One night stand (Part 3, "The" final chapter)

So, we settle into our natural rhythms at home. In typical "girl" fashion, as much as I wanted to not be all "giddy" about the shit, I couldn't help it. I mean, I was literally floating on a cloud for a few days. When asked about the trip, that was all I could seem to focus on was that incredible day/night.

I knew my friend and I needed to have a conversation about what happened. I did NOT want to hear, the judgement. I didn't want to explain myself. I knew I was wrong for vanishing, and not communicating. I just feel like when she got that text from me, it should've been, "Ooh! girl you had me worried, I'm glad you're ok." but instead, it seemed to be an extremely angry situation and the only person who was upset was her. I avoided the conversation like the plague.

He and I chatted here and there.

No pressure.

We kept up with each other's vacations.

Sent random messages from time to time.

We decided it was time to see each other again.

I sent him some dates, and it was done.

I anticipated seeing him, again, and yeah I was nervous.

I was hoping that we'd be able to enjoy each others company again.

The fact was, other than the occasional phone convos, our relationship was truly stagnant.

There was so much time and space to entertain others, I can't say I was focused on him, but I really wasn't focused on anyone else really.

In the midst of all these stories of "Tales" I was healing and growing as a woman through each experience.

We continued to chat almost up until time for the trip.

About a week before, His conversation became few.

He seemed to be sipping on the "fcuk boy juice"

-- screening his calls -- ignoring me -- not responding to texts -- shit like that.

I continued to reach out, and due to the fact that I had already purchased my ticket, I was like. Im going out there regardless, if he does or doesn't answer when I get there, Im going to stay at a hotel, and I'll never reach out to him again. I'm bold like that, Ill have a whole trip in his town, and just enjoy myself lol.

I packed my bag, headed to the airport, and boarded my flight.

I sent him text. (No response)

I landed, powered my phone on. (No messages from him)

I got my luggage, took a seat in the airport, started looking for a hotel.

I sent him one more text before I booked the hotel, and rental car.

He responded, "On my way"

I sat there in the airport. Waiting...

A little anxious because he went ghost on me.

I was mentally prepared for whatever, but I would've gone so many other places in the world.

He pulls up. Bad ass car. (I've never been impressed by men with fancy cars, but more on our connection, and how you treat me ultimately.. fuck this car, I was irritated, but since he came to get me, I was gonna put my feelings aside, but I knew I would NEVER make this mistake again.)

He gets out of the car, he walks around, and he is injured. Badly.

I said, "Poor thing" but this could've easily been handled by a simple message.

Or, a quick conversation, so I honestly don't feel sorry for him.

He still looks as handsome as he did when I first saw him. Only thing seemed more bruised than his actual injury was his Ego. (I think the injury was making him feel less than a man)

But he is in a cast. I knew he had an injury at work, but I didn't know how bad.

Again, I don't feel sorry for him, were grownups, not only that one of the things I as most attracted to him for was his intelligence. (I don't think I ever told him that, but He was uber smart, and visually sexy, and well traveled, but he also stimulated my mind, so yeah, there was no FUCKING excuse.)

The tail gate lifted slowly, and he attempted to grab my bag, but I reassured him, that I could handle it. (especially with him in this physical state) I literally chunk my bag in the back of his truck, open my own door, and sit down.

The ride was a little awkward.

Only because I was trying to figure out, why he did this.

I was making small talk. (but I realized I put myself in this predicament because I was still hanging on to that nostalgic feeling we had, it was like a high. I've never had cocaine, but according to the shows on tv, and countless movies, they say its nothing like that first high, I guess I'd have to relate that to this situation. Maybe that feeling I had, I won't feel again, and like an addict, I was chasing that first high.)

We rode for a little while, he didn't live that far from the airport. We pull up to this gated community, there is a guard, and he has a gun around his back like its a purse, LMMFAO! The guy waves, and speaks casually, and were allowed admittance. (I'm thinking, no wonder he has a Black American Express card. lmao)

The lights from his car are definitely needed to light the way. Many of the homes in this neighborhood have those lights that make the home light up like the McCalisters's house only it wasn't Christmas, and I wasn't a "Wet Bandit" the way this vibe was going I don't think I'd be wet any time soon. Lol.

We pull up to a beautiful home, I know which one it is before stop because the garage is slowly going up as we approach. I comment, and say, "You have a really nice home" he says "thank you" he pulls in. I see his work shoes, as well as his yard equipment lined up neatly in his garage. He stops the car, I walk around the back to get my bag, and then follow him into his door leading to the inside of his house.

