Booty Call – Part One

I sat in my bed enjoying the feeling of Friday, freedom from the semester and soon close of 2012. It was after 10 p.m. when my phone vibrated and I saw his name. I thought maybe he pocket dialed me. He asked what I was doing, and I replied with the customary nothing. He asked if I’d be up for a while or was I going to sleep? I replied I’d probably be up. He invited me to a party where he would only know one person. I said I’d go.

I had no idea what would be in store as we walked up to the front porch of this house in a neighborhood I wasn’t familiar with. He reiterated he’d only know the birthday girl, and I didn’t expect to know anyone. I immediately see two friends as soon as we walk up and in. First impressions around others are good, and I knew this would be a score in his mind.

We oscillated between the front porch and living room talking to strangers. I noticed his friendliness, something that concerned me. I made an effort to hold my own and not see attached to his hip. We stood on the front porch talking to others when he turned and looked at me.

“So that text I got from the other day was weird.” I was taken aback about how he brought this up unbroached. I reiterated how I’m pretty open about how I feel towards someone whether it’s friendly or romantic. He explained his caution towards dating and how he moved there after really getting to know someone. I laughed when he spoke about being “accosted” by guys. “Why are you laughing?” “You used the word accosted to describe it.” We moved along in the discussion. He said, “But I feel like we’re getting to know each other,” leaving hope in my heart.

The party continues.

He looked over me, tickles me quickly and turns back away.

The party continues.

I turn, see a friend visibly upset, and chase after her into the streets. We sit and talk on a curb. I soothe, her but she seems too upset to hear me. She agrees to go back to the party. We walk up to the front porch; he asks where have I been? It’s feels nice to know he was concerned where I was off to and what I was off doing. More so with who.

The night continues. The dancing continues. The smiles and laughs continues. We weren’t supposed to be here this long. We both had early mornings.

We leave; he pulls up in front of my building. I ask myself do I immediately get out of the car? Do we sit and talk for a while or do I invite him in? He puts the car in park and turns it off. Good, I don’t have to decide.  We sit and talk. Moments later another car pulls up behind us. I invite him in. He agrees but only for a few minutes.

We sit on my couch. Moments of silence will pass and while he stares at me, he asks, “What are you thinking?” I feel silly and happy and nervous. I find myself telling him things, turning to look him in the eyes and then finishing with, “But I don’t know,” out of nervousness while looking away. He’s an hour later, and it’s 3:30 a.m. He says he should leave. I walk him to the door, and we hug goodbye. I’ll pay for the lack of sleep. but I don’t care.

The next night we text. He writes, “As tired as I am, I really want to see a movie.” I tell him there are probably 11:30 and midnight showings. He asks me if I’ll go with him if he finds something. Just what I want to hear. Time with no communication passes.I text him. He calls me. We won’t be going to see a movie, but we talk on the phone. I flash back to being 16 on the phone with my first love. I like this feeling. The conversation jumps around, but I love how he leads it. An hour has passed. It’s one in the morning and we both agree we hang up.

I’m enjoying the momentum, and I text him that Sunday. The conversation is lackluster, so I let it fizzle. I don’t want to seem too available.

It’s after 11 p.m. when he calls me. “Hello,” I answer. “Did you call me?” he asks. No, no I didn’t call him. My memory goes out here, but I next remember agreeing to him coming over for a few minutes. He is in the neighborhood.

It’s midnight. I have work in the morning. I sit there listening to him. I’m bored. I keep thinking “Why are you here? Where is this going?” Yet I oblige him. He leaves after an hour and I think, maybe I don’t like him. But I did invite him to hang out with me and a friend the next day.

I’m at dinner when he calls. He apologizes for interrupting, but asks if we are still on for tonight. He explains he has lost his house key, so he will have to call me back about it.

At my place I update my friend on him. Suddenly my phone vibrates on my desk, and we discuss him getting another key made. He may not be able to hang out with us, but says he will call me back and let me know. She asks me if I think he will call back. I say, “Yes.” She says I seem pretty sure, and I explain that I know when he says he will do something, he will do it.

We’re all eating frozen yogurt together. I want to see his and hers interaction. I can tell he is wearing his “I love haters” tank under his jacket. My friend asks him about his life including where he wants to go for grad school. He mentions Boston. She smile, knowingly looks at me while saying, “Jarryd wants to go to move to Boston.” The conversation continues, but he pokes fun at me at times. He gets up to get more frozen yogurt. I quickly in a whisper ask, “What do you think?” “I like him, but he is definitely intense.”

We all decide to go back to my place. As we dive deeper into conversation, I find myself upset at his attitude at times. Behind my back I text my friend she needs to stay until he leaves. She texts me back and as she does, he asks, “Am I boring you?”

He has crossed a line in my book.

She soon after leaves, he admits he feels he was different tonight than he usually would be with meeting someone. “I feel your friend didn’t like me.” I say, “She likes you,” but he can tell my voice fades off.

 Monday, Jan 21 at 9 a.m. Booty Call – Part Two will publish.

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Note from the writer:

2013 will involve some big changes to this blog and my life. While staying true to the initial vision for this blog, you will definitely see more diversity in posts. Stay tuned for an upcoming announcement!

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I hope you enjoyed this post! Feel free to comment, tweet me (@JarrydK).

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