President Obama Ex-Girlfriend Kept A Diary…Uh-Oh!
Before President Obama fell in love with First Lady Michelle Obama he dated a few “other” girls, Alex McNear and Genevieve Cook. Through personal letters written by McNear, and a journal kept by Cook, we get another look at President Obama in his early years. I can tell you now, the affection he has for the FLOTUS is genuine, because the other girls were desperately searching for a deeper connection with the President, who often seemed kind, but distance and cold.
Friday, March 9, 1984
But I feel that you carefully filter everything in your mind and heart—legitimate, admirable, really—a strength, a necessity in terms of some kind of integrity. But there’s something also there of smoothed veneer, of guardedness … but I’m still left with this feeling of … a bit of a wall—the veil. Barack—still intrigues me, but so much going on beneath the surface, out of reach. Guarded, controlled.
But there was also a good side to the relationship… Writer David Maraniss in an article on Vanity Fair, tracks down President Obama’s ex- girlfriends for a new biography, Barack Obama: The Story. David Maraniss also promises to provide pictures of President Obama with ex-girlfriend Genevieve Cook when the book is released in June. Until then here are few excerpts:
From the diary of Genevieve Cook (Girlfriend #2):
What a startling person Barack is—so strange to voice intimations of my own perceptions—have them heard, responded to so on the sleeve. A sadness, in a way, that we are both so questioning that original bliss is dissipated—but feels really good not to be faltering behind some façade—to not feel that doubt must be silenced and transmuted into distance.
Thursday, January 26
How is he so old already, at the age of 22? I have to recognize (despite play of wry and mocking smile on lips) that I find his thereness very threatening…. Distance, distance, distance, and wariness.
Sunday, February 19
Despite Barack’s having talked of drawing a circle around the tender in him—protecting the ability to feel innocence and springborn—I think he also fights against showing it to others, to me. I really like him more and more—he may worry about posturing and void inside but he is a brimming and integrated character.
Today, for the first time, Barack sat on the edge of the bed—dressed—blue jeans and luscious ladies on his chest [a comfy T-shirt depicting buxom women], the end of the front section of the Sunday Times in his hand, looking out the window, and the quality of light reflected from his eyes, windows of the soul, heart, and mind, was so clear, so unmasked, his eyes narrower than he usually holds them looking out the window, usually too aware of me.
Saturday, February 25
The sexual warmth is definitely there—but the rest of it has sharp edges and I’m finding it all unsettling and finding myself wanting to withdraw from it all. I have to admit that I am feeling anger at him for some reason, multi-stranded reasons. His warmth can be deceptive. Tho he speaks sweet words and can be open and trusting, there is also that coolness—and I begin to have an inkling of some things about him that could get to me.