Love Changes

One of my girlfriends told me that" wherever you go you should look my best because you never know when you will meet the man of your dreams". I've been pretty good about trying to keep up with that motto. However, the man of my dreams has not shown up yet.
A co- worker decided that she would "hook me up" with a friend of hers. Now I'm normally not into blind dates but what the hell, it's been a few months since I've had a man take me out. The guy, Eaton, called and we decided to meet at a bar near the beach. The spot was immaculate. It was a very intimate setting. I had on a long spring dress, red, white, and grey with red strappy sandals and accessories. This was one of my favorite ensembles. I looked and felt good. I ordered a drink at the bar while I waited on Eaton. He was 15 minutes late which was a strike against him. Yes, I had a system. Three strikes within a 90 day period and you were out of my game. Thanks Steve Harvey.

Pomegranate Martini number two, 45 minutes later, and Eaton was nowhere to be found. That was it for blind dates for me. I phoned Anjeli, my coworker.
"Hello".
"Girl, where is Eaton?"
"I thought he was supposed to be meeting you tonight?", she asked.
"So did I. I'm sitting here waiting on him and he hasn't come yet".
"Can you go into the bathroom or out the door?"
"Yeah. Why?", I asked, not sure what Anjeli was up to.
"I'm gonna call him on three way".

As I am walking to the bathroom, Anjeli is calling Eaton. The phone is ringing.
Maybe he thought he was supposed to pick me up or I was at the wrong place.
All kinds of things were going through my mind as Anjeli and Eaton were having small talk. Then he said it.
"She's not my type. She's too short to be that heavy. I'm not interested.", Eaton stated strongly.
"Oh My God! I don't believe you, Eaton. She's a beautiful girl. There is nothing...... Wait. How do know what she looks like?" Anjeli was about to go off on him and I was about to hang up the phone until I heard her ask him that question. Eaton and I had never met. We had talked only briefly on the phone a few times. So how did he know what I looked like?
"I was there. I was at the bar. She was sitting exactly where she said she would be,wearing exactly what she said she would be wearing. As soon as I saw her, I knew that she wasn't my type".
I almost dropped my phone. Should I say something? Should I let him know that I was on the phone?
"Anji, you know what kind of job I have. I need a dime on my arm. She just wouldn't fit in with the other girlfriends and wives."
I hung up. I felt like someone had slapped me. I was leaning against the wall of the bathroom. I walked to the mirror and looked at myself. I wiped the tears that were falling down my face, that I didn't know were there. "Wow!" I said out loud.
A lady that was in the stall came out. "You okay, sweetie?"
"Yeah, I'm good".

My first instinct was to just go home. I could feel my phone vibrating but I was sure it was Anjeli. I didn't want to talk to her or anybody for that matter. I decided to take my seat back at the bar and drink myself into a stupor.

Anjeli had called 7 times when I finally checked my phone. Eaton had even called and texted me that he was sorry. That was it. nothing more nothing less. I was sure that Anjeli had pushed him up to do even that. I was checking my phone when this guy sat next to me. I could feel him checking me out. I order another martini and swayed to the band that was playing a jazz song.

"Hello".
His voice was deep and sexy. It gave me chills. I din't look up.
"Hello". he said again.
"I'm sorry. Where you speaking to me?", acting like I didn't know that.
"Yes. I have been sitting across the way there, he pointed his large fingers to an area a few feet away, and decided to walk over. You've been sitting here for over an hour. Are you alright?"

"What does that mean?" I asked.
"You just have been sitting here so long that I thought..."
"What, you thought that I wasn't able to get anyone so you felt sorry for me and decided to come over and take advantage of the situation or patronize me. Is that what you thought?"
I was yelling at this man that was so tall, dark, and handsome that when I finally took a look at him I gasped.
"I'm sorry if I upset you". He turned and walked away back to his area a few feet away.
"Fuck. He must think I'm crazy as hell."

I stumbled to the bathroom. In between my ranting and raving, one of my other friends, Rance, had called me. I tried to call him back but he didn't answer. That was good because although I wanted to be with a man, I wanted one that made me feel special tonight and rance was not that man. Rance was only interested in getting satisfied. After he got what he wanted he was usually too tired or had someplace to go, so he couldn't stay.

It was still early,only 11:00 p.m. on a saturday night so I decided to have one more martini before going home. I guess I was not eaton's or noone else's type because not one person had come over to buy me a drink or ask my name or anything, except the tall, dark, and handsome. Maybe I should apologize to him for being such a bitch. Or not.

I drink a few cups of water before I ordered another drink. Itook my compact out to check out my lipgloss and notice TDH(tall, dark, and handsome) watching me. I ordered a Corona for him and had the waitress send it to him with my apologies. Within a few miutes, he was back at my side. Hes sat there for about five miutes without saying anything.
"Hello". I spoke first.
"Hello".
Damn! he had a sexy ass voice.
"I want to apologize for being such a bitch a few minutes ago."
"Your apology is accepted. Thanks for the beer".
No wedding ring. Yes! No gold teeth. And he smelled good as hell.
"That's the least I could do for acting the way I did".
"Don't be sorry for that. At least that is one greeting that I will never forget". TDH smiled. He has straight, white teeth. I want to kiss him.
"I'm Shemar" . He held out his hand to shake mine.
"I'm Talya". I held mine out and we shook hands.
What a firm grip. Nice big hands. Soft. He worked in an office. His hands were too soft for manual labor.
Shemar and I talked for about an hour or more. Shemar is 41 years old, although he doesn't look a day over 32. He is a Paralegal. He always wanted to be a lawyer but dropped out of college when he girlfriend became pregnant with his daughter. They got married and he got a job as a paralegal. He and his wife divorced after 8 years but he stll has a great relationship with his 20 year old daughter in college.Shemar owns his own home. He enjoys watching movies, working out, playing basketball with his firends on the weekends, and is not in a committed relationship but does have friends.

I told Shemar about my humdrum life as a 38 year old, 2nd grade teacher. I also go to the gym but according to Eaton, It's useless. I told him that I am single, never been married but want to be. I also don't have kids, but may one day. I have a Chiatsu named Dior and enjoy shopping.
As Shemar walked me to my car, I stumbled a bit. I had forgotten how many martinis I had had. He agreed to follow me home in his car.
As he walked me to my doorstep, he gently touched the small of my back and I could feel the moisture forming in my panties. It had been 3 months since I had been with a man. Shemar kissed me on the forehead before he left. We made plans to have drinks Friday night, same place. I can't wait until Friday!!!!