One Night Stand - Part 1 (of 3)

This is a series of events that are True. I decided to share this story, and maybe not in the most detailed way, but to tap into the mind of a woman, and also the mindset of a man. This comes as I've had deep discussions with a close guy friend of mine. Our conversations shed light into the thought process between men and woman, and how the way we think is VERY different. Interpretation is everything. This is the story of a one night stand that in my mind was just the beginning. The beginning of something that could have been a beautiful start to something more substantial. But in his mind??? I believe It was just that. And nah, we never had a concrete discussion about it, but it I'm sure he believed his actions communicated it clear as day. Check it..

My eyes open. (I hear rustling sounds) My eyes are trying to focus. (my eyes always seem full of crap when I first wake up, lol)

(Im thinking.. Where am I? Where's my phone? What time is it?)

Oh Lord, What time is it? I know My flight leaves at midnight? Where is the clock, shit I hope I didn't miss it already, Hell I don't even know my location right now, my head hurts a little)

I roll over to my side, I see the clock (I hear the toilet flush) My flight leaves in 30 minutes! (Well, I guess Im not gon' make that flight, lol)

Bathroom door opens. (I think I need to pee) MAN. This boy fine. Shit. lol. (Why does he have my bandana on his head, I know I had that on at the party, and where the fuck are his pants, and why is he walking around with NO pants, not even drawers lmao!) This is some real "Hangover" type shit. lol.

Where is my phone?? There it is! I stand up to get it, (Oh my gosh, my head, the room is spinning. I sit down quick. My goodness I have 30 missed calls, 17 text messages, OH LORD, my friend is probably loosing it, Let me call her...)

Me: Hey girl, I'm sooooooo sorry, we fell asleep.

Her: (Very dry) Well..... I'm glad you're ok (click, she hangs up the phone)

Me: I look at the phone. (Did she just hang up on me? I believe she did. Honestly the "happy" high I'm on right now wont let me begin to care. In my mind I know she's pissed, and prolly had a mild heart attack because I went missing for a few hours, but as I'm starting to come to, Selfishly, I start realize this might have been one of the best nights of my fucking life. I'm remembering, and looking at my snap chat videos. I'll be damned, we were Lit. Immfao)

I call the Airline, they reschedule my flight easily. The room she and I shared at our hotel is still available until 12 noon, besides I need to go pack my stuff, grab a bite, and get some SLEEP. I know the hotel is close I remember ubering over here this morning around 8am when he and I devised a plan to ditch our friends, and have some fun.

I sit up in the bed. I feel like were waaaaaaaayyy past the "shy shit" I didnt even bother covering up. I say his name. He literally says "YOOOOOOOOO what the fcuk did we do yesterday. We both let out the biggest LAUGH! I said, "From the looks of this room we had a blast, lmao! (As we both find chargers for our phones, I see his swim trunks on the floor, my bikini top is hanging from the wall on a lamp, the bottom is wrapped around my ankle (What the F) It just keeps echoing in my mind. Why is he still walking around in a tank top and no pants. Lol. (fine self) How did we get here??? I said. Man, my friend is pissed at me.

He was like, man fuck all that we had a blast. I lay back down in the bed, and try to piece together this epic day, night, and now... morning...

The Story, How it began..

Him: What are you doing this weekend?

Me: I'm not sure

Him: Meet me for the Fourth.

Me: Word?

Him: Yeah.

Me: (slips out of bed, I prop my Macbook Pro up on my thighs and poke around for a flight. Home girl was talking about making moves as well, maybe I should invite her in case he is NOT the move, lmbo. I check United, decent price shoot her a text. She's down)

Me: (grab my phone) Yo, I'm coming through.

Him: Cool

A rush of emotions set in. I'm over the dating scene in Houston. I was in a phase where I wanted to be with someone who didn't live in Houston. It was right after I said “I don't wanna date only black men anymore. I wanted to date outside my race.”

I'm excited and nervous. Mainly because he and I have never met in person. Just over the phone, via text, and social media, you know.. the usual these days. (My ex was a professional whore, and could meet a girl on social media and be in her apartment that afternoon, or even fuck her at a bathroom at the club. Nothing wrong with kinky stuff, just wish he did it when he WASN'T with me, (my personal favorite of all his indiscretions), he was all about the bullshit) but I didn't move that quickly, or even knew how to finesse shit like that. Anyway, "I digress."

I give my girl the rundown on this guy., and just to give you a little idea of the homie, She's a Scented candle, I'm a Firecracker. She's a fully loaded Luxury Sedan, I'm a Fully loaded sports car with extra horse-power... "HEMI" She's a 6 bedroom house, in the suburbs. I'm a Condo/Flat/Loft situation in midtown downtown. lol. aight? (Both equally nice, but it’s just a matter of preference ) For this trip, personally I had every intention of going and kicking it, "Loose-like."Because these are the facts that keep playing in my mind......

