"Is the movie theater the only place you ever meet guys?"
This was the question that was posed to me by one of my co-workers. It's starting to seem that way. In my own defense, for all intents and purposes, that's not my intentions when I go to the movies alone, midnight releases or otherwise. I meet guys in everyday life, too, or rather at work, but sadly, the options seem limited and confined to those two places.
Enter "Red".
Red, known as such because he takes his "rednecking" and "cowboyism" seriously, is an action movie junkie like myself. So, the night of the midnight release of a very good and popular movie, I get off work at my primary job, head home to take a shower, and get to the theater, only to discover that lots of other "action junkies" had already filled the auditorium, leaving a handful of seats. One of those seats happened to be arm-to-arm with a cutie that was very easy to see in the dark cinema. And it appeared that he was alone. A mere empty seat to his right (on the aisle), one to his left, and then a set of persons. My options for seating were limited, I had my cinnamon pretzel in one hand, my refilled loyalty cup in the other, and needed to hurry and sit down before the previews finished. Let me take this time to mention that since I'm proud of how the "new me" is taking shape (weightloss-wise), I'd taken the liberty of purchasing some short shorts, and decided to wear them that night. I looked cute. Anyways, one of the last previews was quickly coming to an end, and I noticed the aisle seat next to "cutie". I sauntered up the steps, asked him if that seat was taken, he confirmed it was not, and I asked if I could sit there. He agreed, not really paying much attention to me as he was talking. He was into the preview for the action movie being advertised. It was at that point that I noticed how cute he was. I awkwardly tried to balance letting the seat down with the hand that held my pretzel, grazing his leg with it in the process. I apologized profusely, which he quietly laughed off and told me "awe, you're alright".
I finally managed to sit down, dignity in tact, and yes, I crossed my leg, giving him better visual of all the thigh I had to offer. In my periphreal, I caught him glancing at my leg out of the corner of his eye, and he slightly shifted to make room on the shared arm rest for me. I turned to him, thanked him, and told him that I was ok, I'd invaded his space, and he could get as comfortable as he wanted. He returned that offer with a smile, and fully placed his arm back on the rest. I took my time eating my pretzel, one, not wanting to pig out in front of this cutie, and two, wanting to give him an extended version of me licking my fingers after every so-many bites. The pretzel was finally gone, I was working on my drink, the premiere was well underway, and even though it was an attention holding movie, I noticed he'd glance in my direction, and at my legs, which I'd take turns crossing, every once in a while. His attempts at being inconspicuous were out the door. I didn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that I was catching this, but at a few of the funny parts in the movie, I'd graze his shoulder with my hand, laughing, then apologize for touching him...again, which he'd dismiss with "awe, you're alright". Good. I have his attention.
Movie over. I normally wait it out until after the credits to see if there will be any bonus features for a sequel movie, so that's nothing new for me. What shocked me was he sat there and waited, too. The theater was emptying during that time, and a handful of people remained. Should I go for it?
"Man, that was awesome! What I really like is that one of the toughest s.o.bs in the movie shares my name".
Ice Breaker.
"Oh, really?"
I've got his attention.
"Yeah. Gotta have an appreciation for this movie. It was better than the first one if you ask me."
"Yeah. It was. Alot more action in this one."
Conversation starter.
We introduced ourselves and sat there talking about the movie [and a few other things, like the fact that he was moving to Texas in the near future for a new job (he's a welder)] until the lights came back up, and we realized that the cleaning crew was anxious for us to leave. I don't blame them. It was almost 2 a.m. and they were probably ready to go home. We laughed about that fact walking out. As we exited, I noticed the buff under his snug-fitting t-shirt, the thickness under his nice fitting jeans, and the square cowboy boots. Nice. Ladies love country boys. I kinda picked up on that part of him from his country-like accent. He was only missing the cowboy hat, which he wore a baseball cap that night. Outside of the theater I turned on my famous smile, told him it was nice meeting him, wished him a good night, and turned to walk away when I heard behind me
"So, you got any plans right now?"
Yep. Got him.
I turned back to walk towards him.
"Well, I have to be at work at noon, so I've gotta head home to bed."
