I was half joking about finding someone to do it with. But I was half serious too.
Ironically I took a quick trip to the bathroom in the middle of a writing session and ~sigh~ my monthly visitor is here.
~shakes head~
I told you God protects us from ourselves sometimes.
But I was excited about going out and seeing a familiar face. My friend Mike is in town. We met at Florida. He was a bit older than I am but he was always so sweet to me. He’s married with a daughter now and living in Tampa. He and his friends meet once a year to have a fantasy football conference. What is that, you ask? I don’t really know. I think they play football on the internet or something. So they meet in a different city every year to hang out and then have their football draft.
Men can be so creative sometimes!
I arrived at Maxwell’s at 10pm. It’s this club/restaurant/karaoke bar on Beltline. I had been there once before but I didn’t stay long because I had a drink and I started to get sleepy. Plus, when you go to things by yourself, it’s not as fun.
When I got there I texted Mike to let him know that I had arrived. He texted me back saying they were about 50 minutes away. “What?! Ya’ll better be looking good!” I texted back. He had called me two hours before saying that they were already getting dressed. It only took me 45 minutes to get dressed so I don’t know what was going on with them.
As soon as I walked in I choose a table in the far corner and sat down by myself. They started the karaoke set and men and women went up to perform old time favorites like, “The Humpty Dance” and “Purple Rain”. In between each song, they played snippets from comedy shows over the large television screens and plenty of good music.
It was soo nice! I know I was there by myself but I was really enjoying myself.
I met a man. Well, he introduced himself to me. I hadn’t even been there for five minutes when I see this man walk over in my direction. He stopped right in front of me and leaned down and whispered, “I saw you walk in and I have to say, You are one beautiful woman.”
“Thank you,” I said and put on my girly girl act like I ws blushing. Whatever!
“Would you happen to be single?” he asked me. “My name is Blah.”
“Yes, but I don’t really date.”
“Why not?”
I shrugged, “I’m still trying to figure some things out.”
“Well, if I give you my card, maybe you can think about it and decide if you want to call.”
“That sounds nice,” I told him.
He handed his card to me and I put it in my purse without looking at it.
I don’t know. Regardless of all of my fantasy obsessions with men, I am not attracted to men easily. I have to be impressed by a man before I can be attracted to him. Most times I can tell upfront that I don’t like a man no matter how nicely he presents himself. It’s not really about looks either. Remember I like nerdy guys. The muscles and the chiseled features don’t do a damn thing for me. I like entrepreneurs. I like status. I like success. I don’t want anyone’s employee, I want THE BOSS! If he’s not any of those things then I am uninterested. ~shrugs~
If only men introduced themselves with a copy of their resume stapled to their lapel. That way I could get more excited about meeting them.
I had no problem waiting on Mike and his friends because I was enjoying the music too much. By the time my phone chimed and I saw a text from him asking, “Where are you?” I was nice and happy.
“I’m over in the eating area,” I typed back. “Against the wall.”
I stook up and looked around, expecting him to appear. I haven’t seen him in maybe 6 years but we keep in touch over the IM almost every day. He shows me pictures of his daughter and his wife who just finished her master degree. He and his friends plan cruises and travel together with their wives. He has a great house and he even plants flowers and bushes because he loves gardening. He’s the quintessential family man. No debt. No worries. He just does what he loves to do. He’s a good person. Everyone who knows him loves him.
I actually met him my freshman year of college at some event or another. One night I ran into him hanging outside of my dorm and I asked him, “I don’t have anything to do tonight. Do you know what’s going on?”
He opened his cell phone and made a phone call. When he closed it he said, “Some girls I know are going to the movies tonight. They will be here in 10 minutes to pick you up.”
He’s so nice!
I saw a figure approaching me. The man smiled and I knew it was him. He gave me a big brotherly hug and we headed to the bar to get drinks.
Man…it feels so good to see someone that I know loves me!
We walked over and he introduced me to all 8 of his crew. It turns out that they all did their undergrad at Florida so I was excited to see so many successful Black Gators. I remembered a few of them but most of them were a lot older than I am, but very attractive I might add.
We drank and danced and danced. In Texas they do a lot of line dancing so I was able to learn a few more steps to add to my poor repertoire. In Dallas I’m actually a good dancer, well according to the men. They don’t understand that my style of dancing was what I was raised on. In 1st grade we had Doo Doo brown contests in the parking lot and that’s just Miami style to know how to shake your ass. In Miami I am a horrible dancer. My friends all tell me to sit down. But here I am a star! LOL!
I didn’t get home until 1:30am and Mike called me to make sure I made it home safely. He and his friends plan to play golf this morning, teeing off at about 7:30am and then they are going bowling before they start their fantasy draft.
Hopefully, I’ll see him again before he leaves but if not, at least I got a hug to tide me over until I get to see another friendly face. It’s good to have friends.