You remember the first time you met someone who turned out to be one of the most important people you'd ever meet?
A mentor or parental figure? A life long friend? A soul mate? (Let's leave the debate of the definition of a 'soul mate' for another time).
Did you know?
I did. On all 3 counts.
I'll take you on a journey - an excerpt from "Blurr". It's a story about the first time I met my... Well that doesn't matter at the moment.
It was all a cold Blurr... As in standing just outside the nightclub "Blurr". As in the dead of winter, standing outside the nightclub "Blurr". As in brrr at Blurr. It was cold outside. Real, real cold. But, like the song says "when it's cold outside, there's no need to worry cause I'm so warm inside." Or at least I would be.
Me & my dudes stepped in to the club for a memorable time. Turns out it would bee a night I'd never forget. As usual, my boy knew people at the door. For once I was quite relieved cause like I said, it was bone chill cold and the line that spanned around the corner wasn't looking too appealing - even at the warmest of times.
With his characteristically cool coolness, Smooth excused himself by the line towards the door. I needed no explanation or invitation so I followed, making my best attempt to act like I was doing exactly what I was supposed to. I followed Smooth's lead, walked by the line, greeted the door man with a pound & a smile and strut directly into the club. No questions asked so I didn't ask any questions. Once we were far enough from the door to where my body could temporary forget about the minus whatever ridiculous double digit that was just beating it into involuntary spasms I removed my jacket. Before I could get my bearings to get to the coat check area, Smooth had grabbed my jacket, spun it together with his and in all of what seemed to be one motion passed it over the counter to the bar tender who disappeared with our coats quickly enough to only leave me with the glow of where her smile just was. A smile, clearly, directed in Smooth's direction.
You see Smooth had a way with women. They just couldn't get enough of him. I didn't understand it either. I mean he's a good looking dude, owns his own business & is a true friend. But they didn't know any of that. Well besides the good looking part. All I know was that they'd meet him, they'd remember him, they'd want him. And if it meant hanging my coat in the manager's office to get him, I was okay with that.
As a small token of my appreciation I grabbed a couple beers & we made our way through the crowd, crossing the very packed dance floor to go grab a spot by the bar in the back. Which, because of the layout of the club was really the front. Thankfully no windows cause I could do without seeing the faces of all those folks we walked by in the line shivering.
My beer was cold in my hand. Real cold, which was nice cause it was hot inside. Real hot. And the temperature was pretty high in the spot too. I always thought that clubs purposely turned the ac off & made the place desert so that people would do anything for a $6 bottle of water or don't even ask how much bottle of beer. Domestic beer I might add. Anyways, I was sweating and I wasn't even moving. I decided to situate myself somewhere so no one could lean up on me. Particularly dudes. It's real funny, I mean not to generalize but it seems most the Cats I know get drunk & like to get closer to men. Some of 'em enjoy prolonged greeting hugs or dancing obliviously close to another dude. Ah well, point was I was looking for a spot to be where the likelihood of that transpiring was as close to zero as I could make it. Ah! A pole. Sweet, isolated, ready for me to lean on pole. I smiled & headed towards my new island. When I got there, I realized it wasn't uninhabitable. And I realized that the place just got hotter. And warmer too.
She turned just in time to catch me taking her in. Not even physically. Though physically too. But really taking her in...
A young lady posted a comment on facebook which read
"Men are only as loyal as their options."
This I agree with. Sort of. I replied "Or a man is only loyal when he has only one option. As in 'she is the only one I want to be with.'"
A man can only remain loyal when inside of himself, deep inside, he knows that without her very little else matters.
A man can only remain loyal when upon meeting her, everything else becomes a Blurr. Sometimes this only happens once. Sometimes never at all. Rarely is a man blessed enough, lucky enough or have a bureau powerful enough to make it happen again.
Luckily I know Harry Mitchell.
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