So, I decided to unofficially go off my self-imposed strike against the male species and start talking to someone new. I know I know, you’re probably thinking, “oh lord, here we go again”. Skeptics take heed, this one’s a little different:
Big Business hit me up on facebook (the root of all evil) shortly after homecoming. He’s a recent HU alum, and he now works out of New York while working on his master's. A real cutie pie, baby-faced and bronze (just like yours truly). After sending me his digits along with a note telling me to get at him with my “fine self”, I knew it was time for a background check. I saw that The Editor was listed as one of our mutual friends, so I figured I’d see what he had to say about his boy. Needless to say The Editor didn’t give Big Business rave reviews. Apparently there was an issue between the two about the fact that Big Business, ahem, “knew” The Editor’s ex just shortly before she started dating The Editor (the other side of this story is quite interesting, but more on that later). There was also talk of Big Business just being an all around d-o-g during his time at Howard, which of course originally deterred me from accepting his advances. The last thing I really needed was another chauvinistic asshole to add to my collection. Unfortunately this did nothing but spark my curious nature, so I decided to give him my number anyway against The Editor’s wishes. What can I say? I’m a hard-headed brat ;-)
My initial phone conversations with Big Business were flirtatious and a bit suggestive, which led me to believe that he was just after my goodies like almost every other guy I encounter online or otherwise. I thought it was kinda thirsty when he first called me while he was at work. He wondered why he hadn’t seen me on campus just before playfully stating that he would have scooped me up long ago if he had. He affectionately called me his “Computer Love” and asked me if I believed that I could fall for someone after talking to them for just 2 minutes. Yeah…he was laying it on THICK. At first I wasn’t going to pay him any mind after hearing what The Editor had to say about him. I don’t know if this is bad but at first I kinda just liked hearing him talk, his voice is hella sexy. I think he soon realized that I wasn’t just some brainless, buxom floozy after I made a few witty retorts and began to have deeper conversations with him. I came out and told him about my issues with my father and how that has affected my love life, and it didn’t even scare him away. He admitted that he did his dirt back in the day, but he’s so focused on his career now that he can't to have a frivolous fling with some random “big booty freak” (his words, not mine). Quite honestly I think we became the opposite of what we expected of each other. If he really was the guy The Editor claimed he was 2 years ago, only time will tell if I’ll be able to teach this old dog some new tricks.
I respect Big Business for being upfront with me. He likes what he sees, and I can’t blame the man for having great taste *wink*. I’ve always had a thing for men with a certain bravado. He has a sexy confidence about him and I love a man who knows what he wants, it saves me the trouble of figuring it out myself. I just don’t want to get too hyped up about all this because I know I’m going to begin developing this fairy tale image in my mind as I always do. You see, my imagination doesn’t just run away with me: it hops on a private G-5, sips on Dom P, goes on a marathon shopping spree in Paris, and drinks tea with The Queen. Any one who knows me will tell you that my heart has never understood the concept of moderation.
This situation is most refreshing to me because took each other by surprise because we have been open and honest with each other from the jump. More importantly there are no obligations. All our cards are laid out on the table, so there’s no room for bluffing. Not since Song Cry have I been able to open up freely to a man and just be myself. I make him laugh and he makes me smile. That’s something I really haven’t done in quite some time. I think I have him about as curious as he has me at this point. Could this be love at first key stroke? Eh…I wouldn’t go that far, at least not yet.
The best thing for us to do right now is to just take things slow. I’m still getting Broken Glass out of my system, and he’s about 4 months out of his last relationship. We’re working on trying to fit in some in person quality time before I head home for the semester. We even toyed with the idea of spending New Year’s Eve with together in Times Square. I’m going to try my best not to get too caught up this time around, but quite honestly I’m intrigued and I want to see where this goes. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but I’ve still got about six lives left. Let’s go little kitty cat…
Life, Love, & LipglossThe Beauty-ful Misadventures of *vanity kane*
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
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