WHERE ARE THEY NOW?

Okay, okay.

So I promised to do this sometime ago. I promised I would close the chapters on the stories I've written thus far. Were they a 'one and done' type situation or did I marry the brawd. Hmmmm. I've read the comments (boy did I ever read the comments) and one of the prevailing questions continues to be, “So did you ever see HER again?”

Well as promised, the following opus, which I've dubbed, “Where are they now” will conclude the cliffhangers and probably surprise the lot of you written word voyeurs.

Enjoy niggas.


I'm gonna start with this story because what happened down the road is actually more interesting than the initial date. This particular story involves the subject Bronx Girl (see: Check Please!) I tried to get the subject herself to comment on the story. Unfortunately, I may have damaged our relationship (lol). Not only was she not pleased with the story, but she has not spoken to me since. So campers that will be the last time I invite a subject of a story to actually read it. Anywho….

So after the New York fiasco, which subsequently led to Bronx Girl kicking me to the curb, months later, I get a call one day at work from who else but the aforementioned Bronx Girl. Out the blue she gives me a ring-a-ding-ding and informs me that she is getting the hell out of the rotten apple and moving to where - Maryland (home at the time to your favor-rite serial dater). I was genuinely happy to hear from her. And I wanted desperately to know why she shunned me in the first place. I'm a cool dude and I definitely ain't used to women carryin' me like that.

So to skip ahead…she and her roommate/sorority sistah were both moving to Maryland. She stayed with friends while she looked for a place. One day her sorority sisters had a big cook out at a park near where I lived. It was kinda a big Greek get together, but she invited me to come anyway (I'm a non fraternity guy if you didn't know). I get there and she's playin' me real greasy - not really talking to me or spending any time with me. Even her friends were like, “why is she treating him like that?” And to top it off, she even invited another dude to the park that was tryna get with her. I peeped her whole steelo and ignored it. I was up in the spot like I knew everybody there. I was tossing around the football, playing games and talking to everybody. I got some food and some drank and just chilled for a while; even though she wasn't talking to me. After a while I bounced.

Later in the week, I called her like none of that shit happened and asked to see her again. I asked her could I take her to dinner. I swear, I could almost hear her grin over the phone. I took her to Red Lobster. Though I actually like Red Lobster, our going there was more or less a strategic maneuver. When it came time to order, I ordered a decent but inexpensive meal. Prior to our server coming over, she had told me what she wanted and I was about to order it for her, but then she jumped in and was like, “On second thought, I'm going to order the Surf & Turf.” You got it - NY cut steak and lobster. She literally looked for the most expensive thing on the menu to order. And let's not talk about the multiple top shelf drinks she ordered. A normal dude would've been pissed at this action and probably flipped out. Thank god I ain't normal.

I peeped her movements and immediately started laughing. I thought it was the cutest thing. She was tryna get some payback for me not paying for her meal at the Dallas BBQ or buying her Mickey D's. I knew what was going on from the moment she accepted my invitation. And I was prepared for it. I let her order whatever the hell she wanted…and I paid for it. ;o) Besides, I owed her and I'm a good sport.

Later, she shed some light on why I got kicked to the curb. Though we had some groundbreaking sex, my actions (not treating and whatnot) left a bad taste in her mouth and gave her a unfavorable opinion of me, regardless if it was true or not. We laughed about the whole thing and decided to pick up where we left off at the good part of our first date.

Flash forward. Somewhere along the lines, I fell for the kid and she fell for me. However, I was still doing my Serial Dating thing and though she knew about it, it didn't sit well with her. She let it be known that she wanted to be with me and only me. I let it be known that poppa was a rolling stone and though I had love for her, I was gonna ride out this serial dating thing. Well that didn't go over well at all. A week later, she'd moved out of the house she was sharing and moved in with this guy, whom I believe was the very same one who was at the picnic.

I couldn't believe what she'd done. All I kept thinking was dayum - I finally lost her for good. I couldn't get over the fact that she was with this clown when I knew that she loved me and wanted to be with me. One weekend I lost my mind. I was so jealous and enraged. I wanted her to be with me and I couldn't stand to be without her. I called her cell phone about 50 times and left messages. Each message more irate and desperate than the last. She finally returned the call. She didn't answer because she had gone to New York for the weekend with HIM. I had to see her and she agreed to meet with me.

The company she worked for had seats at the MCI Center, so she invited me to join her for a basketball game. The Wizards were playing the Heat. I remember this date like it happened yesterday. It would be the first and last time that I actually got to see Jordan play. Be it an older non Bulls Jordan, he still did his thing against Alonzo and the heat. After the game, we went back to my place in Baltimore and we made love (Yeah I know what you're saying to yourselves right - who in the hell is this guy we're reading about. Cause dude don't sound anything like the guy we've been reading about in the stories). But yes children, the two were one in the same.

