Ole School New School
“What did I do?”
“Just being you.”
“Oh. It's packed with teens in there. I think it's winter ball, homecoming or something. Would you mind going somewhere else?” (Would you mind staying forever?) I think to myself.
“No I don't mind. Where?”
“BJ's bar?”
“Sure”
“My car is right over there.”
He points. I back out and pull up to his car. He hops out and leads the way. I talk to myself on the short ride over.
“Now look ah here girl! Get it the hell to-gether! You are going to have to be present at ALL TIMES. Stop lifting off into La La Land on some solo mission in the throws of some mental sidebar conversation. You can talk to yourself Monday. First things first, you need to go to the restroom and wipe yourself. My GAWD he is fine!”
I am still following him and realize, Oh shit Sabrina. I call her but she doesn't answer.
Ping - “I'm good. I'm on my way to Sam. He texted me so I broke camp. You ain't sharing no way. Girl he finnnnneeee! Peace!”
Good, now I don't have to worry about entertaining her. All my attention can be directed to Vid.
We pull up to a light crowd which is great. He parks. I follow quickly pulling down my mirror to check myself out right quick. I slide on some lip gross and open my door as he walks pass the front on my car. I step my left foot out onto the pavement. He asked that I wear high heels. He likes his women tall so I did that, 4 inch stilettos. He looks down and smiles. I step completely out and walk from behind the car door. He digests me with his eyes. All of me up and down then up and down again. His face is elated. I grin.
We walk up the walk way, he opens the door for me and I step through. I can feel his eyes on me. We are led to our table. I walk into the main bar and a few heads turn. I ask David if the table is okay. He notices me getting noticed and smiles “Yes, this is fine, just fine.” I smile. He pulls my chair out and I have a seat. He takes his to the right of me. I can not stop smiling at him nor him at me. We talk about something but I have vacated yet again.
He orders himself something to eat and shots for us since I have already ate. We continue to talk but what sticks out in my mind is him eating and me watching him. I enjoy seeing a man eat or in enjoyment of anything. The way his mouth moves, his bite and his chew, how he maneuvers his mouth and tongue with and around his food. If he uses his hands to eat certain foods, if he licks his fingers clean. How he manages his plate. Is he an ATM? All The Meat first(not Ass To Mouth get your mind out of the gutter). Is it all of one food group before he moves on to another? Does he take a taste of this and a taste of that? Does he wet his whistle while enjoying? How a man eats and enjoys his food can tell a lot about him. It's very enjoyable. He finishes his meal and I have thoroughly enjoyed watching him do so! Shot time! We take the first two and another and a few more. The tension is as thick as the part in our servers head. He drags his fingers over the top of my hand.
“Don't touch me.”
“What, why not?”
“I can't take it.”
“Yes you can. Let's get out of her.” He pays the check and we do just that.
“Do you have to go home now?”
“No. I went to mom's first for a bit. I told her I was meeting a friend for a few.”
“Good. Let's go and park somewhere.” I suggest with lifted eyebrow.
“Cool!”