I step ONE foot inside the door, and he yells "Take your shoes off!" I was like damn bro, I've never been here before calm down. (but I remember his communication skills aren't the best, this is the same mofo, that couldn't say, Hey I know we decided you would come, but this really isn't a good time. So, never mind. lol. I jump back onto the pavement in the garage and slip off my shoes, he grabs them and puts them on his shoe rack. I step inside with my suitcase in hand, I place it on the floor, and roll it 5 inches. Yes 5 inches, He yelled, DON'T ROLL IT! NOT IN THE HOUSE CRAZY! (I quickly picked my carry-on UP off the Dark Brown Hard wood floors, and just stood there. At this point, I was afraid to make another move for fear of being yelled at.) I skimmed the room. I see his dining room, kitchen, living area, a set of stairs directly to my right, and a door that looks like the gateway to the master bedroom. I honestly had NO desire to go in there at this point. I just wanted to get some alone time, plug up my Iphone, Ipad, and take a hot shower, and relax.

I stood there in front of the garage door, until he gave me direction. I asked, "Where am I sleeping? Honestly, I was sleepy, I felt emotionally tired because of this emotional roller coaster, I let him put me on, and my sinuses were starting to show their ass. It was pitch black when we pulled into the neighborhood but I was sure there was some mean greenery outside that was trying to fuck with me. He took me to the guest room upstairs, I was relived because I needed some alone time to process what I was feeling about this man. I also needed to have a meeting with my Benadryl. lmbo. I popped one, (should've popped two) I went back downstairs bare-foot, and plopped down on his couch. I asked so, "We're here so whats up!" We chatted, watched movies, We drank wine, he gave me more details on what happened to him at his job. (He is one of those people that avoids serious conversations. I don’t know if he was like that with everyone, but he is like that with me....If I’ve ever asked him something serious he usually cowers away from it. Intelligent man, horrible communicator.) I began to feel drunk. (Damn, I forgot I popped that benadryl) I started to feel my eyes get heavy, and he had just started yet another movie. (I knew I wasn't going to make it. I believe I kissed him on his fore head, and I took my barefoot drunk ass upstairs to his guest bedroom. I turned on the light and tip toed around his office. I looked at all of his accomplishments from college, I looked at all of his incredible souvenir collection. (This room seemed to make him more human, almost likeable.) I tip toed around the room, and made my way to the bathroom. I see some magazines on the back of the toilet, they have some girls name. (OH LORD) I just hope whoever this broad is, does NOT live here, and is completed out the picture because I dont wat her to come up and through here tonight to strangle my ass in my sleep, because I knew I was gonna be in a deep drug infused sleep from the benedryl I was about to take. (damn, I had too many glasses of wine, maybe I shouldn't take one, Crap but If I don't take one, Ima be all messed up throughout the night, and thats exactly what happened) I stood up from the toilet, and took a shower. I stood in front of the mirror, My eyes were starting to swell as well the area around my nose. I knew the night ahead was going to be a real shit show. I turned the light off, and slipped into the bed.

I'm restless, I have now had to move the trash can next to the bed.

I'm coughing, sneezing, my eyes are watering. I'm blowing my nose and I'm still sleepy.

I look at my phone, and realize I've been asleep a few hours.. I should be ok to take some Benadryl now. I pop two. I lay there thinking, why the fuck did I come out here, I imagine counting sheep, but I always feel like its stupid. But I love the Serta sleep number sheep. I thought of them, and then I remember seeing them at the foot of the bed, and that was it.

Its morning.

I wake up and look to my left, there is a trashcan full of snot and mucus.

Its pretty frikkn disgusting there is a little blood in it too, that means I was hacking up some major cold throughout the night.

I stand up, stretch, I feel my glutes contract and then release, I go up on my toes, I can feel the pattern of the socks under my toes, I take a few steps forward, and look out the window.

Holy Fucking Moly. His house is on a Golf Course. (It was too dark, and I couldn't see it last night.) A golf course? All the houses that are on golf courses that I know of are in the 200 thousands, and up.

I open the blinds, to look out and see that it is a beautiful course, There are golfers up and at em already! Riding in their little crafty golfer outfits, and shoes. I put my hands on my hips, look down, and shake my head. This dude has a Black American Express card for a frikkn reason. sheesh.

I look down, and see beautiful trees, (beautiful muthafuckas that have my sinuses doing the fool, and greenery that has this trash can full of made up mucus in one frikkn night.)