1) He's not my man, and I'm NOT his girl.

2) He doesn't owe me anything (and neither do I owe him anything)

3) Plan is to kick it hang, and go with the flow. NO EXPECTATIONS

4) No Vegas Shot-Gun Wedding (LMAO)

5) Living my Best life wasn't out then, but I was TOTALLY living mine. lol

Plane lands. The heat hits me like I'm in hell. (FOCK, ITS HOT!)

This was my first time, I don't think I could've mentally prepared for this type of heat. This was a whole new level of heat, lmao. We hopped into our Hotel shuttle, and started our trip! Did I mention that it was hot??????

I'm trying to play the shit cool. Didn't let the man know I had arrived until after a few hours at we got settled at the hotel. (knowing damn well I couldn't wait to shoot him a text.) We check in, very fancy for my blood, and then slipped into the hotel pool. I look down at my phone, prepared to send him a message... and then...

WTF. I buy myself a bucket of Cider. I ask for a plastic bag, and plop my phone inside. (it comes back on then I hear the messages coming through.) We chatted and decided to link up at my hotels club. He's bringing a friend for my girl #wingwoman

We head to grab a bite, nap for a bit, and start getting ready for this, my first night in the "City of Sin" I get dolled up. I look in the mirror. I settled on this simple white tank dress. It sits just below the knee, and doesn't leave much to the imagination, it hugs my body in ALL the right places and shows why I go to the gym the way I do. I slip on some nude shoes, and grab my clutch. I take a deep breath, and say outloud. "What will be... will be." I check my phone, he says, were on our way. I yell out "Hey girl lets head down, their on their way."

We get to the club in five minutes, its basically in our hotel lobby. People are moving around everywhere, girls looking "ordinary"(did i just say that???? I did....) Im glad I went ahead an popped open another Cider from my left over pool bucket to help calm my nerves. As we stand there chatting, I'm not gonna lie, I was ready to see this boy....in person after a whole year of chatting off and on.

This fine MOFO comes walking through the doors. They don't make em like this where I'm from. There is a little guy walking behind him. (Side note, He actually may not have been that short but, I'm 5'8 with but with heels?? I'm a force, I'm a pretty tall glass of water. So he looked short to me lol.) And of course I see him as a shorty because my guy (Not mine< lol) was literally 6'5 and basically an amusement park. I wanted to ride EVERY ride a couple of times. lmbo. I didn't want to wait in line either... #skiptheline

I wait until he walks up to me. (I'm probably grinning like the 16 year old Crystal from Jesse H. Jones High School in South Park, Texas.) My cheeks hurt because I feel like I cant control my smile.

I stand the same way I teach my students at the gym. Head up, Chest up, Chin up, Tummy tight. (Breathing confidence, embodying strength, and most importantly courage.)

We hug. (I notice his hands, soft but strong. He softly lets his hand slide just grazing over my ass, enough to notice, and enough to seem like an accident. I felt it bro, I liked it, and Im not gonna stop you.)

I introduce him to my homegirl.

I'm playing it cool, but my palms are sweaty.

(My feet are sweating too, I hate it when that happens)

We migrate to the entrance of the club, and then to bar, he buys a round.

Im standing behind him, but I have to get on my tip toes to see over him, and even then, I couldn't see, I had to peek around, American Express Black card. (show-off)

The energy in this place is crazy. (but they say, its the feel in this town.)

He and I slide to the dance floor. Were literally in a sea of HOT BODIES.

Lil John is the DJ... OK!?

We dance a little, and then say... Fuck this, its too crowded.. Lets head back to the bar.

We talk, the vibe is cool. At the end of the night, we hug, say we will link tomorrow, and go our separate ways.

Me and my girl make our way back to our room.

She tells me that she is NOT feeling his friend in ANY KIND OF WAY. (I knew this because she is one of those types who cant hide her true feelings because it shows on her face I'm really hoping she can "entertain" for the team, but she not feeling this shit.)

The elevator stops, She and I get off. We open the door with the key card, and immediately kick off our heels.

She says "SOOOO in a (sing-song) voice, What do you think? He seemed to be pleased with you."

Me: "Oh yeah he's cool, nice to finally meet him." (know what Im thinking, that m0ther F(uk@ fine as hell. Sheesh. I know in my mind, I want him, and I plan to have him before I go back to Houston. See, I am a woman at the age where I know what I want, even though I wasn't considering a full on relationship with the ninja, I knew physically he was what I wanted. He was intelligent, a sapio-sexual of sorts. (Gonna talk about that another day)

I slip in to my Wonder Woman night gown.

I Slip on my eye shade.

Tell my home girl goodnight....

I sink into the plush fibers of the hotel bed.

I let out a deep breath.

Day 1? Was a success.

I hear my phone chime.

I slide my eye shade up over one eye.