Recently, I was on the phone complaining to my old lover after another disastrous date.
Okay, wait, maybe I’m being a little dramatic.
He’s not my old lover AT ALL and the date wasn’t that bad. Old Lover is an "old friend" and the date? Turns out Mr.Perfect has three kids and he hadn't seen them in three years even though they live one borough away. Can you say DEADBEAT? SMDH.
So old lover asks if this is the same guy who I met at my friends b-day party(Second Date Syndrome dude). It’s not. SDS fell by the wayside too. Good dude, but he was only appealing to me with a few drinks in my system and since I'm trying to cut down on the alcohol, it just wouldn't have worked.
I get asked about other people I’ve mentioned to the old lover in passing since we became "just" friends late last year. The lovely specimen who had worse grammar than my 6 yr old cousin, the white boy, the industry guy who... Hold up. Actually, there’s nothing wrong with him… except the fact that he’s in the industry.
Old lover listens intently, pointing out more flaws that I seem to have forgotten about these dudes. Then he goes into how he still has my ring and my watch and I need to come through to his new spot to get them.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m outside his new apartment. The first thing he says when I walk in: "My baby's home."
I roll my eyes at him and take off my blazer and hold it in my arm, still holding my bag around my shoulder. I'm not staying long.
"You know I don’t like when you be going out with these other lames." He had this smirk on his face when he said it, so I couldn’t tell if he was serious or joking.
He’s acting real wierd. I roll my eyes again.
I watch him as he sits down the couch and starts flipping through channels.
"Can I get my jewelry?"
He just looks at me. "Sit down for a sec. You want some iced tea or something? "
"Err-So you think I'm staying?"
"You shouldn’t have left in the first place."
I sit down on the couch and snatch the remote from him, and start flicking through the channels.
"Babes, why aren’t we together?" He asks like it's a question I should have been expecting.
I stop flipping channels for a second, but still don't look him in the face. "What?"
"You heard what I said. I know I didn't stutter."
"Umm..'Cause your the homie." HBO, MTV, Oxygen...
He snickers. "Stop lying to yourself."
Um? "So what the hell do you think we are then?"
"When you need something, who do you call?"
Yay! Family Guy re-runs on TBS. "Not always, it depends on what I need."
"Stop being like that."
"I don't know what you are talking about."
Then he takes the remote and turns off the TV. Oh lawd! I give in and finally look at him, giving him the undivided attention he clearly wants.
"When you need something, you call me. When someone else f*cks up, you call me to fix it."
I quickly grab a magazine from the side table. Oooh Michael Jordan on SLAM! "What do you want me to say?"
"No, just listen to me." He snatches the magazine out of my hand and puts it back on the table. And once again I give him my full attention.
"You need someone to talk to? You always call me. You feel lonely? I’m here. You got a problem? I always get it fixed, you hear me?"
I nod in agreement. "I hear you but,where are you going with this?"
"If I’m the one you always run to, why did you even break up with me? Now I live 20 minutes away from you, you can't make that "inconvenience" BS excuse either."
I thought, What the hell?! but I didn’t mean to blurt it out.
"Think about it. It makes so much sense." Damn, now this mofo is staring at the table like it's going to talk back to him. "We chill, we talk, we make eachother smile, we never argue. I have really intense feelings for you. And you can front, but I know you're feeling me too."
"You think I'm feeling you huh?" I ask jokingly, trying to pretend like it wasn't a serious conversation.
"Would you be here if you didn’t?" He is not playing.
POW! IN MY FU%*IN FACE!
"So what do you think?" He takes my hand and I look at our fingers intertwined, then look up at him. For the first time in a long time, I think about us. He makes valid points. He’s dependable, convenient, sweet, sexy. I’m definitely attracted to him. We don’t really argue like we used to and he is pretty damn sexy. (My bad, Did I already tell you that?)
"Yea, I don't know. You just come at me out of the blue with that sh%t."
"Out of the blue?" He nods, presses his lips together and does the LL. "So I just want you to think about it? I’m so serious."
He reaches for the remote, leans back and puts on a movie. The opening scene to 'A Bronx Tale' comes on.
"A Bronx Tale, Word?" I looked up at him and smiled.
"Don't you love this movie?"
"I never told you that."
He laughs. "You told me your dvd was scratched and to look for it that time I was at best buy, so I just figured it was."
He signals for me to lean on his shoulder. I get us some iced tea, cut the light and then I snuggle into him. Why the hell haven't I thought of dating him before? It makes a lot of sense. But real talk, it never even crossed my mind since we agreed to be nothing more than just friends from the get go.
Could I date him though? How is it any different than what we already have?
I couldn't stop smiling for some reason, I turned to him and, look up at his face.
He looks down at me, kisses my forehead. "Keep thinking about it. No rush."