Beaute Creole (Part 2)

I awoke the next day to the smell of hot pancakes, FAC had prepared a nice meal for me, and the poison man was about to have his first breakfast in bed. I tuned the TV to ESPN, went to the bathroom to clean up, and back to my bed. She fed me. She took her time to put each slice in my mouth, for a second there I felt like a little kid in a candy store. She took great care of me and then told me that she had to head out and take care of some errands.

It has now been two weeks and she and I have decided to establish the rules of this impending relationship. For the first 3 months

We won’t have sex
We will spend the night only if one of us has to
No major gifts
No weekend getaways
And no family gatherings
Once we agreed on those things, she and I were simply inseparable. She would text in the AM to wake me up only to have me text her back when I knew it was time for her to get up for classes or work. It was a natural pattern that perfectly suited us and she and I just grew to learn a lot more about each other. We were in sync and that played a major role for the first two weeks.

Our musical taste differs to a certain extent but it didn’t matter because we both wanted to learn about each other. It was scary because the experience was so anew. So she invited me to a King of R&B concert featuring Neyo, Jay Holiday, Lloyd, Bobby Valentino, and Gerald Levert. You won’t find a lot of dudes at this event now would you? But I went because I sometimes listen to Jay Holiday even though I don’t care about his bed song. Bobby Valentino’s track ‘slow down’ was a major hit, so I figured she and I could cozy up while he performs that track, and Neyo is the new Usher and he got a lot of good tracks. So we got to the concert and she was all into it. I wanted to get into it too but it wasn’t my typical event. So we listened to the late Gerald Levert, danced to a couple of Jay Holiday tracks, we connected during Neyo’s performance and Bobby V just had her shaking her booty. That stuff looks good. But I won’t go into it just yet.

We had an awesome time. Good music, good food, a couple of drinks, lot of flirtatious moments, and most importantly, we were together. We felt like we were together. Her body was always near mine and I could sense her enthusiasm. It was great.

I dropped her off, kissed her good night and drove home to catch some sleep.

To be continued…