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2009-10-23 - Friday, September 11: Me, Glenn and Them Heauxs
2009-10-21 - Thursday, September 10: Donuts, Chocolate Milk and Trash
2009-10-20 - Wednesday, September 9: Happily Ever After
2009-10-19 - Tuesday, September 8: Liquids.
2009-10-16 - Monday, September 7: Holding Hands.
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2009-10-21
11:17 PM
Thursday, September 10: Donuts, Chocolate Milk and Trash
Thursday, September 10
Y’all won’t believe this. All that talk of not letting me go to the gym so I wouldn’t wake him… So I wouldn’t disturb his sleep… so I wouldn’t leave him and this man is a Snooze Button Fool.
aarrrgghhh!
For every time the alarm went off, he would grumble, hit snooze and pull me tighter. It was almost cute if his phone alarm wasn’t so damn annoying.
Finally, he got up. He leaned over to kiss me, and was gone. I made sure that I heard him lock the bottom lock then I swung myself out of bed.
I had a plan.
He had told me on several different occasions that he loved donuts. Donuts and chocolate milk are his weakness. Now, since I am used to being up and at the gym at obscene hours of the morning, I planned to run to the donut shop and get him his favorite: one glazed, one cinnamon roll and chocolate milk. I was going to leave it tied up and hanging on his front door knob and then take my butt back to bed.
That little $2.36 was going to pay out so big.
:::
When I got home, I sent him a text so he wouldn’t think that some random stranger left a bag on his door knob and throw it out.
Mia: Babe… I left a little something for you on your door knob. Just wanted to make sure your first day back started right. *kisses*Sucker. (And how much do I love when he says ‘gal’ – it slays me every time.)Glenn: You are an amazing gal, Mia. Thank you for the wonderful gesture. Have a great day.
:::
We spent the entire day texting. He told me how much work had accumulated while he had been out grieving. I told him about the tickets I was looking for – to the football games, for flights to the football game.
He called me Pretty Girl. Several times.
I love when he calls me Pretty Girl.
And then, at 10:40 AM:
Glenn: Just had an episode at my desk. Tryna get my head in the game. Some days are better than others.Later that day I called to check up on him while I was on my way to have Chinese with Di. I asked Glenn if he wanted me to bring something home for him. He told me what he liked as Di and pulled up in the parking lot.Mia: Babe? Episode? I know there is truly nothing I can do… but I am here for you.
Glenn: I try to cover it up and seem normal around you but it is still hard. Its just that some days are better than others, Mia. Your fondness of me and support is not going unnoticed. Thanks mami.
Mia: I would never tell you how to grieve but I wish you didn’t feel you had to cover up anything around me. But do whatever is best for you.
Glenn: That’s why I have been smoking more than usual lately. It keeps me numb.
Mia: I hate that I can’t take your pain from you…
We had just poured our tea when I got another text:
Glenn: If I needed a place to stay for awhile, can I count on you? Not trying to freak you out; my living situation is fine. I just wanna know.The thing is that I think that the happy face was an attempt to let me know the ‘u-oh’ was joking, but I still did not care for it. I called him and in a very terse voice asked him just what the hell that was supposed to mean. Maybe – just maybe – given the fact that it was his first day back at work, given the fact that he said he’d had an episode, given the fact that he did try to include the smiley face… maybe I shouldn’t have come at him so hard.Mia: Babe, you know you can count on me for anything. Just be careful of me. You know I have feelings for you and I’m becoming attached.
Glenn: Uh oh. :)
But with his back up against my emotional wall, he gave it back to me as good as I was giving it – reminding me that I was aware of his situation, had always been aware of it, that he had never lied to me or made any promises, that he was in the middle of an highly emotional charged situation himself.
Ugh.
I wasn’t so much mad that I had done it as much as I was mad how I had done it. I hated the tension between us. I hated being called Mia, instead of Pretty Girl. I hated that that I had let my emotions run me, instead of approaching it when I had a cooler head.
And I learned a very valuable lesson. This man was not going to let me get away with just anything. Miles will kinda let me have my emotional tantrums as long as I am more or less respectful. He will listen to me and let me go till I run out of steam. Not Glenn. He was going to give as good as he got.
That was something for the metal rolodex.