I walk into the bathroom, rub the wall for the light. (I just hope I don't have any oil or grease on my hands from my hair, that would leave a mark, he may see it and say, this wasnt here before you came, lordy lordy.)

I stand in front of the mirror and see my swollen face.

I'm in a grey short onesie, and Thigh Socks with blue trim.

My thighs fit into the socks well, but it always looks as if they are bursting out a bit at the top. It isn't that They're too small, Im just thick in the thighs. It is what it is...

I grab the trashcan so I can dispose of it properly before he sees it or has ANYTHING to say. I've already gotten fussed at I don't want to get in anymore trouble. LMMFAO

I walk out of the room, to head down stairs, and he's sitting there in the game room (which is right outside my room) watching CNN. I say "Well Good Morning!" He says it back. I ask him how'd he sleep. I found a spot to curl up, on his big oversized couch. He was sitting there reclining. I walked in front of the TV to my spot, I never turned to look at him, I didn't know if he was looking at me or not. We watched a bit of TV (Internally I craved coffee, I needed something hot to sooth my throat) We talked a bit about current events, and we settled on watching Anthony Bourdain.

(I think to myself, oh crap, I need to get rid of that bag.. Oh hell, Ill just throw it away when he isn't paying attention.)

We talk a little bit about the town, and he tells me its basically a ghost town. It's a military town. Contrary to popular belief, I know not all military towns are made up of tattoo parlors, payday lenders, strip clubs, and used car dealerships. Many are bustling locales with good food, a vibrant nightlife, and insane views of America's stunning landscapes.

He seemed to NOT want to me to experience it because this injury had his body physically bruised, but it also bruised his ego. I had some time to think about it when I was alone. You see, studies say that if you want to really get to know who someone is, get to know them when they are sick. Studies say that sometimes when men are sick they treat the women in their lives horribly. They manipulate them, and sometimes treat them with contempt.

Granted, I wasn't his "woman" but I was a woman who looked at him in a certain light, I don't want to say "idolized" but I saw him as a strong man, and due to the fact that he was suffering from a severe injury it chipped at his "strength" a little bit, which I believe brought out this "mean" snappy side of him.

We decided to get out for a bit. I didn't even care to be cute because I didn't think we were going to go anywhere. I threw on something in my bag, we headed out into the town. I felt like I was on a tour with a guide. He slightly insulted me because I didn't know how to let the windows down in his fancy car. I reached for the door (which is where most cars have the window letter upper downer, lmao) But In his car, It was in the middle console. He said, "Stop acting like you've never been in a BMW before." (At the moment, I missed my Paid Off Nissan Altima, I knew where all the shit was inside of it too, lol) I said in my head "Shut the fuck up you stupid motherfucker, lmAO" Outloud I said, "Oh, Its been a while.." Finally got the window down. We stopped by a local Target, picked up some things he needed, and then we hit this area that reminded me of Pearland Town Center. There were shops littered up and down the sidewalks. Plenty of families, soldiers, and just people out enjoying the weather. His voice served as the background to my thoughts wandering. I thought how sad it must be to live a life lonely and being mean as fuck. I though about how happy I was as a person, and how I felt nothing but sadness for him, when I was around him for this trip. I started to think there must be something deeper, because the way he's treating me has absolutely nothing to do with me. He continues to tell me about the town, history, and ins and odds, of living in a military town.

We decide we’re hungry and decide to grab some Chinese food. I decided to treat him for letting me crash at his pad, and I pull out my Wallet from Sam Moon to pay for OUR food, and he says, What kind of wallet is that? (in a "thats so cheap kinda way" (Mind you, I absolutely love this little $20 wallet from Sam Moon, lol.) I said, um, its something I use to hold my money (while I'm thinking in my head, this is one of the rude-est, stupidest, dumb assholes I’ve ever met. (I cursed him out in my head in true Southern Fashion, with a smirk on my face, but I'm starting to think he cant help it, this injury has him in a bad headspace.)

We get our food and head back to the crib. Im not gon' lie we had a pretty nice evening. We talked, he had the blinds open, so I could look out on the golf course until the sun started to leave us. We left the house to go to the club house for cocktails, and convo with a few of the golfers who were hanging around. He knew a few folks so I though that was reassuring. I thought to myself, "The asshole can make friends.. good for him" I ordered something strong to help me fade quickly. (and yes I was still taking benadryl every four hours to keep my sinuses in check. We went back to the house, and talked, and sipped wine.

