Truth is, I began watching him, too; how he interacted with everyone around us. He had a wonderful of humor. He was so mannerly, such a complete gentleman. I’d never thought he was my cup of tea … nothing personal, I just never dated a man who had a dark complexion. I liked milk in my tea … liked my tea the way I liked my man … Hot, fresh, and light. It was at that moment I decided why tea? Why not a good stiff cup of black coffee? HMMMMM! That was a refreshing thought. After all, I was really enjoying his company.
Before long, others who were brave enough to take me on, were standing around waiting for their shot at me. I was lining folks up and knocking ‘em down! Nobody could get me off the table. I’d noticed that he’d come and stand next to me as I waited for the next rack, or between shots. We were getting to know each other quite well, and having a good time doing it. It was indeed a good night. After about three hours of play, I forfeited my winner’s stick; it was time to find a change of scenery.
“Let’s go dancing,” I suggested. “I feel like dancing.”
We walked in the next club and headed straight for the dance floor. He sure knew how to dance … put me to shame, too! I’d always been a great dancer! Now, across from him, I wasn’t so sure. He was so smooth the way he moved. He had footwork I had never seen before. We had so much fun! We laughed and danced and danced some more. Before we knew it, it was 2 a.m. Time for the club to close. I didn’t want the night to end … and I could tell he didn’t either.
“Where would you like me to drop you off ?”
Before I knew it, I said, “I wanna go with you.”
My response must have sent him into shock … he had been trying for the longest time to take me out on a date, and I kept refusing him simply because he wasn’t light enough. How shallow is that?
