Ole School New School
Many of us have had, still have, or are looking for “The One”. That one that brings a bright, kid like, Kool-Aid smile to your face. That person that authorizes maximum withdraw with no force. You know that one that put something tough on that ass! Tapped a well dry! Yeah that one, that face that just popped in your mind and altered your current mood. I see you cheesing. Your thoughts immediately turn to that of delight no matter your previous state or condition. Got you biting your lip about to choke and shit LOL! Umm Hmm! I ain't mad at cha! That person for me has always been “my heart” my first love, my first, first and he is back. LAWD!
Many of us have had, still have, or are looking for "The One". That one that brings a bright, kid like, Kool-Aid smile to your face. That person that authorizes maximum withdraw with no force. You know that one that put something tough on that ass! Tapped a well dry! Yeah that one, that face that just popped up in your mind and altered your current mood. I see you cheesing. Your thoughts immediately turn to that of delight no matter your previous state or condition. Got you biting your lip about to choke and shit LOL! Umm Hmm! I ain't mad at cha! That person for me has always been "my heart" my first love, my first, first and he is back. LAWD!
I am not real big on socializing. One of my best friends, before we really got to know each other back in the day, called me stuck up.....I know right, inappropriate and rude. “Bitch you don't know me!” I am a hard left from stuck up and that she eventually came to learn. I just believe that everything ain't for everybody. That being the case, I am not one to give any portion of myself with ease. Maybe to my closest friends and select family members, so to cavalierly participant on social media just ain't my type of hype, yet an up coming high school reunion lead me contrary to my norm.
A classmate nagged and nagged me so horrifically that I finally caved in from some damn it pressure and shameless manipulation, selfish ass! I was bullied into creating an account, threatened into uploading pictures and physically assaulted into creating a hello status(my insides were whispering......HELP ME). Begrudgingly I also had to make it open to the public. To my surprise and amazement, she was right! Almost my entire class was chatting it up about the upcoming festivities. It was a happy track down memory lane. I thoroughly enjoyed being able to see their faces again. Pulling up their pictures and reading older post gave me a glimpse into their lives as adults. Some hadn't changed a bit either in physical appearance and or maturity. Others........life had not been as kind to. Life damn right had jokes, cruel, nasty and harsh even. Like why are all of your post and updates about sad, dead, dying pain, and why are all yours in CAPS!!!! and YOU, you have just ate you and grown into 412 pounds of inside out ugly. Posting all these pictures of you trapping polyester and cotton under rolls and folds talking about 'Real Men Like Meat', 'I'm curvy' and 'F*** all you hungry skinny Bitch*s'.....tell us why you mad son!" Luckily life was a real friend of mine and has continued to love all over me. Learning about some of my classmates journey's only served to make me more thankful of the grace and mercy besotted upon me. Hock-a-bee-GLORY! He will do it for you, won't he will!
Any-who I digress. I was finding acquaintance after acquaintance, "friend" upon "friend". I was tripping on myself actually "participating" and enjoying reconnecting with old class and school mates alike. This seemed to be the new hangout spot (Zooms for all of my ole school counterparts) and then it happened. I was talking, wait is it talking or texting or tweeting or twooting? I don't know the proper vernacular....keying to a friend on-line, laughing out loud, laying across my bed in my pj's and I saw his face pop up in my news feed.
Oh my damn it can't be? No, No, No it ain't!
I sprung up so fast, I fell off the side of the bed and this is too much weight to be hitting the floor. Busted my ass wide open, Whoop! Slightly concussed, I crawled up off the floor. On my knees now, I'm grimacing in pain trying to hoist myself back onto the bed. Squinting across the edge of the bed peering at my laptop screen. It can't be....Yep, it's him! My jaw drops! Mouth lay wide the hell open so long I became parched. I swallowed and damn near choked myself.
Throughout the many years I had given thought to him sporadically, periodically like when a song would bring remind,