Wednesday, January 28th, 2009 - 6:35 PM
Night swiftly descended as I drove to work. Tonight wasn't any different than any other night. Same old routine ... or so I thought.
I pulled into the garage, breathing a sigh of relief that my parking space hadn't been invaded by my day shift counterpart. I leaped from my car, surprisingly elated to be at work early and eager to get the night over with. I hurried across the street to the building, swiped my access card and entered.
Several custodial staff members roamed around, mopping and vacuuming while I clocked in. I hurried upstairs, donned my lab coat and rushed down to the lab. After retrieving the requisitions for cytology, I set to work and called up my boyfriend, anticipation oozing from every pore.
We are currently amid a two week non-voluntary hiatus. Simply put, he’s out of town on business and is the longest duration apart from one another.
The phone rang.
He answered, "Hello?"
"Hey ..." I responded breathlessly.
"What's goin' on?"
"Not much, was thinking about you and missing you ... how was your day?"
We volleyed back and forth, detailing our occupational and academic adventures. The sounds of the couriers and drivers continuously trudging in did little to dampen my spirit and excitement over hearing his voice. Prior to calling him, I had spent a great deal of the day attempting to jailbreak my iPhone. Needless to say, I didn't have much success. I came to the realization that I was once again becoming green-eyed over his prison-broke phone. So I told him I had a confession.
"What's wrong? Is everything okay?" he asked.
"Well, it's nothin' serious baby. I was just admitting I had another green-eyed moment. And I know you'll roll your eyes but you know I'm working on that!"
"Mmmm-hmmm," he droned playfully.
I confessed my thoughts and waited for his reaction.
He chuckled and began to say something just as the phone disconnected.
I immediately placed my work to the side, picked up my phone and dialed him back. The ringer buzzed a few times in my ear and then I heard him pick up.
"What happened?" he inquired.
"No idea ... damn AT&T!" I huffed angrily as I continued combing through the lab requisitions.
"So did you hear the last thing I said?"
"No"
He hesitated. "Oh, oh ... good then!"
"Um, what'd you say? I won't get upset, just talk to me," I assured him, secretly fearing he was upset about my uncontrollable envious personality.
"Well, I started laughing and said 'that's why I love you', even when you're green-eyed!"
He paused.
“Wow, I can’t believe I just said that ... I haven’t said that to anyone in a long, long time baby ... since I was in college. I just can’t believe I said that!”
My heart fluttered a few times, not quite sure I was hearing him correctly.
“I didn’t want to say that over the phone, I’d rather say it in person but I guess you can’t control when it happens,” he continued chuckling out of nervousness.
“I really love you baby boy!”
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The Divo: my first SGL friend and godfather, hence the alias (male version of diva). He's a jet-setter (traveled to Iceland, England, France, China, Thailand, Jamaica, Bahamas, etc.) and always hails with the latest in fashion (i.e. his Gucci cigarette case to match with his Gucci bag ... nuff said!) but still has time for good old fashioned baby-back ribs.
3 Degrees: my female friend since HS who has obtained two degrees and a masters but can't seem to cook rice correctly (I love teasing her!) Recently she and her boyfriend bought a house together.
Crazy: my oldest friend (about 20 years of friendship) who recently suffered a nervous breakdown, hence the nickname. He's doing better now but his obsession with Lord of the Rings and the fact that he carries real swords around kind of makes me nervous. Although he's straight and extremely religious (go figure!) he seems to have accepted my orientation and my mom refers to him as her third son.
D.G.: my former best female friend who was about the ditziest yet sweetest person I knew. The alias is short for white girl (dub-g) and we were friends since H.S. (almost 10 years), shared a lot of insane club stories and even worked together at the same company. We've since split and she recently had a baby with her boyfriend.
The Black Book aka X-Men
(not all entries)
The Voice: my longest and most involved relationship to date (and we didn't meet online) - a really great guy who opened my eyes to a myriad of possibilities and experiences and could switch from corporate to ghetto in a minute. His name was derived from a poem he wrote titled, The Voice. We've since broken up.
Kingston: my first boyfriend who is very cynical and has a peculiar sense of humor but still holds my heart.
NJ: my first and only girlfriend whom I met in church. We attended our proms with each other and she is now married.
BJ: an ex-boyfriend who managed to capture my heart with his love for music and the only other guy to come close to the same level as Kingston.
Heart2Soul: an ex-boyfriend from Philadelphia who took my relationship expectations to a new level with the possiblity of a serious long-term relationship.
The Executive: ex-boyfriend who looks like John Legend and I still talk to now and then despite his dysfunctional personality.
SideKick: a young guy I recently dated who is really into his sidekick (yeah, that was deep).
Twists: a young kat and a newer addition to the black book.
The Fam
Java-Mama: my mom who is obsessed with coffee, loves mafia movies, home design and all other great aspects of life!
