Right Recipe

If I knew the right recipe to successfully make imaginations reality then what I'm about to say would either be a premonition or a recollection...depending on when I tell it. And if this was a premonition, then this is how I'd imagine things would go…

I'd say, "Instead of standing here before you, spewing pseudo game and belittling the significance of this moment, I'm going to tell you that the very first time I laid thoughts on you."

You, no less, would find yourself somewhere between intrigued, confused and apprehensive. I'd begin by telling you that the first time, I boarded the subway and took my usual place by the doors. You, sitting across from me, had your head down, engrossed in a book. I was typing away a blog idea on my phone. I glanced at you a few times…took note of your earth tone ensemble of greens and browns. I admired your natural coif in between sentences. I dug your jacket with the cool collar after every period typed. I must have got lost in it all because you looked up at me, maybe feeling my eyes burrowing into your head.

The second time, believe it or not, was that very same day. I was standing at the window table of the Pad Thai spot waiting for my order when you walked by with may or may not have been a female co-worker. The fact that you and I could possibly inhabit the same work radius drew a bit of childlike excitement.

The third time, was at a nightclub…on the Friday of that same week. The swagger and bravado that I managed to save up for my night out, was shelved when I realized it was you. The same you in front me of all week. I tried to make eye contact with you…figuring that the club lights would lessen the effect of your piercing eyes. But it wasn't to be.

The fourth time was weeks later. We walked in opposite directions on the same strip of sidewalk on the same side of the street right in front of Foot Action.

The fifth time was some time after that. Same dance, different location…passing Victoria's Secret. The fifth time would have been the last time but the sixth time made sure it wasn't. The sixth time seemed like a whirlwind. Imagine my surprise to see you in the seven days young fitness center residing in my place of employment. Imagine my nervousness to see you in the seven days young fitness center residing in my place of employment. After jumping from machine to treadmill to machine, I tried to answers questions I couldn't.

"Can I have your attention please? The Fitness Center will be closing in twenty minutes. Thank you."

I head to the stretch area only to find you there. Not feeling brash enough to approach you, I stretch on the opposite side. I sneak peaks in an attempt to find some evidence that you're not the same person only to find no definitive proof. I grab my bag and belongings from my locker and exit. Heading to the elevators, I turn around briefly and see you again... just yards behind me. The elevator doors open, I arrive first and hold the door. You enter last, thanking me. I tell you you're welcome, making this our first official interaction. I know, it's corny…but under these circumstances, I'll take it.

We exit the building, you ahead of me. You turn right at the corner and cross the street. I continue straight. We part ways.

The funny thing about it is, after I travelled about 2 blocks towards my destination, questioning the likelihood that you were a doppelganger with the present day mission of playing mind tricks, I never even attempted to turn around because I convinced myself with a great deal of success that you were probably across the street. And as silly as it may seem right now, it wasn't that far fetched when I walked down the platform only to see you standing there…waiting for the same train. I never looked directly at you once I was close enough for you to notice me. I did pull out my smartphone to make a note reminding myself to chronicle all events leading to now.

Four stops into the train ride and I'm picking up my gym bag preparing to exit at the next. I glance over at you. You're deep in a book again…reminiscent of my first thoughts. I managed to catch the cover of the book and noticed the word Dexter. This is too much. That's one of my favorite shows. I only found out last week that the show was based on a novel…and here you are reading it.

Doors open.

I'm not really sure what compelled me to, but I look over at you one last time. Already accepting that what I didn't comprehend before is now all too apparent to me. You're there. That's you. And here I am. You look up at me, smile and we both say goodnight.

Arrogance [Darkside Series]

Damn, dude. You walked right past me with a look on your face. I said what's up to you and you said it back but there was something else there. That gut feeling is a motherfcuker, ain't it? I know, I know. It's like you feel something but there's no telling what it is. Lucky for you, I'm here to clear that up.

 

Now understand something. This isn't a rap music bravado type thing or one of those generic R&B themes where the dude brags about how he's sleeping with another dude's woman. I mean, the characters are the same but the scenario is different. See, you're woman…yes, I slept with her. But wait now. Hold on a second. Don't get all red in the face with your fists clenched. You two weren't together at the time.

