I know I have been neglecting this blog .. for some time now. It never used to be like this though, not all the time. There was a time where I couldn't wait to get to a computer so I could write about whatever happened.
I first got interested in blogging because at work I was surfing the internet and found someone. If I am not mistaken, it was Nikki. Her writing was so beautiful and hypnotic that I lobbying for her to get a book deal so I could purchase it. It had to be a crime writing that well and not getting money for it. I soon found others, a few black bloggers that wrote about anything and everything under the sun. I was so enthused that people actually put there inner most thoughts, ideas and opinions out onto the internet where strangers from all over could read them at their own leisure. I was observant to different bloggers having different styles. There are the hip-hop bloggers that know all about the latest concert or joint about to hit the clubs. The gossip bloggers that know all the low-down on all of your favorite celebs. The bloggers that used other bloggers as editors to their novels that were coming out sometime soon. The bloggers that did nothing but poetry and half the time it was so long you never knew what the hell they were talking about to begin with. The bloggers that led you into song and dance about Jesus, that you just knew they were speaking in tongues as they were typing. The clique bloggers that knew everyone and would gossip about other bloggers as if they were down the street and not 10 hours away.
So with all of the diverse bloggers out in the world, who knew what my little ol' blog would become. The thing that I do, like most, is blog about whatever I feel like blogging about. If I wrote a poem that night and felt the need to put it on my blog then I did so. If I saw something weird while I was at the P.ost O.ffice, then I typed about it. If I was dating some dude and felt the need to complain about something that happened, I did that as well.
So with that being said ..
Saturday night I was entwined with my pillow on the couch while the tv was watching me. My phone buzzed and with hesitation I picked up and answered. It was M, wanting to know what I was doing and if I wanted some company later. I answered as nonchalantly as I could by shrugging and saying, "It don't matter." I could hear the smile in his voice as he said that he would be over a little later, around 9 p.m. and we could watch a movie.
Now I was just sleep and still tired but somehow got a burst of energy when he said he would be over. I glanced at the clock and I only had 45 minutes to "freshen up". I ran from the couch to the bathroom, peeling off layers of clothes along the way as I jumped in the shower. After lathering and rinsing, I ran into the bedroom to towel off, lotion up and put something on the smelled sweet enough to eat. (nice verbage huh?) I chose some baggy sweat pants, no Ree.boks with the straps however I put on a wife beater and some fuzzy socks then ran back into the living room like a tornado picking up clothes that were distributed on the floor.
My cell phone buzzed again, it was M letting me know that he was around the corner. "Alright" I said, while trying to catch my breath and still sound sexy. I hung up and straightened up the living room some more, everything was already in order but it seems when you are awaiting company nothing seems to be in its respective place. My buzzer went off letting me know that someone was downstairs, I hit the button to let him up and unlocked the door. He walked in the door with a swagger that only he has perfected. Dressed in some blue jeans with the old school red and white J.ordans, a white hoody trimmed in red with a fitted hat that seems to sit off the corner of his head. He looked at me with his head tilted to the side, licked his bottom lip and opened his arms as if to say, " You know what to do." I did. I went to him and felt secure within his frame as I breathed him in. I breathed in his A.qua di G.io like I had never smelled the fragrance before.
I walked over to the couch and watched as he kicked off his shoes and sat them to the side. For hours we sat and talked, laughed and smiled, flirted and stared like tomorrow was promised. The day turned into early morning and we laid next to one another. His body seemed to find mine with every move I made, and I liked it. I liked the heat I felt from his body. The kisses I felt when he wanted to wake me up. The way he said my name to let me know he was still there. The way he smirked at me when he knew he was gonna get his way. With my back turned to him, I felt him move close to my ear and whisper, "I love you Tash." I smiled on the inside, and some on the outside but didn't move so he'd think I was sleep.
We both drifted off to sleep until the alarm went off at 8 a.m. He let me know that he had to be at court a little later to pay a traffic ticket. I said okay as I watched him get dressed. He turned to face me and kissed the tip of my nose, kissed my lips and told me that he would call me later. I nodded while caressing the side of his face. As he walked back into the living room to retrieve his shoes, just before closing the door I heard him say, "I meant what I said."