"Oh. Okay then. Well, what about when you get off work?"
"I tell you what, do you have a phone?"
He hurried to pull the massively cracked-screen phone out of his pocket. I laughed.
"Yeah. You really are hard on your phone, aren't you?"
He gave a nervous laugh as he typed my number in. I gave one last smile, walked off, and glanced behind me, only to see that he was watching me. Yep. He's interested. No sooner did we part and I was making my way to my car when I get a text "Hey, this is Red. I just wanted to put my number in your phone. You have a good night." AHA! So the shorts did it! I'm a crafty one, aren't I?! I text him back thanking him for the well wish, and letting him know I'd lock his number in, thinking that would be the end of it. Not so. As I'm driving, I receive another text. "So, what time do you get off?" Dang, anxious much? We text back and forth for all of 2 hours before I finally told him I was going to get some sleep. He reluctantly wished me a good night, but not before we'd locked in plans to hang out that night when I got off work. He was such a gentleman about it..wanting me to make all the plans as to where we'd go and what we'd do, giving the reasoning that he wanted me to be comfortable with whatever we did that night. I hadn't been on a "date" date in so long! I was excited when I got to work that afternoon, grinning from ear-to-ear, and asking a few co-workers what's the best date venue for a true redneck. Being that I work with a few of them, I got lots of suggestions (like a popular country b-b-que place), among others. I think my co-workers were a quite a bit happy for me because they know I'd sworn off dating and my attitude hadn't necessarily been on point in recent. He was constantly texting me throughout the day, asking how it was going, confirming our plans for that evening, and seeing if I'd come up with any ideas. We finally decided on Buffalo Wild Wings. I wanted to meet somewhere between him and me (he lives almost an hour out of the city..didn't want him too inconvenienced in case the date went south. I DO have a heart), he was insistant that he'd come closer to me, but at my persistance, we agreed to meet at one of the restaurants in the middle. My work day couldn't be over fast enough, and I was in a better mood than I'd been in in a long while. Even the customers noticed, because one of them made a comment "you're in a good mood today". Wow. How would a total stranger know if I'm not like this all the time? Sad to think about it. Maybe they're a regular that I've just never noticed or paid attention to before. Who knows. Who cares.
Most of our deliveries arrive first thing in the mornings, few of which I see since I'm normally gone from my night shift (I work a day shift every couple of weeks) when majority of them arrive, so when I got a "manager to receiving" call half-way through my shift, I was baffled. I hate checking in vendors, and from what I deducted from when I arrived, Coke was the only one that hadn't been there that day. Shit. Oh, well, though. I'm in a decent mood, let me check them in and get the rest of this shit done so I can get the hell out of this place and get to Red.
I wasn't expecting what I got when I let the receiving gate up. The prettiest crystal blue eyes attached to a sexy vision of masculinity in a Coke uniform putting out a cigarette. Damn he's gorgeous. No ring on the finger. This one's mine. Some other black guy was with him, holding the dolly up trying to keep all those 12-packs balanced.
"Late, eh? Not only that, but how dare you show up smoking a cigarette when I'm in desperate need of one?!"
The blue eyes smiled. Did I say "gorgeous"?
"You want one?"
"Naa. Thanks, though. Just hurry up. Y'all are late, and I've got other stuff to do".
Laughing and apologies from both guys, along with explanation of training the black guy for my store's route.
Of course I was flirting my ass off, very unsubtley, might I add. I noticed his name on his badge, "Trent", and made a point of letting him know what I thought about his eyes. The eyes smiled again, he thanked me, and tried, unsuccessfully, to make it unnoticeable that he was enjoying my flirting. Ha. As they were leaving, I just so happened to need to put the trash out, so I quickly found a piece of paper, wrote my name and number on it, hand it to him and told him to use it. There's that smile again.
The rest of my day breezed by, not only anticipating my upcoming date that night, but also wondering if Trent would ever contact me. Both instances would work themselves out.
