A day in the life

A day I the life….


I cozy up to the bar at the latest, greatest fusion bar/restaurant in the Viagra Triangle. Order an import beer and shot of vodka. Bad day! Shit to say the least, who knows the amount of money I lost this afternoon. Who cares? Another day at the office, home to shower and shave and out, all alone at this fantastic monument to American opulence and inner city sanctum for those of us who regard premium Martinis as therapy.

The music plays, softly and understated but loud enough to cause one to reminisce the first time they heard the electronica beat. For me it was London, a few years ago; over seas on business in this club along Broad Street. The DJ’s name was Goldie and he played almost his entire album that night. I bought the black label version from some shady guy in the men’s room. Tonight however I would only hear a snippet of the song and the DJ here would cruise into the next single. I think I recognize this as well, sounds like Dido… Who knows, the beer is making me feel a little loose. I turn back to the bartender; a slight framed woman of about 25 years. She looks me square in the eye and asks if she can get me anything. For a second my eyes peruse her entire body and scan the black spaghetti strapped number she is wearing and I blank out while thinking of just how long it’s been since someone has asked me if I wanted anything with actual intentions if giving it to me. I re-focus and order a Vodka Martini. In one motion I turn and face the incoming crowd, my yellow checked blazer with maroon stripes open and reveals the maroon shirt underneath. My maroon shoes glide to an open stance and the entire club stands before me. I am lost in my own world of breaking down all the guys flaws and judging every woman’s assets when I hear “ Sir, Your Martini” . “Well thank you”, I say and hand over a 20 dollar bill. Smile and then I say “keep the change”. With a gracious smile in return I see the female alcohol concoction wizard peep my bald pate and check out my lips in a move that was as slick as any I had made that night.

Leaning over the bar, I am tapping my fingers and singing along with Gnarls Barkley and feeling oooh so Crazy. About time this place gets too jumping! Then she approaches; her hair approaching first, wild and untamed. She was bi-racial and refused to perm her beautiful static mane. Unruly and wild and tangible as it was unmanageable it spoke volumes about who she is. Next in my line of vision was her clear caramel coated skin. She smiled and I returned the sentiment, she leaned in too order her drink and I offered to buy. She turned me down flat and whispered to me that she didn’t want to feel obligated to talk to me later. I gently grasped her wrist and said “Whether we talk or not, this drink was on me”. She obliged and lowered her head. I kept tapping away at to the DJ’s offering. She thanked me for the drink and turned to leave, I said “if just a minute of your time is possible”… she said she had a moment. Right then I fell in love with her! I told her about my day and she told me of her work in the field of social services. She said she could never be a banker and I explained that I had so much admiration for her willingness to give back. The talks of college and my stint as basketball player and I found out where she got the body to pull of that natural look and amazing Vera Wang looking dress- she was a gymnast in college a few years ago. Said that she had gained a little weight and I said “in all the right places”. Our moment had become an hour and my intrigue continued. I offered to let her get back to her friends and she reminded me that she made her own decisions. So we talked about the Roots new album and this art show in Bronze Ville, our favorite place to visit in the world and the aspirations we both had for a better planet. We moved on to where we like to work out and if running along the lake was a good idea or not. I offered to make her dinner next week and she agreed. We talked of how many children we wanted and whether public or private schools were the way to go. She told of her plans to further her education and possibly learning to Salsa Dance. I gave her the run down on the business and where I wanted it to go… One topic let to another and then she looked me in the eyes and rubbed her hand across my head. I closed my eyes and touched the back of her hand. Then I reached for her hand and laid it across my chest and over my heart, I looked deep into her eyes and reached for the back of her neck. Feeling no resistance I pulled her just a little closer to me and gently touched my lips to hers. When both our eyes opened, I looked deep into her eyes and said “ By the way, my name is Ty”….


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