Saltwater Taffy

I was stretchin out... spreading my wild side just before hunkering down for school. I thought it would be fun, ya know? Just have a lil look around.Maybe make a new friend in the process. Aquaintence was our only refuge. She with a mouth full of pizzaz, me drippin artistic/earth tone business casual...the stuff dreams are made of - but I didn't really know it. I was just hangin out to dry... expecting Grad school to be the most UNEVENTFUL period of my social life. Then this familiar sound cought my ear. That ol skool Baduizm - the exact flavor I craved and scoured the professional scene for - naturals, african prints, or ankh earrings... some remnant of The Motherland still bustin' out the seams of some young professional.

Afro-Classy / Sophistican ? (not sure if they have a term for it yet, but I call it sexy)

I was just about cool with everything, packing my unrequited emotions up and moving to Florida with a chip on my shoulder and a future in the balance with every exam... my dreams resting until I assumed my final professional title of Doc of Physical Therapy - then (and only then) might I have a chance to date and be taken seriously ... then and only then might I reunite with the ghost of Christmas past and actually release the scrooge plaguing my hetero-sexuallity.

I was pretty much optimistically opting out of an emotional anything before this ol lady (32) walked into my life.

Rollercoasters and taffy seem to mix, usually the taffy is best after the ride - in this case there was taffy both before and after the wild ride. We spoke on the phone and flirted. We composed letters and mailed them. Then we scheduled a date. The date lasted all weekend and before you start salivating for x-rated details, I'll tell you it wasn't my best work at all. I think it was a combination of EVERYTHING - the timing, my past decision to move with a clear conscience and heart, the stubborn unrequited pacemaker, and the sheer speed of sexual tension oozing even Stevie Wonder got-down... It got me, I broke character and thought: She's cool, familiar, she's diggin me, why not let her help with that hump in-ya back? Tru she was gettin a lil attached VERY EARLY (2months of chatting/ letters) and her "HEART WAS IN IT," but she was a big girl right? Older able to handle a lil weekend excursion and keep it movin the way it was.

I had a window seat on my flight and returned home happy.

Then, the roller coaster cought up with the taffy. I think she got sick of all the sugar. Sugar cane sweet tooth but, mine wasn't for sale. I offer samples of taffy... a lil somethin for after life's wild rides. Hopefully, what I offer now is satisfying.


I really had no idea I was more than a sweet treat to you. I still don't know what to do... I understand your frustration...I hope you understand mine. You've earned a place in my blog and that, miss lady is no-small feat.

My heart lives in prose.

Taffy! Taffy! Makes you happy, It's not a meal, but sure makes you happy!