Hot and Cold with The Attorney
So things have been hot and cold between me and The Attorney.
I enjoy him because we share the same dreams of upper class living and success. I also learn about 3 new words everytime we have a conversation. LOL! He’s fun, he’s funny and most of all he accepts me as I am. And that is beautiful.
I think I prayed a prayer when I was kinda in a hopeless mood. I said, “God, I don’t want a boyfriend. I don’t even need a husband. All I would like to experience is having a guy who accepts me as I am and thinks I am great just like You made me. I want to see if a guy would like me.”
Seems simple enough. But it was what I wanted. I got those things from The Attorney and I loved it.
Last Friday he called me after work as I picked up some pizza for my boys.
“Hey. You rollin with the homies?” he laughs.
“Yeah, we’re getting pizza.”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” he asks, referring to an e-mail we had exchanged earlier.
“You know I would,” I respond seriously.
“Well I’m on my to Ft. Lauderdale for Happy Hour, but why don’t you give me a call and we’ll see what’s happening later.”
“Sure.”
I plan to go to dinner with Melissa and Von. We all meet up at Red Lobster (again) and pig out. Afterwards I’m in my car following Melissa to Von’s house to park my car so I can ride with them, when I call him.
“Hey, we’re going back down to the usual South Beach to go to this club. Why don’t you meet us there?”
“Ok, I’ll do that.”
We roll on down to SoBe and it’s early enough so we find a parking spot. I’m digging in my wallet and I cringe. Oh shoot!
I forgot my ID.
Damnnn!
I whisper to them as they touch up their lipstick. “I forgot my ID.”
WHAT!!!
“I’m so sorry ya’ll. I’m so sorry.”
The car gets quiet.
I live a LONG way from South Beach.
I can feel the tension in the stiff air and I pick up my cell phone and dial The Attorney’s number.
He answers. “Heyy… I just pulled into the parking garage on 6th.”
“I forgot my ID.” I answer quietly.
“Ahh, man. Hold up.” he says. “Ok, they’re letting me leave without paying. Tell me where you are and I’ll come get you and take you back to pick up your ID.”
“I’m on 12th, across from the Sub shop.”
“Ok, I’ll be there.”
“Guys, The Attorney is coming to get me to take me to get my ID.”
“Yeah right.” Melissa answers and rolls her eyes. “We’re going home.”
When he finally finds us, I hop out of Melissa’s car and walk toward him with a smile. He steps out of his titanium Inifiniti and walks around to open my door. He gives me a hug and I sit down.
“What do you want to do?” he asks after returning to the drivers seat.
“Well, I don’t have ID so we can’t stay down here.”
“Yes we can.”
I look at him and raise my eyebrow.
“You’re with me.” he says and puffs his black and mild.
I smile. He’s so cocky. I love it!
So we find a parking garage and we park and I am so amazed because this is my first time doing the South Beach date thing. I mean, we’re holding hands and laughing as he guides me toward The Delano, a hotel I had heard about before but never experienced.
We walk up to the hotel and I’m eyeing all the of the nice rides as we wlak toward the entrance. I can see that there are people at the door and they’re checking ID. I freeze.
The Attorney nudges me, propelling me forward. As we step up to the gentlemen, they take a step back and allow us in with no problem.
I smile up at The Attorney. He smiles back and places his hand around my waist.
My eyes get wide as I’m floating through the crowd. Most of these people are white . The men are wearing blazers or button downs and the women all clutch designer purses as they sip their exotic drinks and mingle. No one is dancing but there is music.
He’s guiding me, ever so gently, with just a bit of pressure on my waist and he’s whispering in my ear.
“Do you see all of this. This shouldn’t be a surprise to you. This shouldn’t be a shock. This is the Miami that I experience and now it’s your turn.”
We continue to walk through the hotel until we reach the back entrance where more people are mingling and enjoying the beautiful, cloudless night.
We walk down the stairs, he holds my hand to make sure I am balanced and I notice a huge pool illuminated by green lights. There aren’t any pool chairs, there are white beds lined up all around it with a pillow on each one.
The Attorney guides me over to the pool’s edge. “See, it’s never ending.” he says and laughs.
Somehow, the pool looks as though it’s overflowing, but it isn’t.
I take a step back. “I can’t swim,” I say. He laughs and pulls me away.
We are both dresed just right for this upper class crowd. He had chosen a crisp white shirt that was casual but chic and a pair black jeans. I had chosen a true black V-neck quarter sleeved sweater, grey pinstriped shorts that came to just below my knees and a pair of comfortable open toed heels. It looks like we coordinated it. I’m feeling so happy.
We walk over to the bar and I let him do his thing. He returns with my drink and we sit down on a bed and get cozy. I laugh as he tells me about his adventures in Philadelphia. He’s a great story teller. We talk about my job and how I can move forward. He pulls me closer and asks me to look around.
