But no excuses! You all need to know my latest escapade!
Let us think back to St. Patrick's Day 2011. It was a sunny Thursday here in my fair city. I had just received aforementioned fancy new smart phone in the mail. Sad thing: not being able to transfer my Blackberry contacts to my new phone. So, during my lunch break at the non-profit, I drove to the nearest Verizon store so they could transfer them for me. It was a FANCY Verizon store where I had to sign in at a kiosk. I was wearing a t-shirt from my non-profit that had our name on the back. When wearing this shirt I ususally get approached about our services offered there.
So, I was approached. And please note that throughout the following interchange, I was waiting for the "So, how can I get tested?" question to come about. It'll make things even that much funnier.
Him: Hey, how are you today?
Me: I'm fine, thanks. You?
Him: I'm good. It's really a nice day.
Me: Yep. Too bad we're indoors. (...waiting for it, waiting for it...)
Him: Do you think it's weird that I followed you in from traffic?
Me: A little bit, yeah. But I guess it's ok. (Slightly nervous laughter)
Him: I'm BBM (Beautiful Black Man). Are you from around here? (not the question I was expecting, but I went with it)
Me: Hi BBM, I'm (me). Yep. Born and raised...I take it you're not?
Him: No. I just graduated from SCAD (Savannah College of Art and Design--super swanky arts school in South Georgia) and I just moved to the city a couple of month's ago to get my master's at SCAD Atlanta.
Me: Awesome! You're going to love the city--I can't imagine being anywhere else. (Ok, he's from out of town...surely NEXT he's going to ask me about getting tested...)
Him: (here it is!) Are you dating anyone?
Me: Uh, no. Not right now. (Coquetteish glance away probably accompanied with a blush)
Him: Do you generally give out your number when asked?
Me: Not generally.
Him: Would you consider giving it to me?
Me: (Ok, ok, ok...he's NOT asking to get tested. He's asking me out. Whoa. I need to get my head together. Don't stutter! Don't act like this is your first time--even though it totally is. Be confident! Look straight into his eyes.) I'd consider it.
(pause...pause...pause...pause...)
Him: Well, may I have your number?
Me: Sure.
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Some things I need to explain: I'm not generally attracted to black guys. It's partly my upbringing (I'm fairly certain my mom would prefer for me to be a lesbian than to come home with a black man) and partly a cultural thing. I'm not a huge fan of people that act their stereotype...but enough about my own racism--let's talk about BBM. He's gorgeous. Beautiful big lips. He's TALL. He's solid muscle. He's a snappy dresser. Very hipster/modern. It fits with his art school-ness. Cute short curly hair. Big brown eyes. So, he's definitely an exception to my "generally attracted" to list. He's HOT and I'm super flattered.
Also, I have never been asked for my number by a stranger in a romantic sense. So, after I gained my wits back about me, I am supremely flattered. And think it's awesome. And think it's about damn time! I love myself, think my life is terrific (thanks Prozac!) and finally someone can appreciate that.
He told me his phone was not currently operational, but he'd call me. I assumed that was why he was at Verizon...but after I gave him my number, he walked over and was looking at the iPhone for a while and then just walked out. So, he really DID follow me in from traffic! That floors me...must be my awesome rainbow gay sunglasses...
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| You're jealous. I know. Try to contain yourself. |
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| Antonio Francis at your service. |
Fast forward to the following Tuesday. Mid evening. I'm working at the NGS (job #2: Neighborhood Grocery Store). I get a text: "Hello Anna." It had a Savannah area code. I totally knew who it was...did I play coy? Of course I did.
Then he asked me to tell him about myself...I said that I'd be happy to, but I was at work.
(TOTAL BREAK IN THE STORY: I was just introduced to our intern for the summer...wow! BBM #2 for sure! Uh oh...Gonna be a long summer!)
Back to the story--fast forward through lots of little flirty get-to-know-you text messages. I'm an expert text message flirter. EXPERT level I tell you. Would I speak that way in person? Of course not. Have I ever officially flirted with someone I know in person that actually likes me back? Nope. New waters. An excellent step for the Year of Me. Excellent step indeed. We even exchanged G-rated photos via text...So cute!
He wanted to go out with me. All the times he suggested I was working. All the times I suggested he was working. He works in the studio at night (all the time I was thinking he was a paint-and-canvas artist. Later I found out he's an audio engineer artist. Makes WAY more sense why he'd work such crazy hours at night). We made a date to get together for lunch the next week. I got to work and I was just way too busy to leave for lunch. I cancelled. We made a date for Saturday afternoon. He admitted that he knew this could be quite forward, but he had been thinking of ways to steal a kiss from me. I thought that was adorable and was quite excited...I haven't been properly kissed in quite a while.
He then cancelled--an emergency at the studio for the show that night. At the time I still thought he was a paint-and-canvas studio kind of guy and I thought his excuse was confusing. So I dismissed it and went to a birthday party. My friends wanted me to dismiss him immediately. I didn't--I had cancelled on him last minute and he gave me another shot. He deserved one too. I told him he needed to make it up to me. So, we made a coffee date for Monday (seven days ago Monday).
And we actually MET. And stared into each other's eyes. And he told me I'm beautiful. And kept telling me I looked nice. And I have pretty eyes (which I totally do). And he bought me a non-coffee beverage (I don't like coffee). I didn't touch it--I was too busy being nervous/staring into his swimming brown eyes. We walked around the little strip mall for a little bit. He's WAY cuter than I remember. Super tall (6'5" I've since learned). We sat for a bit and I tried to explain my two jobs. It didn't really work well...I don't think he gets it. He tried to explain his crazy schedule...I don't really get it. I did find out he's a singer as well as being an audio engineer. And he definitely made it a point to say he was a traditional singer (he didn't want me to think he was a rapper...hooray for stereotypes!). We all know how much I love musicians--he said he's a mix between Frank Sinatra and Kanye West. Now THAT is a pairing I need to experience.
He walked me to my car after about 30 minutes as I really did need to get back to the office--I would have stayed all day, but he was being quite respectful of my time. Bonus points for sure. He had ended up parking next to my car...we hugged...we kissed (an extended, chaste closed-mouth kiss for those that are wondering) and we parted ways. He proposed me coming to one of his shows that same evening...
"I could kiss those soft lips every day!" was the text message I was welcomed with back at the office.
AAannnnnndddd...he got me. I am totally roped into him. We weren't able to get together that night...and have since not been able to.
There IS a part two to this story that is rated PG-13...perhaps R. And some of it X...but I need to get back to work. Stay tuned!
:)
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