I told her that I loved her and wanted to be with her. However, there was one problem. She was living with ole boy in his condo. And he wasn't so ready to let go of her. So he and I had words in a major way. There were some heated phone calls and some indirect threats made. In the end, I exerted my Alpha-Maleness and took her. Not only was I lounging up in his crib I few times, but my brother and I got a truck a moved her out of his spot one day. And where did she move you may wonder - in with the Serial man.

I know, I know. I couldn't believe it either. I was actually blind with love and my actions reflected it. I didn't think about anything I was doing at that time (which was hard to do; I'm a very cerebral man). The only things I was sure of was that I wanted to be with her and that a lot of brawds was gonna be pissed. I didn't call any of the women I was seeing to tell them what was going down. I simply stopped calling them and taking there calls. Then one day, all the calls stopped and I was free to enjoy my new relationship.

In the beginning, the relationship was great, but then something happened. I started to get downright scared of this newfound commitment. I started to feel suffocated. I was afraid to completely submit to loving this woman. Then I subconsciously begin to implode the relationship. We wound up being together for about 6-7 months and then one day I felt guilty about not giving my all in the relationship and I broke up with her. I wanted us to both be happy and I thought that was the way to go. It was a bad break up and then she moved out (or if you let her tell it, I put her out). If I had it to do over again, we would've remained together.

It took a long time of reflecting and healing for both us before we communicated again. From time to time I think about her and wonder about how's she doing. Up until I asked her to read that story we were at least cordial with one another. :o(

Moving on…

This next liaison became more interesting after the initial first date. Unfortunately, none of ya'll read the story (see: NEITHER RAIN, NOR SLEET, NOR SNOT…?) starring the Haitian Sensation. I swear, if the story doesn't involve me bussin' a nut, then I gets no love. I know this is true, because I read your comments. I don't always have to be runnin' up in a brawd in order for the story to be interesting (lol). Back to the script…

After that first date, that young lady and me became something of an item. When I met her she informed me from the jump that she was going to be moving to New York within a 3-4 month period. It was our second date and she told me this over dinner at my place, “look I like you, but I think you should know that I plan on moving back to New York very soon. From here we can do one of two things, we can just call it quits now and go our separate ways or if you can hang we can just make the most of the short time we have together. Either way I'm good with it. I just don't want to get your hopes up about a possible relationship.” Whoa.

You gotta respect her gansta with that. She assumed I'd be the one getting caught up. She ain't know but I'm sumpthin' like a pimp (yeah something like a pimp) lol. Naw, but on the real, I decided to roll with the short-term world wind affair. She was very cool, spontaneous, cute and had definite freak potential. This girl had me open. And for that 3-4 month period we spent most of our time together. I either stayed at her place or she stayed at mine. We had a blast together. During that time, Ms. Haitian Sensation had a lot of women pissed. I put every woman I knew on the back burner while I rode out these few months with her.

This young lady ended up being the subject of two of my most memorable moments with a woman. The first occurred the very first night we ever got busy. The sex was off the freakin' chain and when she came…she flooded the block (lol). Almost anyway. She was my first and till this day, my only squirter. I remember when it happened. I thought she was peeing in my bed and I almost freaked. But she would explain that when she got extremely aroused and had an orgasm, sometimes that was the byproduct.

The other memory I have of her occurred actually after she moved back to New York. She came back to Maryland to visit me for a couple of days (see for all her tough talk she couldn't get enough of me). I went to work and left her in my apartment with a set of keys to come and go as she pleased. I came home from work one day and she greeted me at the door in a robe. She closed the door behind me and made me stand right there while she took my briefcase and coat. Then she unbuttoned my pants, pulled them and my boxers down and then dropped down to her knees before me taking me into her mouth. All of the lights in the apartment were out and the candles that I kept on the mantle were lit. In the background music played and I could smell the meal cooking that she was preparing. I felt like I was in a playboy article or something. She played the role of naughty wifee to the tilt. That lil episode ended with us screwing on a beanbag I kept on the living room floor.

We ate afterwards and then went out front to smoke a black & mild and just reflect on what just went down. To this day that memory still stays with me. That memory and also the time that she and I role-played. I was Principal Skinner and she was the bad Catholic school student. That night was off the chain too. She came to my home dressed in a Catholic school student uniform with a ruler in her hand. Good stuff.

To this day, we are still good friends. I chat with her from time to time. She now lives in Florida and travels the country working for her job.

*Both Bronx Girl and Haitian Sensation are still unmarried, childless and successful professionals.


{Editors note: because my stories tend to be long so this will be continued.}