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 5 dodged bullets & 2 missed buses later, I think I've finally found the one...

5 dodged bullets & 2 missed buses later, I think I've finally found the one...

 

So it has been forrrrreeeevvvveer! My apologies, so much has happened since my last #TBT Edition post (catch up here). Initially, I had plans to delve into the story about the DJ I reconnected with following my break up with the basketball player, BUT I opted to table summer '08 for a later date and jump straight into my sophomore year (fall 2008-spring 2009). Why you ask? Because again, like I said, SO much has transpired.

Quite often my posts feature the rise and fall of a relationship, and how it has impacted who I am today. Occasionally, I play a role in the downfall of said relationship. Typically, I share intimate details of what went wrong, and expose an ex's phuck boy tendencies. However, not this time. This six-part post is about me owning my shit, coming clean, and hopefully showing one important person that I am FINALLY crystal clear on the kind of man I want and need to build a future with. So are y'all ready?

Last spring, my little sister Amanda and I were in a deep conversation in a quaint Park Slope brownstone. It was a beautiful sunny day. Spring had slowly, but surely crept up. Trees were in full bloom, and Brooklyn was alive again. Amanda sometimes house sat for a successful business woman, and when she did we'd have creative brain storms. As we were revising our five-year goals, she stops mid-sentence and asks, "How many bullets did you dodge? or how many buses did you miss?" Perplexed not because I did not know what she was alluding to, but simply because I have never truly thought about it. It took my brain a full 60 seconds to recalibrate. I answered, "I dodged A LOT of bullets, but I definitely missed one (maybe two buses)." At that very moment, it dawned on me how different my life could have been, and how much I missed a particular person. It had been a little more than a year since we spoke, and I missed him every day. I called and/or text every now and again hoping for an answer, but knowing I didn't deserve one. Remind you I was in an whole entire relationship (I know, smh).

We met the fall semester of my sophomore year. My best friend Kisha and I had just just left a party at Morehouse College, and continued to wander around the all-boys campus hoping to find a little mischief to get into. As we passed an upperclassmen dorm, we noticed through the windows (creeps I know), there were two guys walking down the second flight of stairs in the building. The guy to the right, who looked like he stood close to 6 feet, motioned for me to wait. As the spontaneous person that I am, I said to Kisha hold on a sec. A few moments later the two Morehouse students emerged from the dorm. We talked for about 15 minutes, before they offered to take Kisha and I for ice cream (or maybe it was slushes from Sonic, I can't quite remember). It was at least after midnight, but we were game. To be honest, I was instantly intrigued by the tall, dark chocolate standing in front of me. He was well-spoken, oh so proper, and there was an air of sophistication and confidence. While this guy was a breath of fresh air, another guy, who would become known as north Jersey or Jupiter Love to my friends, had my full attention (to be quite honest: I had just left him at a party). Little did I know this would turn into a whirlwind of emotions, and a very complicated love triangle, where I made A LOT of phuck girl decisions. 

Stay tuned for part two....

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