Saturday, April 22, 2006
I'm His Favorite Memory
Originally Written Thursday, April 20, 2006
Sometimes I wish I receive some kind of warning that I'm going to run into someone from my past. Today's encounter came out of the left field. Nothing that I was expecting. Usually if I do run into someone I get this feeling of intuition that someone I know is going to pop up from somewhere. Nine time out of ten I am right on such a thing. However, today.... nothing.
I had just gotten off the bus and was walking the few steps towards my house when a guy in this SUV stopped at the stop sign. Naturally he let me cross and then as I walked on, I noticed how he was slowly continuing on. When I reached his truck I had already made up my mind to act as if I didn't see or hear him. I just wasn’t in the mood. My ears were plugged up with my tunes from my IPOD going, but at the last minute I had to glance at the guy from the corner of my eye. I saw that his mouth was fixed to speak, so I went ahead and took out my ear buds.
"How are you doing this afternoon?" he said.
I smiled, said that I was doing well and turned away to continue on my journey home. However, before I could fully turn around he asked,
"You don't remember me do you?"
I inched a little closer to his truck and I realized in heartbeat who he was.
He was first teddy bear kind of guy. He was my first... actually second bad boy. He was "Dell". I met Dell around the time I was 14. It was during the summer I was working with a small photography workshop that was part of the DC Summerworks program. At the time, the workshop was housed in the high school that my mother was the Assistant Principal of. A lot of small artistic workshops connected to Summerworks took place in that building. Dell was part of this music program.
My mother didn't particularly care for me to hang out with a couple of the folks in the photography program, since she knew them as students at the school. A couple of them were cool though, and every now and then we would roam the halls and goof off with the rest of the folks in the building. I think I was the youngest person in the program. Everyone was high school age and I was just completing the 8th grade on my way to being a freshman.
I came upon Dell during one of the times when we "armature" photographers went around the building to snap pictures of different things of the Summerworks program. We were called upon to put on some kind of exhibit at the small concert/recital event that marked the end of the summer program. Dell and I seemed to hit it off pretty well. However, I will admit I was still kind of wet behind the ears and it was only recently that I had started to become sexually active. Sex and boys was a new thing for me.
Dell would spit his game and I would gush and flirt back. Dell was 17 and had just graduated high school. I lied and told him I was 15 and was on my way to be a sophomore. Even when he found out that I was the daughter of the assistant principal, he didn't back down. Now that I think about it, maybe I was some kind of challenge for him. Nevertheless, that summer was a pretty rocky one for my mother and I. She had not long found out I was sexually active and was still pretty upset that her 14 year old daughter was probably headed down a road of STDs, being a teenage mother, and just ruining her life.
I still slipped Dell the house number, not even thinking about the fact that my mother knew him. Sure enough, the day he called, thanks to the modern technology of the Caller ID, she recognized the number. However, she thought it was his mother calling for her. When she heard his voice on the end she hit the ceiling. Silly me tried to say it wasn't who she thought it was. I lied and changed his last name, but that didn't fly with her. I even remember the last name I gave him. I saw a shoe by the brand Worthington nearby. That was name that immediately came to mind. "Dell Worthington." My mother simply rolled her eyes and continued to cuss me out.
Apparently Dell had been one of the menaces at the school and my mother had to suspend and/or call his mother plenty of times. That's why she knew the number so well. My mother was highly upset that he would dare call the house looking for me. She was even more upset that I gave him the number to call. You would think after enduring my mother's tongue lashing that it would be enough to make me want to disconnect from Dell. Instead it made me want to get closer. I was that moth draw to the flame and perhaps burned by the fire.
I was a bold sista during that time. I would sneak out the house to meet up with Dell. I walked the not-so-far-by-car-but-far-on-foot route from my house to his in broad daylight and sometimes at night. We would talk and joke but most of the time just simply had sex. I don't remember much about those times, only that even though he was a nice thick teddy bear size dude, he was gentle with me and that he did seem affectionate towards me.
He did have his share of personal drama. I remember he was in an on-going custody battle over his son. Then there was the time he was a bit disgruntled with me when I questioned him about this scare on his chest. The scar looked to be a wound that had healed near his heart. At first he tried to ignore my inquiries about it. Finally, without giving any details, he said it was due to some sort of car accident. After a while I left it alone.
I don't know how or why Dell and I faded away. I guess it was because I was simply growing up and moving onto something new. I was well into (Catholic) high school when we lost contact and I really didn't need any drama from someone's life other than my own. Certainly there were others after him, but I never forgot him.
It wasn't until five or six years later when I ran into Dell again. I was at Constitution Hall attending a Maxwell concert with my friend Mr. MID. I glanced in a corner where a gathering of guys were standing by the bar. I looked but I wasn't sure. Before I could say anything Dell spoke to me. I don't know what possessed me, but I briefly left Mr. MID's side to give Dell a hug. It was a four second greeting and then I went on my way.
Today as I stood by his truck chatting with him, I don't know what I was feeling. I was in shock for a second, but after a while I went numb. It was a funny feeling. He still has his teddy bear physique, but his face is sexier. He reminds of a version of Suge Knight.
We caught up on a few things. I found out that he still lives in the area, on the Maryland side of town. He works as a special education teacher at a local high school. The son he was fighting so hard for turned out not to be his, but he does have two girls now, ages 2 and 5. He never did specify if he was with the mother or not. He just kept referring to her as "my daughters' mother."
In the meantime, in the midst of my updates he wanted to know if I was married, what I was doing with myself, was concerned when I mentioned the fact that my mother had a stroke in the fall, and was concerned for me when I briefly told him how this year I was getting myself back on track with my life after having a rough period for a while. We had to have talked for about 20 minutes.
I even mentioned the fact that I must still look the same for him to even recognize me. It was then that he smiled and talked in that soft flirtatious voice that I forgot he had.
"I knew exactly who you were when I saw you. I can't forget you."
He kept dropping little hints about number giving, but for some reason I was not quick on giving out that information. Maybe I’m somewhat traumatized by the tongue lashing I went through with my mother. As we wrapped things up, I told him that I would see him around.
"Hopefully, fate will be on our side and bring us together again," he said.
I blushed and in response I said, "If God's willing."
He just smiled and chuckled.
We said our farewells and he drove off. I continued my walk home blushing all the way. Later on as I got settled in the house, I tried to put my focus elsewhere, but it was on Dell. After a while, all I could do was stop what I was doing and just say....
Damn!
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