If you’ve read all of my posts on this blog it should be very clear to you that my love life (of lack there of at times) is not very typical. I always end up in strange situations that only my boy Tyrique could relate to. This trend in my life is showing no signs of fading as I am now facing a brand née delima that I suprisingly have never faced before.

I’m actually taking a bit of a risk writing about this situation Being that I am currently dealing with it and if any of the parties involved were to discover this blog it would very possibly compromise the outcome. Never the less, here’s the skinny.

It was a pleasant early spring night.
I was taking a walk on the way to deposit a check and then meet up with my brother. During my stroll I began to think about the week before. In which I was on bus heading home and a very attractive young lady sat right behind me. I reflected on how my mind wen’t totally blank and I was void of a statement to spark a conversation. I also reflected on how the night before this stroll I met up with some friends at a party that was just ending only to find many, many girls there that appeared to be my type. However, they were all leaving and once again I failed to think of a suitable opening. I had 2 failures in 2 weeks, such a record brings into question if I am qualified to write in this blog. There were the thoughts going throughout my minds as I suddenly got frustrated with myself waking down the street. I need to end this self imposed G hiatus, I was getting rusty. I knew I was a better G that these past 2 events. So I declared to my self that the next girl I saw that I was attracted to I would speak to. At that moment, mid-stride, I looked to my left and I saw her. “Shit, that soon!? I can’t back down now” I thought to myself as I continued to walk. Realizing I was only a block away from the bank I decided to deposit the check and head back to where I saw her after. After depositing the check I exited the bank only to find her right in front of me on the street. She began to walk to a near by park risking it all acknowledging that I could be viewed as creepy and rejected, I decided to follow determined to keep the newly established pact with myself.
The moment I caught up with her she was sitting down on a park bench. I inquired about the location I noticed her in and asked if there was even going on. She responded and a conversation commenced.

I was astounded to find the similarities we shared. She embodied attributes I dreamt about finding in a female during my teen years but long since giving up on, believing my standards were too particular and unrealistic. We connected and I began to lose myself in the moment. My bliss was abruptly interrupted as she casually uttered the words “my boyfriend” in the context of our conversation.

Of course, if you have been keeping up with my stories it’s obvious that nothing is easy in my life when it comes to females. Hiding my disappointment and despair the conversation continued. I didn’t want it to seem as if romance was my only intention because truthfully, it wasn’t. I found an amazing person. My kind of person, and I wanted to get to know her.

A short time after a phone call the boyfriend showed up and I felt incredibly awkward, being a strange dude talking to his girl on a park bench on a beautiful spring night as he approached. I shook his hand and departed. She and myself already exchanged contact information and soon after he hung out. Just me, her… two of her friends and her boyfriend. And as my life would have it the boyfriend and myself shared a route half way home where we had a lengthily conversation about common interests. At it’s conclusion I was sad to say that I really like the guy. We’ve hung out since and I always have a great time with her, without and with her boyfriend there. Something about it kinds seems right.

But therein lies my dilemma. I made a new friend who is perfect in many ways but I can’t have her and I am also now friends with main reason I can’t have her.

I’m not going to stress about it though, “que sera sera” as they say. I’m not gonna be hung up on the situation and count the days until they maybe break up, I met 2 pretty awesome people and all because I decided that I wasn’t going to remain silent and get my G back on. All’s well that ends well and maybe this is just beginning.

One thing I neglected to mention, which adds to the allure of the situation. Her name. She shares the same first as and last initial of my ex girlfriend. Some might find this to be a bad thing. The way I see it, if the ideal were to occur the last trace of that chick would he replaced and redefined. But like I said, I’m not going to stress about it. It’s kinda of a win win, time will tell.

IDWBP,

- Ray