 

You don't believe me, do you? Fine.

 

I made her acquaintance the week after you two took the trip to Splitsville. I had small talk with her twice that week before we ended up exchanging phone numbers. The following week, she went out of town to see her best friend.

 

Now do you believe me? Good, because I didn't want to get into how we talked every evening and text messaged each other during the day. Nor do I want to get into how it all started off innocent and at some point turned flirtatious…with the provocative pictures and all…telling me what she wanted me to do to her and things of that nature. Nah, that's not something you want to hear. Not to mention the fact that I know all about you and how you treated her. I know about how you managed to stress her out even when she was away and you two were no longer a couple. I know about your anger issues. I know about the constant disrespect. It's no wonder she came to my place just days after getting back to town. It's no wonder she wanted to see my bedroom as soon as she walked in. Can you blame her? Don't answer that. Because if you did attempt to justify your actions and fault hers then and only then would I be forced to get really arrogant with you.

 

What's really arrogant?

 

Me telling you that the way she told it, you ain't no lightweight when it comes to the package. The way she tells it now though, I beat you in the long run. That's really arrogant. Me telling you that she told me that she's never climaxed before…ever. Well, until she was with me. That's really arrogant. Me telling you what it felt like for her…the feeling that came over her entire body when I touched her spot. That's arrogant too. Me telling you the sounds she made and what she looked like at that exact moment from the eyes rolling back with the mouth open and the toes curled and the hands grabbing sheets and scratching walls. Well see, that's just ignorant. And I don't want to get ignorant with you. Yeah, one might say you had all this coming. Another might say that this right here most definitely knocks you off your high horse and while you, most assuredly, will get back on...the ride won't be the same.

 

So here we are crossing paths for the first and if she can control it, the last. You two are back together now. Good for you. I'm a little confused as to how you did it because she's called me a few times upset and crying about the usual drama. But hey, it is what it is. Just know, that thing with the pillow…you know…when she folds it and puts…anyway…if she hasn't mentioned it, don't ask questions…just go with the flow. Trust me. And if she has mentioned it and you are doing that thing…

 

You're welcome. I taught her that.

Picture Perfect

Let's be honest. Me and you. When we go out, it's a date. And if what goes on with us is not what normally happens on a date then it should be. Admit it.

Now, close your eyes for a moment.

Picture it. We meet up.

You, exuding sexiness with the high heels, the jeans that fit so well – sitting right where they should on your hips, giving your lower back tat just enough room to taunt and tease, the summer blouse with the soft shoulders on display and your smooth upper back out, stylish bag on your arm – catching looks and compliments, your lips are glistening with a color that accents your skin tone – making any man wonder if they're as soft as they look, and your hair is out – flowing with ever step.

Me, I'm in my man mode. I'm casual, but still on that every day sexy. I have to be. I can't half-ass when it comes to us and our time together. I got on the fitting tee – chest is popping out through the logo, jeans – perfect length coupled with the perfect fit, sneakers – clean and match the tee perfectly, I'm shaved and shaped up and finish it all off with the smell good cologne.

Damn, we look good together. We flow well together too. Nothing is awkward here. I'm the thoughtful gentleman. I always walk street side. I scan ahead of your stride to make sure your path is without danger. I hold your hand when you step down steep curbs and steps. I'm always within your reach should you need me. That's me on the regular. That's us, all the time.

We find a cute little Indian spot and have dinner. We talk sht, laugh and joke with one another. Good times, Good times. Afterwards, we get some shakes for dessert. We play with each other while on line. Playful. We look like a couple. We act like a couple. In the span of two hours, we set things up for the perfect foreplay…the natural next step. Bodies intertwined and pressed against one another. Sucking, biting, licking and loving. You feel it too.

But wait. Open your eyes. We're just friends.

Even though the taboo ideas have travelled from your slumbered thoughts to your day's dreams…it won't go further than that. The curiosity peaks there and so the question will never be answered. Seriously, what we have…when we go out…I want you to have that with someone else…I want you to have that sexy night and top it off with that sexy sex. Hell, I want myself to have it too. Let's just make a deal that whoever has it first, promises to confirm that it really is like nothing else.