2007: I am a deeply superficial person
Catch up: Part One, Part Two, Part Three
Jersey and I were spending every night on the phone. She had dreams of having a traditional life with a woman. Kids, a house, a dog. She told me I was the mother of her kids. She encouraged me to send her pictures daily. She claimed that my body was made for her. She said we were meant to be. She looked into getting a job transfer. She would move to be with me because the standard of living was lower here than in NJ.
HBB and I were sending a lot of texts and IMing. Our conversations were superficial. Lots of flirting and sexual innuendo, but I didn’t really know anymore about her than I did at our initial date.
One Friday, Jersey and I started talking around 4 pm. We talked until 6:30am Saturday. It wasn’t a bad thing except I had brunch plans with HBB at 11am.
My phone rang at 8am. It was HBB telling me that she had to take her friend, BR, to the emergency room. She had cut her eye. She was going to keep me informed to see if we could get together later in the day. I rolled over and went back to sleep. My body was relieved.
HBB and I never got together that weekend. It was Monday before I touched base with her. She invited me to dinner at her place. I didn’t really want to go, because I was completely wrapped up in Jersey. I wasn’t ready to be wrapped up, so I forced myself to go, but I couldn’t force myself to have a good time.
HBB didn’t cook, she actually didn’t own dishes or pots and pans, but she fed me as she promised. We conversed before we started kissing. I laid on top of her, her hands slipped in the back of my jeans to grip my butt…Just as it started to get deep, I put my hand in her hair. I jerked my hand back quick. What was that lump? A track. Wait. Didn’t she tell me this long drawn out story about a haircut? This was the conversation I was having with myself. That’s what that burnt smell was. Her weave! I smiled at her as I attempted to plot my exit. I checked the time and told her I needed to go check on my dog.
She gave me what was supposed to be a mind blowing kiss at her front door. I got in my car, and called Jersey to keep me company on my ride home.
The next day, I booked a flight to Jersey. I needed to add some reality to what I was feeling and reality for me meant I needed to be able to put my hands on her, to share breathe the same air as her. Jersey was completely happy. I was going to fly in on Saturday and stay until Monday. She immediately started making a list of things she had to do to prepare.
HBB called and said she’d gotten us tickets to see Amel Larrieux that weekend. She wasn’t happy to hear that I would be out of town. I didn’t really care. She just asked that I make sure I didn’t come back sick.
Jersey decided to mail me a package. A cd and some other things she wouldn’t tell me about. She paid for overnight shipping, but I didn’t get it before I had to go to the airport.
In my preparations for this trip, I had made sure everything that should be hairless was with the help of nair. Somehow, the nair got misplaced and I ended up burning the area directly over my lip. How is a lesbian going to have something crazy looking over her lip? I was panicking. I explained before I landed, but I knew that Jersey was slightly superficial. Well not slightly. Grossly superficial. She had a type. I wasn’t it, but she found me attractive. In my mind, I needed to look perfect. I didn’t achieve that.
She picked me up from the airport with her friend. This friend ended up staying with us the entire weekend. The trip came and went. We had a couple of sexual experiences, but nothing worth using a bunch of words to describe.
I was able to pick up my package on Tuesday before I went to work. The packaging was purple bubble wrap and tissue paper. My favorite color. A cd and double stuffed oreos. I loooove double stuffed oreos. I called her to tell her thanks and she told me it wasn’t going to work.
what? it wasn’t going to work? after all that? i can’t believe ya’ll spent damn near 10hrs on the phone! wowee. what the heck was up w/ this Jersey chick? and oh no, not the weave! see thats why i dont do weave, i dont want my gf running her hand through my hair and she has a bumpy ride…no thanks.
geez…this is good stuff!
I know! After all of that it didn’t work out! I wanted a refund of my money. I kinda knew that when I didn’t show up physically perfect that things weren’t going to go smoothly…
but you’re human and shit happens. that chick was crazy…
As you can see, I tend to like crazy…
lol…yeah there is a trend there.
did she ever give you a reason why it was not going to work?
She basically said that since she had seen me, she should be more excited about “us” but she wasn’t. I told her that you can’t live off of long phone conversations and no sleep forever. At some point, things balance off. She didn’t see it that way. She expected to fly high all of the time…Not sure if what she was saying was true, but that’s what she said
you should have told her that you were not all that excited about her either…but maybe i am being petty. its good you left Jersey in Jersey!
Tha hell?!?!? It’s not going to work?! I agree with Tami, chick was crazy. By the time you spend 10 hours on the phone with someone, you’re feeling them beyond the superficial!! And didn’t she see pictures of you before? How else would she know that your “body was made for her”?!?!? I feel my hope in the whole finding love on the internet thing disintergrating…oh, whoa is me…lol!
She warned me that she was superficial. I didn’t listen though…
IF SHE WANTED TO “FLY HIGH,” WHY IN THE FUCK DID SHE BRING A FRIEND ALONG??? WTF? I’d forgotten that part!
The big question is, why oh why do we love crazy so bad???
at least she knew her shit stunk…
but really the mermaid is right…why did she have to bring a friend along? that is so childish. she needed a support system?
I never understood the friend thing either. I don’t know if she was nervous and wanted a buffer or if she knew from the moment she picked me up from the airport that she didn’t want to be alone with me, but then that doesn’t explain the attempt at sexual intimacy…
yeah i guess so. she wasn’t worth your time anyway…
I agree
Wow. I wasn’t expecting it to end like that. but I guess it was an experience
BTW, I’m with Tami all that talking on the phone…I guess talk is cheap huh?
Sheesh, that’s crappy. What a waste of a tank of gas, as they say. At least you had an experience. I swear I don’t trust online “connections” anymore. Cynical, maybe, but yeah. Hopefully something better and less judgmental comes along.
@Glennisha- Talk without action is definitely cheap
@CIAL- I think a lot of my interactions have taken place partly on line. I don’t see this as an issue though. I’ve had just as many fail from chance meetings as online…
awww man. I had to laugh. Not at you but all the crazy dating and hook up episodes.
Keep reading, lol…