A lot can change in the span of a year. That phrase wasn’t lost on me. It’s now exactly one year since part one of this story. In that one year, the biggest change was that I had began regularly dating another young lady. This was actually a person I had become friends with a year prior. I’d say that there was always a mutual attraction that we had for one another. I think that attraction lasts ’til this day. For one reason or another it took us about a year for things to go to the next level. Once they did, everything either of us did was amplified. We shared a very strong connection. I valued it then and I always will.
With such a strong bond, there was no doubt I wanted to do it up for Valentine’s Day. The only issue on my end was having the funds. You see, a year prior I was actually working on campus. I was working quite frequently and my schedule allowed that. A year later I was taking on more credits and decided to not work as much. So what was I to do? How can I make this special? What we ended up doing was a joint effort. We put our heads together and decided to plan our Valentine’s Day. In truth, we were both broke so this probably made the most sense. A cool fun fact about me is that I enjoy jazz. It just so happened that there was a jazz concert on campus on V-Day night. I suggested to my lady that maybe we should go. To my delight she agreed. I was delighted simply because I knew many women wouldn’t be interested in going to a jazz concert at that time.
It was all about keeping things simple and special
I wanted whatever we did that evening to have purpose. With all the extra-extra that others were doing, it was important for me to go a different route. As much as I wanted that I would go on to drop the ball a bit. We’ll touch on that a bit later. So myself and my lady went to the concert, we had a great time. The show was great. It was a different experience for the both of us, but it was real cute. I even wore a sweater she bought me for my birthday on that date. Shit I still wear that sweater these days…what? It’s a nice ass sweater! After the concert, we parted for a little while. You see, it was my job to handle the first leg of the night. It was her job to handle the second.
She spent the the prior days convincing my roommate to please give us the room for that night. Once he obliged she was able to put her plan into action. I headed back to my room and got comfortable. Eventually I got a knock at my door. I open it to find this woman in a long pea coat. I let her in with the quickness (obviously). I see that she has on heels as well. I simply said in my head “oh shit.” My inquiring mind and hands were in agreement and I opened the pea coat to find that I just got boomeranged. If anyone has seen “Boomerang” then you know exactly what I mean. If not, please reference the photo above. Shorty came to my door with damn near nothing on. Just that coat.
Well what did I do to deserve this?!
Who cares, I loved it and I loved her. Needless to say I was more than ready to turn the lights down. Before I did though, she handed me a card. The card had a handwritten note inside of it. What was written were beautiful words from a very special place. They were words of appreciation mainly. In hindsight, she was so much more aware of her emotions and how to channel them than I was. It was evident by the reaction I gave. I was overwhelmed. A woman had never expressed so many special thoughts with me. I responded to the effect of “wow this is really nice, thank you.” I believe that’s what I said. It came out sounding pretty generic and void of the emotion I really felt. It threw her off and she was down about it. Maybe she was more disappointed than anything. I had to apologize. I had to explain that I just wasn’t good at expressing myself and my emotions so well yet. She deserved more emotionally from me and I didn’t know how to get it out. Know what I mean?
I was able to pacify the situation a bit
We continued our evening. I gave out rounds way before Drake decided to speak on them. What was most perfect of it all was that in the middle of the night we just took a break. We caught our breath and we played (NBA) 2k. Nothing might be sexier than having your lady naked playing 2k with you. She was really down for me and I loved that about her.
There were many memorable moments of that night. My one regret is that I couldn’t express myself better when it mattered. I still have that note she wrote me. It’s folded in some cool triangle way. I have no idea how she did that. I never reopened it. I fear that if I read it again it would just depress me. So nowadays i remember this date for the good things. The love that we shared was unparalleled. Our chemistry can’t be duplicated. And cool moments like just playing 2k together wouldn’t mean the same with someone else. This Valentine’s Day was simple. Sometimes simple is exactly what you need.
Ever had a V-Day go wrong? Tell me all about it.
I’ll see you all next week for the finale.
These are my words and I make no apologies.
DamnPops is a writer on the staff at SBM: “I’m not a biter, I’m a writer for myself and others. ” Brooklyn born dude trying to figure out this life just like you. Come on this journey with me. Follow me on Twitter @DamnPOPS – Damn He Got A Point” (My Column) on Viral Status