Thursday, October 29, 2015

Dating Series: Looking For A Love Jones, Part 8

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It turns out that although I’d turned down ‘upgraded’ Netflix & Chill with Ricky, Mason decided that we’d be doing exactly that.

I rolled my eyes as the gates to his apartment complex opened.

“You couldn’t just say that we were dropping by your place?”

He pulled into the parking garage, “I don’t even know why you got an AirBnb. You could’ve just stayed here.”

I can’t understand the way men want to date, these days. There’s an exclusivity that they expect you to uphold almost immediately, a comfort you’re supposed to have, but fail to show you the same respect. Mason wanted me to “shack up”, as my mother would say, after knowing me for a few weeks, after no discussion of what we were or where we were headed.

“Would you have put my friend up too? This trip wasn’t about you and me.”

He turned off the car, “I get it. Fine.”

I felt like I was kidnapped. Mason was already showing several tendencies that I didn’t find attractive. He seemed controlling and didn’t appear to care what I preferred.

I made it a mental note to keep my feelings to myself. I didn’t want to hear Raymond gloating that he was right.

I decided that I’d spend the evening taking in a flick with him and then I’d ask him to take me back to place that Ryan and I were staying.

I text her while he made a selection. The clicking of the Apple TV remote and my iPhone was simultaneous.

Ryan would understand. I knew I’d have to grab some amazing breakfast ingredients, on the way back.

I turned to Mason, “Hey, would you mind us stopping by a supermarket on the way back?”

He moved closer to me on the sofa, “Sure. We’ll go first thing, in the morning.”

I snickered, “I’m not sleeping over. I made it clear that I had to get back to hanging with Ryan.”

His jaw tensed up, “Seriously?”

“We were supposed to have dinner. You wouldn’t tell me where we were going. I didn’t plan on sleeping over.”

“So when do you plan on sleeping over?”

I raised my eyebrow, “Are you asking when I’m going to have sex with you?”

He smiled, “Maybe.”

“I’m celibate.”

He started laughing. I gave him the most serious stare I could muster.

He stopped laughing, “Oh you’re serious? What’s that about?”

“I just want to be in something committed, before I take it there. I’m trying to do things differently these days.”

He shrugged his shoulders, in defeat, “And I’m the lucky guy you’re starting this journey with, huh?”

I ignored his comment, “Let’s just watch the movie. What did you choose?”

“It doesn’t matter…”

“Why doesn’t it matter?”

“Because why would we watch it, if we can’t have some fun afterward?”

I could not believe the level of f-boy he’d managed to get to.

“So we’re not watching the movie?"

“Why bother?”

I started to cue up a Uber on the app while he sat next to me angered.

“I’m going to leave. I’m getting a cab.”

I waited for him to apologize; I waited for him to offer to take me home. He was silent. He spoke after I stood up, the cab almost there.

“Cool. I’ll hit you some other time.”

Travis could not stop laughing, “He saw us!? That’s rich. I see you player.”

I punched him in the arm. We were walking on the Brooklyn promenade, and I was telling him about my awkward phone conversation with Ricky.

“I’m not a player. I’m just hanging.”

“Oh, whatever. You kissed me the last time I saw you. We’re not just hanging anymore.”

“Is that right? So what are we doing?”

“I’m not sure, yet. I just know it’s progressing in a way that I like. I dig you.”

I grabbed his hand. It just happened. I didn’t think about it, plan it, or mean for it to happen. It just did. He looked down at our interlocked palms and smiled. We continued to walk, hand in hand.

“I dig you, too.”

“So, what did you say?”

“I told him that it was a date. At that point, I had to be honest.”

He stopped mid-stride and kissed my cheek, “Yes, yes you did. Was he mad?”

“I don’t know. We said goodnight, after that.”

Travis started laughing again, “He was mad!”

He wore his camera, over his shoulder. He took pictures of the city skyline and me as we walked further down. The city had its issues, but if you took the time to actually look at it, it was quite the sight. We leaned against the railing and watched the small waves slap the wood underneath where we stood.

“The city is beautiful.”

“Like you?”

We made it to the bar with just enough time to still indulge in happy hour. Ty, Raymond’s best friend, invited me out for drinks. I assumed Raymond would probably show, but I wasn’t ready for what Ty had in mind.

Ty and I walked in to find Raymond already seated at the bar, several drinks in. I sat two stools away from him while Ty sat between us.

Ty spoke first, “I brought you two here for a reason…”

Raymond was already tipsy, “Okay! Don’t finish that. I’m going to do it.”

Ty leaned back against the bar, so I could look Raymond in the eyes. He had beautiful ones, with beautiful sadness, always swirled in his pupils.

“What are you two talking about?”

Raymond touched my arm, as he spoke, “I have feelings for you. I said it. Are you happy, Ty?”

Ty smiled, “Yes, I am. Tell her the rest.”

“I’ve always liked you. I think about you all the time. You’re the best cook I know, you make me laugh, you’re so interesting. I just…”

Ty started to play an imaginary violin, and we both punched him in the shoulder, at the same time.

I was touched. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but everything Raymond uttered was flattering, “You just what?”

“I just didn’t know what people were going to think. I don’t date big girls. I don’t usually, but I don’t care what people think anymore.

Ty’s eyes flew wide open; they matched my own, “That’s not what I meant by ‘tell her’…”

1 comment:

Twyla said...

Oh my goodness. This hit me IN THE FACE. Wow. I swear man. I wish I had something deep or profound to say, but I'm at a loss for words lol. I enjoy these soooo much. I can't express it enough. You're truly gifted. Thanks for this Erica. Keep it up! I'm gonna read some other ones. :)