Cinda.
I met her the second night after i moved into this apartment...it was dark and raining...she was standing on her porch and i went up to her to ask if she could keep an eye out for my mail cuz i thought it was going to her house by mistake (note to self: memorize new address before you fill out your change of address form, stupid). Cinda kinda looked me up and down and said with a sly grin, "Damali, huh? yeah i'll look out for it"...i said thanks and walked away...
Over the next couple weeks i ran into her periodically...mostly in the mornings when i was leaving for work...she worked the graveyard shift at the post office so she gets home when i'm leaving...she'd be on her porch smoking a fag (yuck, women smokers...huge turnoff)..it almost seemed like she was waiting for me (not..lol). So one day i told myself, the next time i see her, i'm gonna find out what the deal is...
One morning i was coming out of my house on a sunny day wearing my short skirt suit again (dare i say my lucky suit?) and there she was across the street on the porch. I confidently strolled over to her...careful to walk slow and sexy like they do in those Doritos commercials...we exchange pleasantries then i made my move...
"So do you have a girlfriend?"
Cinda: Well....kinda but...not really
Me: oh okay...well do you wanna take my number?
Cinda (smiling): Yeah...take mine too...oh and i hardly see her...she's not my girlfriend
(seems this relationship is getting less sure by the minute...lol)
Me: Ok then...i'll call you later...have a nice day, sunshine.
That was waaaaaay easier than i thought it was gonna be and i was sure i noticed that she was quite taken aback by my boldness...hell i could hardly believe what i was saying but it was fun...
I called her later that morning (why wait?) and we talked for about and hour...she's 21 (red flag?) and lived in Jersey City all her life...we had a lot in common except one majorly important thing: our work schedules are completely opposite. When i'm working she's home and when she's working, I'm home. Bad bad bad....especially since we seemed to click so well right away...the more we talked the more it became clear that there was really no chance of starting or attempting a real relationship. There was just literally no time for it. We talked a few more times and decided that if we couldn't have a relationship, we'd settle for the next best thing: Great Sex. So we picked a day to meet and I took off work...both of us knowing that it would be only that one time. Without going into the details, i'll just say that I liked her even more after that "special" day.
Dykes: 5 Me: 6 (taking the lead for the first time!)
So where are Cinda and I now? Not really anwhere...we seem to orbit each other...we have occasional phone conversations...i see her everyonce in a while...spend a few minutes talking with her on her porch..staring into each others eyes, not knowing what to say cuz we both have issues that would make a relationship between us really nutty...the sex was merely a thirst quencher..i barely think of it when i think of her. What i think about is her smile and her laugh...how she always tries to act like she can't tell i'm fascinated by her...how the dimple on her right cheek seems to emit light...how her hands are as soft as butter and she always ALWAYS smells good...how i can't wait till the next time i run into her just so i can kiss her hand and maybe touch her face...how hugging her feels like home.
She's thinking of leaving the post office to get a regular 9to5...a part of me is waiting for that...and in the meantime, i continue with my "quest" as if it isn't already over.