“This final song will have to ours…cuz there’s no one listening after the curtain call…”-from “Curtain Call” by Aya June 29, 2007
**Now playing in my atmosphere…”Glorious”-Sa-Ra Creative Partners**
Part 1…To Be Continued…
I used to hate when T.V. shows would do that…it would be the scene where you’d find out all the good stuff and then TO BE CONTINUED would flash on the screen, and I’d be pissed off for the entire summer as I waited impatiently for the the next season to begin.
For those of you that I left feeling like that after reading the previous entry…I apologize…lol. WHAT…A SISTA WAS VERY SLEEPY!
Hmmm…where should I pick up…oh yeah where I left off.
Soooo….
He released me from his embrace and I backed up to get a closer look. Yeah…brotha mos def got it going on. He was too precise and I felt that shyness creeping up out of me. After one more head to toe appraisal, I exhaled him and mumbled, Look at you in your grown man suit!
He grinned and replied, “Look at you with your eyeshadow and make-up on. You look great.” I silently applauded my extensive M.A.C. collection and make-up application skills. I blushed…still sligthly in awe of the moment. I wanted to reach out and touch him again, just to validate that he was real. However, a sista also didn’t want to come off soft…so I kept my hands to myself as he guided me toward the elevator to the underground Crystal City Mall (I guess that thang is called…pardon me for being too engrossed in other things to catch the name).
We made comfortable small talk as we searched for an eatery up to his standards. Can I just tell yall…ladies..ladies…it felt so nice to have a man open every door for me to walk through first….yo even something as small as making sure he walked down the same side of the staircase if it was split…man. Chivalry…chivalry is something I could really get used to.
He had a call to make to one of his partners during our search and I gave him his space to be his…corporate self. I toyed with my phone…sneaking in a text to the fam…”I’m having lunch with Number One” and responded to their “HOW DID THAT HAPPEN” and “WHHHATTTT” replies. LOL…gotta love your friends man… It occured to me that I hadn’t called my mother and let her know that I made it safely.
“So what are you doing until your flight.”
Well…uhhh…Number One is taking me to lunch…
Now my mother is a comedian…seriously…that Jamaican lady needs her own show….she did this dramatic inhale and replied, “Ooookay….welll call your mother when you’re done with ……………………………..lunch.” Truth be told…she claimed him as her son-in-law years ago…I guess we just need to catch up right.
I patiently waited for him to finish his call…once again taking him in. This chatising voice in my voice started nagging me…You’re supposed to be working on being just his friend SueZette…why the hell are you looking at him like that??? Truth be told…I wanted to crawl into his skin and just merge with his ass for the rest of my life. I love this man. Like forreal. I don’t care what anybody says…I love him.
He interrupted my internal battle with another smile. I smiled back and let him lead me to this beautiful little Thai place. I asked the hostess to seat us near the window…claiming I wanted to stare out at the city while we ate, knowing that I needed something else to focus on besides him.
We sat there for two hours….talking and laughing….I was tryna play it cool….just think about him as is he was any of your other homeboys…come on girl you can do this. That tactic lasted for about …ehhh…10 minutes…and then I started feeling the woman in me that loved the man in him coming back out…you love him girl….stop playing yourself.
The sad thing is…so much went unsaid over that table. As we shared summer rolls and miscellaneous tidbits about our lives, we never really addressed the issue at hand…the possibility of “us.” I found myself staring more and more out the window..trying to balance my thoughts with his words and playing it cool all at the same time, but my thoughts were tuning everything else out. Why can’t I stop loving you…is it that you’re my life’s torture…the one thing I’ll never have.
**Sigh**
After lunch he bought me a metro card and accompanied me back to DCA so I’d be on time for my flight back to Atlanta. He slowly gave me another hug and a kiss on the forehead and asked, “So when are you coming back for another visit?” I smiled and replied, I don’t know….but it will hopefully be sooner rather than later….