To say my night with Red was wonderful would be an understatement. We drank, we talked, we laughed, we drank some more (him managing to kill off a bucket of Coors, I barely managed 4 BudLight Limes, and a few sips of some other mixed drink he'd wanted me to try), we closed BWW down. I hadn't drank like that since Nebraska, and I was buzzed off my ass..even on this weak-ass 3 point Oklahoma bullshit. It was the mixed drink that did it, I'm sure. After the restaurant staff managed to get us out of there, we took a stroll across the bridge of a nearby pond. I damned sure didn't trust driving until I knew I was sober enough to do so, and inspite of his numerous stories of evading DUI stops, I didn't want him to do that on my time. I don't want ANYONE doing it on ANY time, but sure as hell not when they're dealing with me. I'd managed to avoid asking Red how old he was, because looking at him closer, he has a baby face, complete with traces of a beard, but his talk was of mature nature. Way beyond his years. He's obviously old enough to be served alcohol, but shit, just how old is the guy? I was gonna have to find out eventually, bracing myself for the inevitable.
"So, I've tried not to ask, but I just have to know, how old ARE you?"
He smiles. What followed was NOT an answer I was anticipating. 13 YEARS YOUNGER THAN ME!! Hot FUCKING damn!! Right then, I stumbled, not only from the inebriation, but also from the shear realization that I am now considered what I'd dreaded...I'M A FUCKING COUGAR!! How the fuck can this be happening when I've got a ways to go before I'm 40?? I mean, it seems that since Sven and I broke up, I'd been attracting these guys that put me in "puma" territory left and right, and I was (semi) fine with that, but fuck it all away, I'm no longer a "C.I.T." (Cougar In Training..a.k.a "puma"), I'm a bonafide, to the core, flat out COUGAR!! SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!
Red asked me what was wrong..I guess when my head immediately dropped, it was obvious. He had no idea I was my age. As a matter of fact, he guessed me 7 years younger than I am. I'll take that, but the reality is this is some fucked up shit. I'm a fucking cradle robber for real. He assured me that the age difference meant nothing to him (he told me he'd taken one of his buddy's mom out on dates..in his defense, I guess he was reaching for consolation), but it means something to me. Oh, well, R. I was enjoying myself, so I figured no need in letting that put a dent in the night that I was having. Although it did put a massive curve on my thoughts, he'd been such a gentleman (he's close to his mom, and has 3 older sisters), no use in letting what started off right go sour just because of a little thing called "age". We continued to walk and talk, me moreso wishing my own sobriety so I could go home and cry, and then he surprised me. We stopped on the bridge, and right about then, it started to drizzle. For anyone that's dealt with a black woman, you know majority of us wear weave, this was such a time..one of my good ponytails to boot. I brought the drizzle to his attention and told him that weave and rain don't mix. He spun me around to where my back was against the bridge, took his cap off, put it on my head smiled and said "there. Better?". What the hell is this kid trying to do? Make me fall for him or something? That did it. I was caught up at that moment from that small guesture. Let it be known that even the simplest, smallest things can mean the most. Suddenly, I didn't see him as a "baby" anymore. Right at that minute, his age meant nothing, and his actions meant everything. He must've known he'd struck a positive chord with me, because as the rain started coming down a little harder, he leaned in an kissed me. Just like that. Didn't ask, didn't hesitate, just did it. And what a kiss it was. I even went so far as to wrap my arms around his neck.
We eventually made our way back to where we were parked. By that time, BWW was totally dark, and the parkinglot was pretty much empty. We watched the last of the employees leave, the rain was back to a light drizzle, he turned on the radio in his car (country music, of course), grabbed me, we began slow dancing, and he laid another one of those kisses on me. For just that moment, I felt like a real princess in a fairytale, complete with magical night and all. Dancing in the rain. Why oh why couldn't this "knight" be older? I managed to sober up enough to go home, and told him as much. Neither of us wanted the night to end, but reluctantly, we parted. He called me not long after we parted letting me know how much he enjoyed the night and couldn't wait to see me again. Yes, the hesitation factor was there on my part, but this little boy was winning me over. Not to mention the fact that I could "feel" what he had to offer through those fitted jeans of his when he was leaning against me. If worst came to worst, I could get a good fuck out of him. Afterall, he'd be leaving soon anyway, so what have I got to lose?
Red and I kept in constant contact for the next few days. I had forgotten about Trent, until I got a text from an unknown number.
