and my mother was his  accountant.  I was still in a
pissed of mood, but I hid that from  him.  I didn't want my boss to think I
was a complete prick on my first  day.  He would surely give me shit if he
thought that.  So come to  find out, I would be helping to build a house for a
needy family.  They had  loss their home to a fire and the city was building them
a new house for  free.  That was cool and I was more than glad to help, but
what sucked for  me was when Mr. Saldono told me that he thought I was a fine
young man to spend  my summer working for free.   I wanted to scream out , `
WHAT THE  FUCK!' My Mom mentioned nothing about working for free, but I knew
better and I  kept quiet with a fake smile plastered to my face.  Not only did I
have to  get up early every morning for the next two months, but I had to do it
for  free.  Mom was gonna hear it from me when I got home later.  For the
first day he just had me file some paper in his office.  He told me that we
wouldn't be working too much at the site that day because of all the rain fall
and as it turned out, I wouldn't have to work at the site at all because I was
too young to be down there.  At least I didn't have to do manual  labor.   I
was in the back room of the work trailer when I heard  a deep voice
apologizing to Mr. Saldono for being late.


"I'm sorry Mr. Saldono I had to run back home and change, my clothes were
covered in mud." The deep voice said.


"That's okay Victor, today we no work outside.  You go help Kyle  in  back."
 Mr. Saldono said in his heavy Italian accent.  I  wanted to have a quiet day
to myself to wallow in my bad  mood,  but  now I would have to work with
somebody who, no doubt, would probably try to  engage me in a conversation.  `
Yeah, this day was going wonderful!', I  thought to myself.


"Who's Kyle?" The deep voice asked.


"He volunteer, like you.  He go to high school, same year as  you.  You both
work in office."  Mr.Saldono responded.  I had my  back to the door when the
mystery voice spoke to me.


"Hey, I'm Victor, what's your name?" He asked me.  His voice sounded  rough
and I could just tell that he was black.  I don't mean to sound  racist or
anything, but he sounded like a rapper or something with the tough  tone in his
voice.  I'm not going to lie I was a little intimidated, but I  wasn't about
to let him know.


"Hey, I'm Kyle."   I said.  I turned around to shake his  hand and I stopped
in my tracks.  My pale blue eyes met the tea colored  eyes of the same guy
that I knocked in the mud.  This was going to be a  long summer....

			   To Be Continued....

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