“This should be the norm for you, Ms. Tee. This is how you’re going to love for the rest of your life. You are going to experience a lifestyle that is way more than you’ve ever known. You talk about meeting young professionals. Well, here they are. I know most of them aren’t black, but we can’t do anything about that. These are the people that can help with your career. These are the people you should associate with.”
I’m smiling at him and giggling because I’m on my second drink. He’s telling me this story when I have a flashback- Chris Rock is in a movie saying- the first kiss always happens when you are in the middle of a sentence. As he says the word, ‘book’ I feel his aura draw me in.
Yes! We’re making out in the middle of the party. And it’s beautiful and it feels great and he’s very very good. I’m shocked. Because I usually don’t like to kiss. But The Attorney is very sensual and I feel like we’re in a movie.
We pull away and I stand and pull him up. “Let’s get outa here.”
We leave the hotel and head back to his car.
As we’re driving through South Beach he tells me he wants to show m something.
I sit and listen to his old music, you know he’s 31, as we zip down South on the expressway.
We pull onto Brickell Key, which is a tiny island on the water. “This is my office building,” he says and I look up and smile. It’s huge.
We pull into the garage and drive up and up and up.
I’m still tipsy so I get out of the car and stumble a bit and laugh. He takes my hand, “I want to show you something.”
We walk up a flight and a half of stairs and I’m watching my feet so I won’t fall. When we reach the end of the staircase, I notice that the ground feels funny. “Hey, this is grass.” I say and then look up. All I see are stars. Millions of them.
We’re on the very top of the building.
Wow. I’m speechless as I take in the sight of the Miami skyline, the glorious water and the expensive high rises that surround the building. I feel like I’m on top of the world.
He takes my hand and leads me to to the white fence that shield any onlookers from falling off the top. I hold him close as he whispers, “Most people in Miami don’t get to experience Miami like this. This is Miami in all it’s glory. It’s yours for the taking.”
He kisses my neck and holds me, trying to shield me from the wind. We make out a little under the stars and I pull him so that we can get out of the wind.
We head back to his car and I ask him to take me back to North Miami where my car is parked.
We laugh and smoke a black and mild together as we make the trip.
But when we get back to North Miami I realize that I don’t really know where my friend’s house is. So, we’re looking and looking street by street and we see lights flashing behind us.
It’s the police.
We pull over and I’m for real, two minutes later they’re gone, telling us to be careful. “Now if you had been with any other man tonight, things would have gone a lot differently.” he tells me while he puts his information back into his glove box.
I’m so turned on by the way he handled the situation and I kiss him.
“Hold up.” he says. “We’re on a main street. Let me pull off to the side before they come back.”
We turn a corner and drive down and I scream, “THERE’S MY CAR!” I spot my car and he laughs.
We make out a little bit more like two horny teenagers. “You are amazing,” he tells me and touches my face. “You are amazing. But I bet you already knew that didn’t you? You knew that coming into this, huh?”
I jsut stare back at him because I’m feeling the same way about him. I get out, smile at him and get into my car.
I don’t hear from him until Tuesday morning when he calls me asking about the message I left on his voice mail when I was drunk calling people on Monday night.
I cringe and tell him that I don’t remember what I said. He says not to worry and he’ll call me later. He doesn’t. But I understand. This is a big week for him.
He’s finally finishing up his pledge process. He’s about to become a member of Kappa Alpha Psi through a graduate chapter.
So I decide to surprise him and I order an afghan with his fraternity’s letters and I have it delivered to his office. I think he’ll like it. He calls me and tells me that he is with his line brothers and would be very busy, but he’d call me soon.
I send him an e-mail telling him that I know he’s having fun and I hope he has a great time with his new friends.
My phone rang at 7 am Thursday morning. I didn’t answer because I was fixing the boys breakfast.
I didn’t think about my missed call again until I got to work. On my way into the office I checked my caller ID. It was The Attorney.
I smiled. He’s thinking about me early in the morning, huh? Yeah, I got it like that.
I called my voice mail to check his message and am startled when a woman’s voice begins to speak.
“Hi Ms. Tee, this is Christy, The Attorney’s girlfriend. I don’t really know what’s going on with you and him, but I do know what’s going on with us. He’s still proposing to me and telling me he wants to marry me and by the way we’re still living together. Please call me at my office. I need to talk to you.”
I sigh. Damn. Too good to be true.
I call her.
She’s not there. I leave a message.
She calls me back.
We proceed to have a civil conversation. I don’t want to cause him any more drama so I tell her that we are just cool and she wants to know if we had sex. I tell her no. She wants all kinds of details about our relationship but I don’t give them up. What for? It’ll only make her feel worse and cause her to compare herself to me, and I tell her that.
“You just handle you,” I tell her. “And know that I won’t be a factor anymore. I’m not interested in drama.”
I hang up.
Honestly, I’m not too sad. I figure that at least for a moment, someone liked me. Someone thought I was special. A man though I was great. Too bad he lied to me.
Chalk it up to the game.
