MDA: Alley-Oop

I’m old enough and I should know better. But this happened within the last year:

Last Christmas, I flew home to Detroit. When I arrived at baggage claim, I saw a guy I went to high school with who was living in Houston at the time. As we were catching up, our conversation was interrupted by a young lady with sexy lips and awesome cleavage. I don’t remember what she said(and frankly, it didn’t matter) but by the end of the conversation, we exchanged numbers. We’ll call her Erica.

Erica was from Detroit and a couple of years older than me. She was a bartender and had been for some years but was looking for other opportunities so that her 10 year old daughter could live with her. At the time, I was in a relationship and, while unhappy, I was still trying to do the right thing. I kept the relationship platonic AKA I hit her up every once in a while to make sure she still knew who I was just in case.

I took control of my life in May and broke up with my girlfriend. One day, Erica hit me up and in our conversation I told her that I was only looking for a cut buddy situation. This was a huge step for me as I had never been one to tell a woman exactly what I wanted, especially if it was just sex. She proceeded to SNAP on me saying that she was sick of guys only wanting sex, blah blah blah. I was able to talk her down and asked her to go to dinner with me. She wanted to go to Grand Lux(family restaurant of Cheesecake Factory. Yea, she was bad and boujee). 

I arrived first as the rain poured and I treated her like the gentleman I am. I grabbed my umbrella and walked her from her car to the inside. We sat down and had a helluva time. I bought the food. She paid for all of the alcohol. We arrived at 4 and didn’t leave until 7:30. Erica and I both said that we were surprised at how the night was going. We had some common interest, none of which I can remember right now. But I do remember two things she said to me: she was moving to Austin soon & that she likes sex(like REALLY likes sex). I tried my best not to mark out (get over-excited for my non-wrestling fans). After we got tired of sitting at Grand Lux, she asked if I wanted to see some live music. Some guys she knew were in a band. 

We drove separately to this hole in the wall joint on the south side of Houston(we both lived North). She spoke to who she knew and the good time continued. She had at least 4 vodka cocktails on top of the 3 glasses of wine at the restaurant(TANK STATUS). She bought me drinks too. We danced(ikr. Me. Dancing) and you probably would’ve sworn we were a couple as we were caked up on the dance floor.

The band finishes and as you would imagine, she is HAMMERED. We walk out arm-in-arm and we get ready to go our separate ways when she says, “Ooo I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it back home.” Now what I should have said was, “You shouldn’t drive like this. I’ll take you home.” But what MY DUMB AZZ said was, “Well, be careful and let me know when you make to your destination.”

I called her as she was driving home to make sure she was okay. I was oblivious to what just happened. I asked when I’d see her again and she told me she was moving within the week and that chances are I wouldn’t be able to. 

I learned a lot about myself that night.

Shame. Damn shame.