What we gonna do right here is go back.......

When I graduated from college, I moved to DC. I have lived in DC, Baltimore and Columbia, Maryland. I loved living in Maryland the most. Columbia was such a great and convenient place to live. My Target was down the street, my mall was up the street. Life was simple and good. Unfortunately, I had no social life. I couldn't get into men in that area. I was a Brooklyn girl with Trini roots.
I needed some culture. I needed to meet a cool thug nerd.

One day while I was working in my Hotel ( I was the Director of Catering at the time), I looked across the lobby and saw this cutie. He was standing across from me talking to a bunch of guys. I checked the style...the face...the whole package but kept moving. I work in a hotel, I see cute strangers all day long. I didn't really pay him any mind.

That weekend was two weeks before Christmas. We had Holiday parties jumping off left and right. I was running around making sure everything was straight. I kept seeing a whole bunch of black men in the hotel. Highly uncommon in Columbia, MD. I asked the desk agent what was going on and she replied that we had a Flag Football tournament staying with us. About ten teams. So this weekend brothers were everywhere. I still was in work mode and didn't pay most of them too much attention despite the "Hey, Shorty's" I was getting from all angles. (sidenote....Brothers...that ish is NOT attractive, okay?)

So I got a call on my radio that there were a "BUNCH of dudes eating food off the food buffets we just set up outside of the Ballroom". GREAT. So I head up to the ballroom and sure enough....there were about five football guys trying to eat food off a buffet we had just set up for this Holiday party. As I start walking up to them, I hear one of them saying "Ya'll are some trifling azzez. Stop stealing food". I look over...it's the GUY. You know....the cutie from the lobby.

So I start laughing and tell them that if they didn't pay for it....they need to step back. The cutie tries to help me and eventualy we all start laughing. I promise to save them some cheesecake after the event.

The cutie starts telling me that he and his boys are here for the football tournament but looking for something to do that night. I recommend a few DC spots and a few B'more spots. In Columbia....the only club is the Silver Shadow and that was not their style. LOL

We parted ways. The next day, I am talking to one of the banquet guys and he says "Don't look now but some man is coming up behind you". I turn around and sure enough....it's the cutie. He's all sweaty, in full football gear and it's only about 9am. He thanked me for the club recommendations and informed me that his team had already played two games for the morning. They lost one and won one. So I made small talk and walked away. He was cute....but I was so focused on work, I wasn't really thinking anything. I just thought he was being cordial.

About fifteen minutes later, I am decorating a table for a Bar Mitzvah and he walks by in some swim trunks....flexing.....headed to the pool and waves. I start cracking up with my co-workers. They are like...."Yeah. Your boy is trying to show you what he's working with..." I mean, we laughed for a good twenty minutes at how subtle dude was. LMAO.

The next morning was Sunday. I only came in to check on a Brunch and was leaving. Again, while I am standing there fixing something....someone taps my shoulder. I turn around and it's him again. So he tells me they came in fifth in the tourney. He starts making small talk. This dude is talking my ear off and I am working. I look down and notice he's holding a pen. So after he KEEPS talking.....I finally say to him (getting ALL Brooklyn, now that I think about it...) "So, Do you want my number or what cause I have to go?"

He started laughing and says..."I was about to ask you if you could have just waited a minute. Damn girl." His smooth persona faded to black and I saw something....a slight "take no mess" side. I liked it. We exchanged numbers and I left work about 30 minutes later.

As soon as I walked in my house....the phone rang. It was him....he said that before he left to head back home....he wanted to take me out for lunch. I said yes.


That is how I met Mr. 1969.