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An hour later, the yuckiness between us was too much for me to bear. Since the first day he had rubbed my legs he had been pressuring me to get a tattoo – since I was a ‘virgin’… no ink marred the expanse of my skin. He said that my skin was the perfect color (read: light bright) and had been lobbying to take me to the shop himself.
So to dispel the yuckies, I sent him a completely unrelated text. I learned a long time ago… I think with OM – though it was reinforced by Miles – men will let things go. Or normal men will let things go. Just keep it pushing. I probed to see if Glenn was going to act ‘normal’:
Mia: Remember my home girl from the pool showed us her first tattoo? She already wants another one and she is pressuring me to get one. Ack! Peer pressure.And he does always rub my head. But with these curls, by the time he stops rubbing my hair looks crazier than crazy. It never fazes him, though, he rubs as my eyes fight to stay open, and when they lose the battle he pulls me close and holds me.Glenn: You better do it! You didn’t feel like looking for something last night. When are you really planning to get one?
Mia: I’m scared!!! Next time we’ll look, okay?
Glenn: I will hold your hand and rub your head like I always do.
Damn him!
Mia: Babe! You’re gonna rub my head and make me look crazy in the shop? That’s sweeter than cotton candy!After that he told me that he was going to watch football with his cousins after work but he would come by before he went home to get his food. I was a little disappointed because I wanted to eat with him but after the emotional day we’d had, I thought it was best just to let things go.Glenn: Yep! Just like I always do and you love it.
Mia: Guilty as charged! I do love it. And I got your food.
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He showed up after the football game and wanted to eat there, with me, looking disappointed when I told him that I had already eaten.
I set him up with a tv tray and though he protested, I started puttering around the kitchen warming things up for him. He wanted to do it because he thinks I am always doing everything for him. But I wanted to do it because… I like to. It makes me happy. I shoo’d him to his seat.
He sat on the ottoman and ate while I sat on the love seat, watching him. I love to watch men eat – especially something that I cooked or brought for them.
When he was done we started dreaming our Happily Ever After, again. Where would you put your computer, I wanted to know. He looked around the room and pointed to the corner where I kept my movies. I cringed, but let him dream. I asked him if he ever thought about me and he told me that he thinks about me all the time. He asked me how I felt about our situation. Very honestly I told him that I felt like my boyfriend had a girlfriend. He smiled ruefully at me. He told me that the relationship was in name only, that he hadn’t seen her and barely talked to her. He said that it was only a matter of time before it ended. He said he was very good at reading signs and that he had started praying that God send him a woman with no kids who believed in God and went to church.
You know I had to look at him a little incredulously after that.
“Babe. I don’t think you’re as good at reading signs as you think you are…”Even he had to laugh at that. I felt like we’d had enough serious talk so I changed the subject, telling him about the flights and tickets I’d found. There was actually a game in northern California that we could make a road trip of.
He liked that option.
“Its just that… I’ve… I’ve never been on a plane before….”I started to laugh. I couldn’t help it. This poor boy… who had he been dating that he’d never taken a vacation that included a plane?
“Oh, baby, we have so much to do. We have trips to take, and places to go, and planes to get on…”With that, still giggling, I got up and moved the tv tray and kneeled in front of him, laying my head in his lap. He began rubbing my head, rubbing the hair off my neck and away from my face.
I don’t know how long we’d been like that before I said:
“I could stay here forever…”There was some kissing after that and then it was time for him to go home. We fought over who was going to clear his plates and ended up each taking half.“Forever is a long time,” he told me.
“I know.”
“Do you want this in the trash or garbage disposal,” he asked about the scraps of food on the plate.I started to put the dishes in the sink and out of the corner of my eye I saw him pulling the trash bag out of the container.“Throw it in the trash. I’ll take it out in the morning.”
I don’t know why it was that tiny action that did it for me. At that very moment I started to fall in love…
He tied the top of the bag into a knot, then looked at me, challenging me to say something about it. I just smiled, took his free hand and led him to the door.
We kissed and kissed and kissed at the front door. For the hundredth time he reminded me that if I ever needed him, if the boogie man was going to get me – anything, then he was right downstairs and could be there in twenty seconds.
I kissed him again, then pushed him out the door telling him that if he didn’t leave immediately, I wasn’t going to let him leave at all.
He smiled that sexy smile at me, and I shut the door, leaning against it.
He had me with the trash bag.