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Category: love stories


I thought it was against the rules.

You know, the one where you’re supposed to wait a few days, maybe even a week before the second date. 

So when Striker suggested we meet up the next morning for coffee and co-working I thought…


As in, tomorrow tomorrow?

Truth is, I wanted more.

So– I broke them.

Show me whatchu got, Striker! Can you keep Krystal engaged two dates in a row?

Nonchalantly ripping another page out of the rule breaker playbook, I threw on my favorite hightop sneakers and the jeans jacket my mom hates so much.

My brother’s going to kill me when he finds out I wore sneakers.

Of course, Striker would show up in his dapper duds.

Dude, it’s the day before Thanksgiving!

He sat down beside me– the most awkwardly, annoying thing ever– and we both opened our laptops pretending to send important emails, wondering what the next person was going to say.

“Are you good?”

Leave it to me to break the silence.

He smiled. It was time for lunch.

As if to anticipate my discomfort, Striker quickly switched seats, sitting across from me.

We devoured our so-so sandwiches, amazing fries and washed it down with a healthy does of serious date #2 conversation.

* What top three qualities do you want in a man?
* Do you want to be married? How many children?
* Currently dating, married, divorced?
* What are your love languages?
* Toothpaste cap on or off?

Okay, maybe not that last one, but you get the drift.

I was pleasantly surprised by Striker’s “cut to the chase” attitude.

Gotta love a man who knows what he wants.

“Want to go for a walk?”

Not to mention, a man with a plan.


He took care of the bill and– somewhat prematurely–he took my hand.

I went along with it because this was a gesture that said, “I’m listening.”

Physical touch, I told him earlier, was second only to acts of service when it comes to my love language.

We walked over the bridge onto a baseball field and there it was.

“A park? You mean a real park?”

He smiled. And so did I.

“Swings first, right?”

I ran.

“Swings it is.”


Although he sat directly across from me, his hazel eyes curiously taking account, I paid him no mind.

“I knew I wanted you from the moment I saw you,” he would later say.

My hazel eyes were set on other sights.

Unfortunately, the 6’4, dark chocolate chunk of a man to my right, had a lilt that led me to believe he might play for the other team.(A common occurance when dating in D.C.)

The dinner party was a straight man’s paradise and this straight love jumper’s loss.

No eligible bachelors in sight. Though, I did meet a handsome hipster who walked me to the train station after dinner.

More about him later.

After exchanging a few words with “Striker”— and embarrassingly asking him to repeat his very Nigerian name— his slight accent put the nail in the coffin.

I was done.

You see, I’ve had my fair share of Naija men and let’s just say their jollof just doesn’t jive with my jerk.

But we’re love jumping right?

So in a casual exchange I gave him my number never expecting him to reach out.

But he did. He texted. He called. He texted again.

And even when I cancelled, rescheduled and flaked a few times–yikes!– he continued to ask me out.

Finally, our first date.

Drinks at a darling neighborhood bar that screamed: LOVE JUMP! There were hearts and pictures of the word LOVE, everywhere.(Did this guy know what he was doing or what?)

We sipped Sangria (well, I gulped while he nursed) and got lost in several hours of conversation about our heritage, hobbies and hopes.

It was perfect. He smelled like heaven and had the charm and intellect to match.

I remember thinking, this is one of the best first dates I’ve ever been on.

I’m guessing the same was true for him.

“See you in the morning?” he said as he drove me home.

“Sure. See you in the morning.”

It’s LOVE SEASON baby! And there is no day like today (cue RENT soundtrack) to say Olive Juice!! Not a modern day Shakespeare? Me neither. That’s why I took a class called “The Art of Crafting the Perfect Love Letter.”  

Take these tips and craft a swoon-worthy love letter for your boo-thang tonight! (Shout out to recovering romance blogger, Carl Pierre of WeWork D.C. for these lovely tips!)

The Art of Crafting a Perfect Love LetterKrystal Reading

1) Know the person you’re writing for. Draw on strengths, faults, passions, fears and dreams to craft a compelling note.

2) Know WHY you’re writing. What about this person makes you feel the way you do?

3) Make it DEEPLY PERSONAL. If it sounds like a hallmark card, stop and start over.

P.S. Did you miss my BreveTV interview this week?! Click here to watch it. XOXO to the brilliant ladies of  BreveTV for sharing my #LoveJump with the world!!!!!

xxoo, Krystal

The Love Jump on BreveTV

The Love Jump Live on BreveTV!


What ever happened to Captain?

Better yet, where’s Krystal?!

Where’s the Love?

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 Sonny + Annette is Part 1 of a series chronicling my summer of love with Captain in Belize. Stay tuned…

Inspirational Love Stories, The Placencia Bazaar

The Placencia Bazaar, Placencia, Belize

The chimes and bells rang as I scurried up the steps and through the door of The Placencia Bazaar.

A petite, sun-drenched blonde sat comfortably at the counter and said hello.

“Hi.” I smiled.

I scanned the local artwork on the walls, paintings, post cards and pottery.

It was a bazaar full of tchotchkes and, I would come to find out, love.

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Just when you think you’re ready for love, you’re not. That’s what I told myself after receiving another romantic musing from Chef.

Chef is the hopeless romantic I met on while in Miami on vacation a few weeks ago. We emailed, talked, texted and face timed every day since the first connection. It felt as if we hit it off from the start.

Christian? Check. Tall, dark, handsome? Check. Aspiring chef who had plans to travel the world and settle down in our mutual hometown of Miami? Check.

One night he sent me a text that made my face melt into my pillow.

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b’sheirt or bashert: (Yiddish: באַשערט)

Yiddish word that means “destiny”. 
It is often used in the context of one’s divinely foreordained spouse or soulmate, who is called “basherte” (female) or “basherter” (male). It can also be used to express the seeming fate or destiny of an auspicious or important event, friendship, or happening.

I almost didn’t sit in this seat.

The plane was packed so I shuffled on expecting to be smashed into a middle seat. You know, the one allllllllll the way in the back against the bathroom wall. The one where the seat doesn’t recline.

Yeah, that one.

Instead, after a last minute glance, I waved down a handsome, salt and pepper gentleman to see if the coveted window seat next to him was empty.

It was.


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I reached over at 4:45 this morning, turned my alarm off and Pandora on. My mornings are sacred to me and typically start with worship music but this morning it was Marley. Is This Love? was the first song that came on as I snuggled back into that comforting place between sleep and wake.

My eyes still closed, I smiled and pictured our first dance. This is my wedding song. For as long as I can remember I’ve said Is This Love? will be the first song I dance to with my husband. Not Etta. Not Luther. Just Bob.

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If you haven’t yet, you should check out the February 2014 issue of Ebony Magazine. It’s the Celebrate Black Love! issue and the covers feature Nick & Mariah, Melo & LaLa and David & Tamela. It’s always inspiring to see celebrity couples in love instead of the usual break-up stories. In honor of Black History Month, here are a few fun, vintage black love pics.