"Hey. What's up"
Who the fuck is this? And I asked that very question.
"Haha. Damn how many people you give your number to?"
Okay, whoever this is, he's not very smooth, and so far, I'm not impressed.
"Not many, that's why I have no idea who this is. If I did, I wouldn't be asking. And obviously your number isn't programmed into my phone."
"I have blue eyes"
Okay, I couldn't forget those eyes, so I knew instantly who it was. Damn. We text back and forth for a bit before he became a dullard to me. I almost just said "fuck it" with him, because he lost my attention with the way he talked in his texts, but then I began to think that Red will be leaving soon, and I still need a fuck buddy. If nothing else, I'll humor him for the time being just to see if he's worth even that, and if not, fuck him. The more we text, the more I realized just how young Trent probably is. Right about now, I don't give a shit. I'm better off not knowing, whether for just a fuck buddy or otherwise. My damned recent track record is a disappointment anyway, so who gives a shit.
All I know is I have Red on the brain, and I'm not happy about it. We locked in a time to hang out again, and when that day came, you already know what my agenda was. No drinks, no nothing. Just straight fucking. Give him something to remember me by. Boy, did I. He made me smile when he told me that I should have warned him about how experienced I am with pleasing a man, cause I fucked his head up (yes, he said those words). I guess that was a compliment. He also said he could get attached to me. Okay, THAT'S not good. But I guess it doesn't matter since he's moving. He'll meet another Texas girl that will rock his world, and hopefully she'll be closer to his age. I was impressed with the fact that I wasn't a guinnea pig for him, though. He says he'd dated black women before..I don't know if I necessarily believe that, but whatever. It doesn't matter. We've made plans to hang out a few more times before he leaves (in the very near future), both of our work schedules willing. He's been blowing up my phone like I'm the only person on earth he has to text. I'm actually kinda enjoying the attention while it lasts.
Trent is another story. During our intial text session, after I realized he would serve no other purpose for me, I made it clear to him that I'm not looking for a relationship, just a fuck buddy..or as I worded it, a "special friend". He hesitated with a response to that text, but when he did, he said he was ok with that. We'll see if it even ever gets to that level. We've made tentative plans to hang out within the next couple of days, if I even feel like being bothered with him when the time comes. So far, I'm not putting any eggs in that basket.
Oh, and guess who's been blowing up my phone? None other than mister Justin himself. Long story short on that, because I was unwilling to committ to a relationship, he'd gone and found another girl to date. When he told me about her, I cut communication (like I've said, I don't disrespect other women like that), against his pleas (and constant texts) to keep in contact. That explained the situation of the texting at my house, and his sudden want to "just be friends without feeling like we have to have sex all the time". And, it explaind the "issues" he'd suddenly started having. Now, he's single again after only a few weeks (like I didn't see that coming) of being in his version of a "relationship" with that girl, and has been getting on my nerves wanting to hang out, in his words "as just friends"..IF that's all I want. I told him that I'd think about it. I don't really know if I want to deal with him again...on that level, or any level for that matter. I'm kinda burned out on Justin. We'll see, though. Red's leaving, Trent may not pan out, and I'll eventually need some dick. He's left the door open with "if that's what I want", so I know what he's thinking...he's missing this pussy. Ha! I figured he would, and he was all along, that's why he kept texting me after I specifically told him that since he had a girlfriend there was no reason for us to communicate. I just stopped responding to his texts. That didn't stop him from texting, though.
I've also had quite a few other people come out of the wood work..some I hadn't heard from in...damn..."who the fuck is this texting me?" time frame. I really don't know what's going on. Is it the fall season approaching that's got anxiety levels peaking, or is it just "one of those things" where this is happening to me all of a sudden?
You know I can't leave the story like that..there's always more, but I've got things to do today, so I'll have to finish on another post. You're probably tired of reading anyway. I'll give you a sneak preview, though, it has to do with my deciding that I may want to pro-create afterall, and undergo that process with DNA that I know will mesh well with mine. I've got a few guys I've thrown the bone out to pertaining to that, and gotten positive responses...next post, my faithfuls...next post.
