Man Meat!
I have reached a new level of lusting after the opposite sex. After my bout with my buddy-boy-friend I got really fed-up with our "arrangement" and went in search something "better".
In a moment that can only be described as pure stupidity I allowed myself to be taken out on a "date" with the son of my boss. Okay, I know there is a definite downside to "seeing" the relatives of my employer but at the time, I was curious and my curiousity won out.
Supposedly, he was an accomplished black man with a great political career and earning potential up the wahzoo. But outside of his degrees, clothes and car there was nothing worth mentioning.
I went out on a date and of course being a man with money he took me to the most expensive restaurant in town that would permit me to wear jeans. I was not really impressed but intrigued that he thought enough of me to try to make an impression. Again, I have been struggling with this nagging feeling about the "shelf-life" of this piece of "fruit" ever since my "outing" with Dane a few months ago.
This brother thought he was the shit for real. I mean, as soon as I got in the car he demanded a kiss...and there begins our physical relationship. So by the time the date is over, I was a little impressed with the car, feeling the apartment but noted a few areas of improvement that I could make in the near future if all went well, I love the entertainment and feel a little daunted about the what is about to happen next. I mean the brother must have dropped $100 on dinner and I am feeling a little obligated to make it worth his while. Don't act like you haven't been here and felt this kind of anxiety.
We fooled around and call it a night and I left feeling a lot less impressed, a little more shafted and really comfortable with the idea of NEVER talking to him AGAIN! The evening was not worth the effort, and there was nothing interesting enough about him to go back. But being a gutton for punishment I return a few weeks later, endure the maddening silences and the boredom of having nothing in common and promise to call.
A month later we hook up again and as I negotiating with the nastiness that has multiplied and migrated to various parts of his bathroom I pondered the reality of my dating crisis. Take away the big screen TV and the car and he was no different from the brothers that I avoided everyday. There was nothing that set him ahead of the pack short of the convinence of knowing and working with his mother and is that really a good reference considering. I would hate to think that I was just another Secretary that he was boinking on the side.
So I have decided to call it off. I has been a little over a week since I called or saw him and I don't think I should have to explain my disappearing act. He can call it whatever he wants I am DONE! I have no interest in him - none...if I had to wake up next to him from here until the day I died I would divorce him tomorrow. Honestly.
The only dilema I am facing right now is whether I should call him to deliver the news or if I should just not bother with contacting him ever? Right now option two sounds really good. How do you break off something that was just beginning, but I really do think, in my defense, I did not encourage anything.
So in search of something new and a little more me I went to the club to dance my troubles away and there I met a new guy. MAN MEAT! Like going to the grocery store, approaching the butcher and guiding him through the selection of FINE ASS MEN. I mean the pickings in the club that night were slim and there was nothing too interesting on the shelves that drew more than a glance from me but I had to admit when I found myself without a dance partner and he slid up on me I was more than happy to oblige him.
When we broke apart for a water break I needed to know his name, if he was single, if he had all his teeth and was avaible for breakfast after we left the club. It was great. We talked, something I never do when I go out dancing. What is the point of wasting precious time talking to someone you are not going to see after that night. I am not interested in exchanging phone numbers with someone that I have only seen in the darkness of a club...what if you turn into the hunchback in the light of day..forget personality I don't want to be send stroking your lump in public!!!
We talked. A whole conversation. And I was really hooked. I loved every minute of it and I had to get to know him better. I needed his number and know his last name. Don't act like you don't play the name game in your head when you meet someone that shows under your marriage-radar. We talked and went to breakfast, talked some more and I was not turned off. When do you come across a person so compatiable? I hope he does not turn out to be in serial killer. This is the shit your hear about on Cold Case Files! I can see it now - my mangled body is found stiff somewhere in the desert and ten years later we find out it was the guy I flirted with at the club. It would be just my luck.
I called him last night something I don't ever feel like doing with Mr. Fast-Car. We talked some more and I did not get bored once. I just felt like I should be heading to Brooklyn to eat breakfast and laugh about all things Trinidadian.
By the end of the conversation we had covered almost everything. Wow, seriously nice.
I am impressed.
My only question is, where are all the men like him in Newark?
posted by Onika @ 9:16 PM
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