2007: A kiss tasted
I woke up to get ready for work and checked in online first thing. Even before that first morning’s pee. I noticed a message from someone I didn’t recognize. I forget what the message said, but it intrigued me enough to continue sending messages while I was getting ready for work.
By the time I reached the office, we had exchanged yahoo IM’s. By lunch, I had given her the number to my desk. We spent about 2 hours on the phone during working hours that day.
Then the bomb dropped. We hadn’t even looked to see where we were located. She was in NJ and I was in Atlanta. That made us geographically undesirable. But it also made her safe, right?
My Big Butt With A Smile and I were through. We parted as friends when we realized that we were stagnant. It wasn’t a love match, so we moved on. I wanted some attention. Someone to fill my time.
I was craving romance, even if it existed hundreds of miles away from me.
We were to have our first conversation outside of work, but I ended up with company. Well, my roomie, SS, had company coming over. We were finishing up pride weekend and she still had some people that she hadn’t gotten to hang out with. She had a friend visiting from Cali who was coming by. My roomies friend was the Baby. That night she was just some fine young thing that was blowing me off when I really wanted to be on the phone with the girl from the internet, we’ll call her Jersey.
The first real conversation Jersey and I had went unbelievably smooth. She told me about how she wanted a family. A stay at home mom with a few kids. We talked about movies, music. And more music and more music. She made beats and saw herself as this up and coming producer. That night we stayed on the phone for at least 3 hours.
The next day, she suggested I come to NJ to visit her for the weekend. She said, “Just come over.” As if she was talking about driving around the corner. The bad part was that I actually considered it. There was a part of me that was ready to throw caution to the wind and just bounce. I called my friends and asked what they thought. My impulsive friends all suggested that I just go…Then my logical side kicked in. I couldn’t do it. She understood and didn’t have any harsh feelings towards my decision not to come.
That night HBB and I were going to hang out. I had suggested drinks. I thought that was innocent enough. Since she hadn’t showed at the party, I thought it would be a good first hang out. Hang out…Because I wasn’t sure that it was a date.
HBB got there before me and was very animated about her day. She was upset that her stylist had cut her hair too short. It was over her shoulders now and it was formerly down her back. I looked at her and realized that I had never dated a woman that was as feminine as she. She wore a low cut v-neck t shirt, tight jeans and heels. She even carried a purse.
We sat at the restaurant for about 4 hours that night. At some point in the middle of the evening, I made a quick stop in the bathroom to check in on Jersey. I had gotten a few text messages from her. All saying that she wasn’t going to call me because she felt like she was already too wrapped up. Then I saw a missed call from her. I returned her call and she didn’t answer her phone. When I got back from the bathroom, HBB took my hands and held them across the table. I guess this was a date? Do I even like her?
We left the restaurant. HBB offered to drive me to my car. She was parked closer to the restaurant than me. She asked me if I wanted to see where she lived since we were close by. We drove by her building and she made a big deal of showing me the hidden driveway…in case I ever wanted to come visit.
When we made it back to my car, she got out with me to walk me and ended up backing me into my car and kissing me. I remember feeling breasts and thighs pressed against me. She whispered, “You better stop before I take you home with me…” And walked away.
never a dull moment! so what happened to Jersey?
Jersey was still around at that point, you’ll see in the next part…
ok, ok…(me waiting patiently….)
Two words..play a.
This is vicarious living I tell you.
Hold the fuck up — The Baby was the roommate’s friend? Am I clicking appropriately? Is this the roommate I know and the friend I met???
@Sip- I get my feelings hurt too much to be a player!
@Mermaid- the roomie was the rockstar, but her friend was not her bestie. you know they are both still in Atl, I never hooked up with her, she’s not that young and she’s not from Cali.
I always wondered how you met the Baby.. now I kinda know! And I second Sipoftea, Ms. Play-A!!!!
I’m not!
They never admit to it!
Alix,
This is great! Your story is a lot better than most of the lesbian romance novels I buy from Amazon….I can’t wait for the next installment.
Can’t wait to see what happened with jersey
Phew! I didn’t THINK that was possible, as I remember you talking about The Baby when we went to lunch that time, but you know I need a Cast of Characters glossary to keep up!
I knew Rockstar was still there, but didn’t know bestie was.
Can’t wait til YOU are!
She’s in denial Bella.
@Glennisha- Jersey, Jersey, Jersey!
@Mermaid- You mean a real life list of characters? Like a who’s who? Cuz I have a list of characters on my New Readers List. Not sure that would help you though…
@Bella and Sip- My friends normally say I have “whorish tendencies.” I guess being called a playa is an upgrade, lol
Don’t playa hate. Congratulate!! Glad you got it like that!!
I had it like that…