You can imagine the anticipation, the anxiety of the day we planned to meet. He lived near to Utech so we agreed that I would go to his house at 1:00 p.m. He gave me the address and the directions to the house a couple days in advance. The telephone conversations we had b4 D-day were strained, always ending with “I can’t wait to meet you”. I couldn’t believe I had met someone who seemed to be so nice. I mean, he sounded like a decent guy, went to a good school, helped his mother with her restaurant business and was kinda cool. I admit he was a bit cocky … what he called “confident” but I could live with that cause I was all that and a bag of chips myself.
The meeting morning arrived. I chose my outfit carefully, ensuring that it was one of the most flattering – the jeans that showed up my very scrumptious ass, the blouse that accentuated my DD boobs just perfectly, my hair was in one as usual. As we planned to meet at 1:00 p.m. and the fact that Murphy’s Law was real, I walked with my beauty bag complete with comb, toothbrush, dental floss etc. and ensured that I didn’t eat anything that would have the potential to spill on my clothes. Yes, I’m very conscious that way especially when I have somewhere to go. Lucky for me, nothing eventful happened that would cause me to reschedule this fateful meeting – no pimple on my nose or face, no embarassing cut on my body, nothing that I would have to explain or be conscious about.
The day went by slowly. I couldn’t concentrate on any of my classes, and eventually skipped all the a.m. ones to play kalookie to relax my mind. As the day sauntered on, 12:30 p.m. His house was about a 15 minute drive from school so to factor in traffic and the like, I decided to leave at that time. So, I got prepped (washed face, brushed teeth, perked up the boobs) and went on my way.
I got to his house at about 12:55 p.m. I called him from the pay phone (no cell phone those days) at school when I was leaving so he knew to expect me at any time. So, I parked in front of the house where the car was visible and waited. A guy comes outside. I wind down the glass. The below convo:
Him: Hi. What’s up?
Me: Nothing much. How are you?
Him: I’m cool.
Me: Ok ... smiling and sizing him up. Going thru my mind: him nuh too bad looking, but him voice sound different than on the phone. I wonder if …
Him: I-guy will be out shortly ok.
The oldest trick in the book, sending his friend outside first I guess to scope me out to see if I was worth coming out of the house for … and I passed.
I-guy finally comes outside. He’s taller than I liked or expected, cute enough. He came to the window and said hello. Then he asked me if I was gonna stay in the car or if I wanted to come inside.
Dum, da-dum, da-dum, dum
This was the moment of truth. This is the point where I evaluate the possiblity of being abducted, kidnapped, raped, sodomized, held for ransom, then killed. I got out of the car and went inside … Yeah, I’m brave like that. Fearless they call me 🙂
We talked, he gave me orange juice to drink, showed me his room, his computer where we met, his dogs, pictures of his family and blah blah blah. Our relationship which lasted about 1 year. It was good while it lasted. I would have to post about the break-up and the re-union then final break-up another time.
Hope the ending was worth the wait.