Pops: my dad who is about as country as they come (think John Witherspoon from Friday) with a flair for blues, westerns and some good old fashioned fried catfish!
Rugrat: my younger brother who is a thug on the outside and a softie on the inside. He's a rapper, video game aficionado, and a walking Sportscenter. Recently bought 5 scorpions (yeah, 5!)
Tweet: older sister who is married and a mother of two and grandmother of four and straight up O.C.D.
The General: my personable pit-bull who loves the sun, hates rain and sleeps all damn day. Some guard-dog.
The Doctor: my crazy kitten who is slowly earning his way into my heart and stays pretty much drugged up on "nip" 24/7.
The Others
The Hand Killer: my piano professor for private lessons who for the last 8 semesters has proceeded to torture me with classical music which is ultimately designed to contort the fingers in completely abnormal positions.
Professor X: my professor so named because of the shiny bald dome.
Professor Rasputin: another professor who despite his strictness, isn't so bad (he's not Russian but has an accent).
The Wall: my manager at work (talking to her is truly like talking to the wall; you won't get anywhere!)
Sleepy & Mumbles: two co-workers who are constantly two hours late to work every night; one falls asleep on the job and the other one mumbles so bad you don't know what the hell he's saying.
The Divo: my first SGL friend and godfather, hence the alias (male version of diva). He's a jet-setter (traveled to Iceland, England, France, China, Thailand, Jamaica, Bahamas, etc.) and always hails with the latest in fashion (i.e. his Gucci cigarette case to match with his Gucci bag ... nuff said!) but still has time for good old fashioned baby-back ribs.
3 Degrees: my female friend since HS who has obtained two degrees and a masters but can't seem to cook rice correctly (I love teasing her!) Recently she and her boyfriend bought a house together.
Crazy: my oldest friend (about 20 years of friendship) who recently suffered a nervous breakdown, hence the nickname. He's doing better now but his obsession with Lord of the Rings and the fact that he carries real swords around kind of makes me nervous. Although he's straight and extremely religious (go figure!) he seems to have accepted my orientation and my mom refers to him as her third son.
D.G.: my former best female friend who was about the ditziest yet sweetest person I knew. The alias is short for white girl (dub-g) and we were friends since H.S. (almost 10 years), shared a lot of insane club stories and even worked together at the same company. We've since split and she recently had a baby with her boyfriend.
The Black Book aka X-Men
(not all entries)
The Voice: my longest and most involved relationship to date (and we didn't meet online) - a really great guy who opened my eyes to a myriad of possibilities and experiences and could switch from corporate to ghetto in a minute. His name was derived from a poem he wrote titled, The Voice. We've since broken up.
Kingston: my first boyfriend who is very cynical and has a peculiar sense of humor but still holds my heart.
NJ: my first and only girlfriend whom I met in church. We attended our proms with each other and she is now married.
BJ: an ex-boyfriend who managed to capture my heart with his love for music and the only other guy to come close to the same level as Kingston.
Heart2Soul: an ex-boyfriend from Philadelphia who took my relationship expectations to a new level with the possiblity of a serious long-term relationship.
The Executive: ex-boyfriend who looks like John Legend and I still talk to now and then despite his dysfunctional personality.
SideKick: a young guy I recently dated who is really into his sidekick (yeah, that was deep).
Twists: a young kat and a newer addition to the black book.
The Fam
Java-Mama: my mom who is obsessed with coffee, loves mafia movies, home design and all other great aspects of life!
Pops: my dad who is about as country as they come (think John Witherspoon from Friday) with a flair for blues, westerns and some good old fashioned fried catfish!
Rugrat: my younger brother who is a thug on the outside and a softie on the inside. He's a rapper, video game aficionado, and a walking Sportscenter. Recently bought 5 scorpions (yeah, 5!)
Tweet: older sister who is married and a mother of two and grandmother of four and straight up O.C.D.
The General: my personable pit-bull who loves the sun, hates rain and sleeps all damn day. Some guard-dog.
The Doctor: my crazy kitten who is slowly earning his way into my heart and stays pretty much drugged up on "nip" 24/7.
The Others
The Hand Killer: my piano professor for private lessons who for the last 8 semesters has proceeded to torture me with classical music which is ultimately designed to contort the fingers in completely abnormal positions.
Professor X: my professor so named because of the shiny bald dome.
Professor Rasputin: another professor who despite his strictness, isn't so bad (he's not Russian but has an accent).
The Wall: my manager at work (talking to her is truly like talking to the wall; you won't get anywhere!)
Sleepy & Mumbles: two co-workers who are constantly two hours late to work every night; one falls asleep on the job and the other one mumbles so bad you don't know what the hell he's saying.
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1 comment:
Awwww!! You said you loved him. Sweet.
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