April 25, 2014
NEW MESSAGE! Showed up on my screen. It was Ralph confirming our birthday eve rendezvous.
"See you around ten?" he texted. I agreed and expressed excitement. I was turning 30 and feeling the change. This is such a blessing to make it ten years strong of HIV and see another year, another chapter of life. On top of having Ralph on top of me.
March 23, 2014
Met him back in March during the first weekend in my new Midtown villa at an event premiering Impulse with a photography art exhibit and party. The West End industrial studio with white and cream curtains and table clothes with black accents was completely packed. Everyone's greeted to an Urban socialite magazine photographer capturing the community glitterati dressed in their best attire. Models were surrounded by admiring patrons appreciating the photography and atmosphere. Wearing my yellow power shoulders blouse, dark denim jeans, blue and yellow kente cloth scarf and mid length black cowboy boots with my black trench peacoat, I greeted the camera with a confident smile and newly inducted Midtown swag. Giving Grace Jones mug.
The drinks were flowing as people from all directions greeted me with love and respect. It felt good to be out. It'd been a while since I'd been to one of these events seeing familiar faces. The DJ kept the party in motion catering to excitement and culture. The first Chippendale model Scooby came up to me with arms open, he was a friend I've seen around the way at the former Outwrite Bookstore and other settings for a few years. The short mocha colored cutie with dread locks, clipboard at hand came to say hello. He asked if I'd signed up for Impulse and I grabbed the clipboard and placed my info.
Soon after Chippendale Model#2 walked up to introduced himself as Xavier. Fine! I mean I would drink his bath water FINE! Where you stay at FINE! With clipboard at hand he's asking for my info yet I'd already given it to Scooby. He didn't mind instead he stuck around to talk for a few and I felt like silk.
After we chatted I grabbed a drink or few (open bar, don't judge me ) and headed to sit when I noticed men giving me the eyes. I was turning heads and didn't mind one bit. I was feeling the celebration within myself. New outlook, new villa, new attitude, everything was brand new and I reveled in it. I guess the men noticed a change too. In fact someone from years ago approached me and to be honest I still don't remember their name but he was definitely a Buckhead cutie with charm. Even kissed my hand chile and GOT EVERY SECOND OF MY LIFE!
"What's going on?" I'm thinking to myself. I'm not use to this level of attention and I didn't expect it, yet there it was plain as sight, nam myoho renge kyo boo! The photographer responsible for the racy, invigorating and powerful project grabbed everyone's attention with drinks at hand and smiles to match. He thanked us all for coming out and then turned the mic over to a model whom I knew to premiere the party.
Curtains fall and revealed was an entire oversized space with more bars, exquisite desserts, DJ booth, lights, tall Roman columns and hardwood floor. It was as if we'd transported to a different world with a hint of neon. Everyone was taken back from the entire set up. I made my way over to the table and slightly toppled the chocolate covered strawberries (which I'm allergic to by the way). Luckily no one saw but I didn't want to be looked those looks of " girl really!?" So I slid away and walked over to the bar for my next drink.
After witnessing drunk bitches at the party walk around in another world, I gladly received my specialty and slowly paced the space. Dancing, laughter, healthy shade throwing, the night was just getting started and people were feeling their cocktails. Standing solo nestling my drink, from my left peripherals, I noticed Chippendale model #3 approaching my way. At first I thought he was just passing but then I grew a bit nervous.
While holding my drink up to my mouth I said under my breathe:
"Is he walking over here? Girl, he walking over here ... drink your drink ... be cool ... just be cool bitch ... and don't moist yourself ... he is actually making contact in 3 ... 2 ... 1 ..."
Staring directly at me was a 6ft cinnamon brown skin Brotha with chiseled everything and a killer smile with clipboard at hand.
"Hi would you like to sign up for Impulse!?" He asked with a hint of flirt and so I flirted back explaining that I'd already signed up and then the conversation really began.
"I'm Ralph and you are?"
"Antron, pleasure to meet you, Ralph."
The Minneapolis native was completely flawless. From head to toe and stupid fine. Like, "I wanna buy him a short set" FINE so how could I resist.
"Have you ever seen Wreck It Ralph?"
"I have, with my nephew."
"How cool, I haven't but I hear it's good."