Its cliche but there you were (again) it had been years since that last time I had seen you. This time it was different. In a blur you extended yourself across the table and welcomed my hand to yours. My hand met yours - soft and strong. That's what I liked in a man. What I knew about you was nothing, I couldn't even remember your name other than being, "that guy with what's his face." As the evening went on the music drained our conversation. Although short lived our encounter was brief and memorable.
I would be captivated by you from that moment on.
Dating at this point was a very very foreign concept, it was like watching Bambi take his first steps or even witnessing a poorly choreographed train-wreck. What I figured was that there could be nothing wrong with being myself.
One trait that I praised myself on...maintaining my corky-awkwardness. At times it served more as a defense mechanism when things got really uncomfortable and I had nothing to say. In times when I would feel out of place I would just swing my mood and be a little obnoxious, or maybe I just did that for your attention. In any case, I was just really comfortable doing ME. I was predictable in public, but in private it was an entirely different me.
As the days went by my curiosity would at times get the best of me. Within days I would chuckle and wondered when our paths would cross once again.
One thing that is sacrificed while in a relationship are friends. It doesn't matter if its a new dating relationship or a five year relationship: friends, time and solo routines are given up in the good of nurturing that connection you have with someone. There isn't a way to measure if a "relationship" is worth its value. To me its about making a commitment on any level and giving yourself at 100% perfection, flaws and all.
I had lost touch with a lot of my old friends and roll-dawgs. To get back into the scene I had relied on social networks. As I logged in a chime welcomed me to a message in my virtual mailbox:
SUCH A NERD! haha. hope alls well. didn't slide you my number b4
I left 619-555-5222. Only use for emergencys and booty calls, cool? lol out.
From an unknown alias. I was never to much on aliases, but 90% of the people I know have one, well I have one too. The interesting thing is that I would never refer to people by their alias, why would I want to refer to someone by their alter personality and not the real you.
I sat in bed as my laptop warmed my thighs starring at the message,"...booty call?" I thought to myself, should I be offended or should I consider the exiting, "lol" as a sign to make light of his attempt to make contact? Needless to say it was cute, but a booty call - not so cute. To this day I read that message and I find myself slightly offended.
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