A Quarter century (Part I)

I wrote this piece around my 25th birthday 2 years ago.

As a quarter of a century of living comes up, there are so many things being analyzed throughout the course of my life and women are definitely part of that mix. Girls and women have found me attractive over past decade and for that I will always be grateful.

Yeah, I talk a lot of s**t about being good looking and for most of my life this has been true. Good looking men and women know they are attractive 'cause they have heard it most of their lives. And I am not different. Whether I am at the super market, a concert, a night club, the bowling alley, on a plane, at the metro station, driving on the highway, someone always find a way to pay me a compliment and I take that very seriously.

I was always cute as baby and a kid....'fine' as a teen...and 'handsome' as an adult. All of that sounds good and all, but that does not keep you from having loves that were unrequited and loves that broke your heart. As I think back to my first major crush Nora, a fine as hell Latina with dark eyes, dark hair and a cute accent. She was a year older. (I was about 12 then) I met her in Miss Califa’s 3rd period english class and shawty just took my breath away; literally took my breath away, had my asthma acting up and all that stuff. I was instantly smitten. I was in middle school, an 8th-grader, entering adolescence and my hormones were starting to rage. (lol). I didn't know how to handle this new feeling. The thing is, my oldest brothers were away for school lived outside of DC so I had no one to lean on and going to my church buddies as much as I love them, it was too embarrassing to even think about. It got worse whenever she would talk to me.

I can laugh now, but it was so confusing then. I would stammer and look anywhere except into those pretty brown eyes. Girls then knew how shy I was around them and they had a good time messing with me about it. (lol). It became sport to surround me and talk to me, they knew I would always fall over my tongue and looked either at a wall or the floor.....any place except their faces. Maria was on the female soccer team and I on the male. And sometimes both squads would practice together and it was torture 'cause I had such a crush on her. My teammates gave me hell for that one.

I would catch her sometimes looking at me as I was doing my tricks (I was the best player on the team). I got the impression that she liked me too but neither of us did anything about it. Youth and shyness kept us apart. I was crazy about Nora until graduation when we realized that we were not going to see each other again since we both would be going to different high schools.

But she and I remained in contact via letters, phone conversations and sometimes we would link up for group activities, depending on my heavy schedule. So my senior year in High school, I transferred to her school and it was then I saw another chick who had a big crush on me back in middle school, her name is Genevieve. It was troubling me because if I had a crush on Nora and Genevieve had a crush on me and we’re all practically live in the same area. So I did what many in my situation would do, I was friendly with both of them but when I was with Nora, I would ignore Genevieve and vice versa. In truth though, I always thought Genevieve was pretty but she was stuck up. And it wasn’t until we shared the same class and sat next to each other that I saw how special she was. All these girls knew that I had a lot of chicks who liked me. Being the star soccer player and a finalist for major scholarships, these girls wanted to put up with all the hoopla that surrounded the Psquare. Back then the “Psquare” stood for Playboy Prince. Genevieve was a pretty dime piece, she was French, and she had smooth caramel skin, big brown eyes, short hair, and the cutest accent you ever heard. She was smart, sweet, kinda shy, and gentle. I found myself making her laugh (My shyness was gone by then since I had already been pussyrize on many occasions) and I found myself drawn towards her. I was returning the crush she had on me. But I was taken at the time, to the girl I eventually got engaged to. So immediately after I broke off my engagement late last year, Genevieve was the first person I called and we went out a couple of times and shared that long overdue kiss.


The girls in high school teased me because they knew I could get them and never did make a move until they put it right in my face (Suzie, Christie, Christina, Semhal, Quianna, just to name a few bold ones), but for the most part they were among the nicest girls I ever met. Some of them years later would laughingly tell me that they messed with me because I was different from the other boys. I was a bookworm, a stylistic playboy who knew what to say and when to say, I was always politically correct, some would say I was the man who thought he knew it all, but most importantly, I was always a caring friend, someone who would give you his last dollar even if I was starving, and the ladies I run with, they appreciated that. I never chased(Hugh Hefner never chased a playgirl, so why would I?) them and they got a kick out of how they could make blush just by talking to me.

Nora and I did get it on the night of my 25th birthday party, by then she had 2 kids and jobless. I invited her to the party because Genevieve thought it would be cool, she and I got it on that night too, along with Vicky, her girlfriend. I haven’t spoken to her in a while though, maybe I need to give her a call after I finish this piece, but I tell you though, if you have a crush, just let her know because she/he might end up a lifelong friend.