All good she was...

So here I am sitting on this flight, plane ready for lift up and deep within I want to get off this aircraft for I have unfinished business in this city. Purpose of my flight: a faceless user whom I met on a very windy day in the nation’s capital while making a pit stop. A mysterious face that was able to capture my attention like few of her predecessors. Different, she was; Meticulous, oh yeah; Beautiful, no doubt. She reminded me of Aphrodite, the Greek Goddess. In deed, she had it all. A pit stop led to two to three month’s exchange of deep and intellectual questions ranging from sex to politics to life and afterlife. There were no boundaries, attracted to her, I was. For in a very long time, someone was able to keep my attention for more than a second, at last, I was challenged. It felt good to be challenged by this mysterious woman. It was enchanting. Her answers were out the ordinary, nevertheless, they made sense. It was a new perspective which I had thirst for, it was new to me, never thought it existed until I met her. She stood out like no other yet I had my reservations.

They say truth is a great flirt; well, this woman was a great flirt. I finally managed the nerves to send her my mathematics and while she downplayed this momentous exchange yet she was nervous about the possibilities of not having to type away her answers anymore. At last, she would have me on the phone where she can analyze my every breath, the pauses in between answers, and of course, she gets to hear my sexy voice. So first the night she called, I was upset. I don’t pick up private calls and here comes this chick thinking that I should change my ways just because she feels like she special. Heck, what was she thinking? Who in the world told her she was special? Just because she was pretty and possessed many good qualities, I wasn’t going to change my philosophy. So I picked up her call and told her to call me when she was ready to call me without blocking her digits.

A couple of days later, she finally got up the nerves to call. We spent a few minutes on the phone and I came away impress. I wanted more yet I didn’t know what exactly. I am sure many of you have had this feeling, this empty feeling where you feel like this person is sent to fill this void yet you aren’t sure what role this person should play. Nevertheless, we kept on talking until one day she requested that I pay a visit to the windy city. I hadn’t been there in ages. This city, the home of some of the world’s greatest figures, and here I am touching down on a very wintry day. As I made way to my hotel, all I could think about was the very first encounter. I’ve been meeting women since birth so you can say I am a pro at this but this particular woman had me nervous. The way I felt about this encounter reminded me of another blast from the past. A very unique and beautiful blast who had my attention till the very end when she digged a hole in me. While I was praying for better results this time yet I am not naïve to think that she was going to be perfect. Such exist not.

Finally, we linked up for a late night dinner. She came off Broadway and the minute I saw her, it was all good. Indeed, she was everything I anticipated. She had on this bright yellow T-shirt and a pair of tight ice-blue jeans. The jeans stretched on her legs up to half-a-foot above her toes, leaving the rest of her tanned legs revealed and followed by a pair of blue sandals with a slightly raised heel. She was laughing all the way to the car, her eyes shone like two twinkling stars. Her every smile increased her beauty by many times. I did not realize how much I was enjoying those moments until I got on this flight. So we made our way to the restaurant and we were pretty much in synch the whole time. Hold up; there was one little problem though, she was too loud. I actually had to tell her that she was loud. It was no big deal but then again I didn’t want everyone at the place to hear our conversation, so I kindly asked to tone the hell down. And she did beautifully. We ended up spending hours together, talking about everything humanly possible. The vibe was there; the connection? Undeniable. it was indeed a Haitian connection.

So we made way to my hotel room. Little did she know, I had a surprise waiting for her. Candle lights were set, bath was drawn and the only thing missing was my slow jams. At last, we found our jam, we grooved till we couldn’t groove no more. It was on.

So I drove her home and here I am now sitting on this plane thinking about getting off and extending my stay for an extra night for I have unfinished business. Should I stay or should I go? I’ll see her again, soon, and very soon.

10-10-03