We ended up cuddling on the couch, my feet were tucked under his arms, and his feet were on both sides of my face. They weren't pedicured, but they were nice, and they didnt stink, so I didnt mind rubbing them. I did that until the alcohol started to take over. (I’m honestly a great woman, because of the way my father taught me, so Despite his asshole nature there is still good in me, I just realize that every man you meet doesn’t deserve the good in you) We had Anthony Bourdain episodes going on the tube, until we both fell asleep. He woke me up and said, Lets get to bed, I stood up prepared to make my trek to the bedroom upstairs, he invited me into the master. I was just hoping I took enough Benadryl to keep my sinuses in check. We got into bed, but there was no cuddling going on because of this god-awful cast on his body. I finally fell asleep only to be awaken by him saying, "You're snoring" I said "I don't snore" (I said it before I realized it may cause him to wonder how I knew this. I knew this because of dudes I'd spent the night with who told me I was a sound sleeper. I repeated, "I don't snore.." He said, "well, you are tonight. " I thought to myself (damnit, the Benadrly was working but I was having a hard time breathing through my nose, which caused me to snore.) I know it was a troublesome sound to him because he too was hopped up on medication for the pain, caused by his injury, and it was causing him not to sleep, he woke me up twice. The second time, I got up and went upstairs so I could snore in peace, besides I was annoyed that he was annoyed with my snoring. lol. I went upstairs with a quickness, and went back to sleep, I stripped down butt naked, and slept in his guest room with nothing on, not even socks. (the same way I sleep at home) If I was snoring, I was doing it in peace, butt naked, and I wasn't bothering him, and he wasn't bothering me.

I'm awake again, its morning, I figured I go sneak into his bed and cuddle with him. I went down stairs, and he was sitting on the couch already. I said "Good Morning, He said I was waiting on you to wake, I'm going to make you breakfast. I said really now?? Shocked because he seemed almost human, and sort of "pleasant" He said, yeah, I just didn't want you to wake up and I was gone, so I'm going to go to the grocery store, and I'll be back.

I was thinking this crazy man is going to leave me alone in his house??? He really is crazy. lol. While he was gone, I packed my things because I was leaving today. I had mixed emotions, because he started to come around now that it was time for me to leave. The sliver of humanity he showed made me want to give him another chance. However, I was sort of ready to go home, so I could relax completely. While he was gone, I sent him a text for him to let me know when he was coming back. I wanted to be able to go outside and help him with the groceries, but I also needed a heads up because I was going to sit on his beautifully crafted deck outside his house, allergies and all. I took a benadryl, and opened the back door, The alarm beeped, I froze in my steps to make sure it wasn't the wrong alarm but only an alert for a door being ajar. It stopped immediately, (Whew. it was just the alert) I sat out there on the deck enjoying the view. The golfers waved. I returned the favor. I was in such a place of peace, and I realized in this time, that I accepted him for being who he was. He was broken because of his injury, and it would've been better for both of us if he would've just rescheduled. I didn't pressure him in any way, so I didn't understand the bullshit.

He comes back, and introduces me to a new type of "meat" popular from where he grew up. I assisted him in the cooking because I knew I had two hands, and I've cooked many breakfast's for many of my friends who spent the night, as well as dudes who made the cut of actually coming to my house and making it though the night. Of course he had to stand over me, but we were able to successfully cook the food together. It was satisfying. We settled into the couch again, until it was time for me to head to the airport.

I went upstairs zipped my bag,

Carried it down stairs, I did not roll the shit. lmao.

I put my shoes on, IN the garage.

He took me to the airport, we hugged, and I was up, up, and away.

(no, we didn't have sex. none at all)

Time passe...

I left work on my lunch break to run to the bank.

I got a call from him.

I sat in my car, listening to the hum of the air-conditioning,

when I felt it vibrate between my legs.

I answer, He proceeds to tell me he is moving to Houston.

I said, "Wow, really!?" He said yeah its a good chance, I have a great opportunity there.

A few months later, he tells me he is passing through the Woodlands, and is headed to his new apartment. A rush of emotions comes over me, not that I wanted my life to change because of him, but I felt this would've/may have been a good opportunity for us to get to know each other better.

We hang a few times, I guess my actions showed that I wanted more, and he told me that he really really wanted to focus his energy on this new great opportunity. So I backed off. I gave him his space to focus on this new endeavor. I didn't call, I didn't pressure him to hang out, I truly respected and trusted him, and in all of this, I entertained others, I lived my life, I traveled, I was happy... I'm still happy... i gave him the space he said he needed...

And you know what happened???

This....... (click to find out....)