Trouble, TROUBLE

   So it's Thursday and Joyce and Carmen and I wanted to get some drinks after work. Wild Wing here we come. $2 vodka drinks? Say word! Carmen gets the first two rounds and we take it outside to the patio, choosing to sit at a table with a black couple. Carmen is talking to the guy because the guy recognizes her and by default, recognizes me as well. Chile, I couldn't place his face to save my life but as he describes what happened that night of the initial meeting, I'm putting the pieces together. I laughed my ass off remembering how toasted Carmen was and how she violated his poor cousin. My good ol' buddy Antoine comes outside and sits down beside me, lighting up his cigarette and putting his beer down on the table. We exchanged pleasantries and I go to the bar to buy the next round of drinks. When I come back, Carmen is talking to the girl about how she just found out she has cervical cancer and her impending surgery. Yeah. Carmen has cancer, but luckily she caught it during the early stages so all she needs is a quick surgery. Thank God for small favors. Anyways, Carmen has everyone at the table in stitches as she talks about her dysfunctional relationship with her man. Girl is crazy y'all! She talks straight up shit to that man and he puts up with it. She's not as bad as Ms. Crazy with it though, but she still got him in check. So on the subject of men, Antoine asks me if I heard from D. I told him yeah- WAIT! Did I tell y'all though? Lemme check real quick...Nope. Sure didn't.
Well one night D called me while I was at work reading a good book at a good part. So he's talking but I'm not picking up on the voice, trying to figure out which guest this is and what the hell they want. I couldn't hide it anymore though so I was just like- "I'm sorry, who is this?" and in typical dramatic D fashion he says, "Well damn. I guess it's a good thing I didn't call you in an emergency, I would've been dead!" I knew who it was then and I'm 85% sure he heard my eyes roll to the back of my head. He started asking questions and I deaded them pretty quickly so he told me to write down his number and call him later. Right. THAT didn't happen. First of all, I told him repeatedly how much I hate getting personal phone calls on my work line, so that just annoyed the hell out of me. Second of all, you know- when it's over, it's over. And maybe we can be good friends like Sauce and I but I just don't see that happening. D is the kind of guy who gets attached easily and I don't need him getting any mixed signals.
   Antoine is clearly amused by this story and says something to the effect of everything has their season. I ask him how his family is doing and he proceeds to show me pics of his two adorable children. Time really does fly, because I remember them being so young but now they're developing personalities, it's really cute to see how much pride he shows with all the pics in the wallet. But at the same time- he's sending me these looks that are sending signals straight to Lola. It didn't help that the table conversation got turned to sex somehow. I think Carmen was talking about how she refuses to give her man head and she doesn't want him doing that to her either. Of course everyone is weighing in on the subject. Next thing you know the guys are talking about their oral skills and positions. Antoine turns to me asks if D was hitting it right. I answered truthfully and he just kinda looked at me and nodded his head. Then he said something like he can get me loose and he's looking at me again. I just kinda look back at him. Carmen notices the private conversation and she tells us that we look like a cute couple. I choose that moment to get up to go to the bathroom. Joyce hands me some money so I can get another round of drinks for us.
   When I come back to the table, Antoine is telling Carmen how me and him "get it in" all the time. Carmen is just looking all bug-eyed and slack-jawed, saying "Nuh-Unh" and "Oooh". And he starts to describe in detail everything we do. At this point, it's just messing with me because the most contact we've ever had was one of those "church hugs" you know- one arm, no real body contact. But I know what he's doing. He's trying to get me to imagine how it WOULD be if I were to get with him. He's winning for a minute but after Carmen lets out a long "oooooh" I squash it by telling her how we know each other. Of course she knows who D is, everyone at my damn job knew him and when I tell her how pretty his wife and kids are, she has to see the pics. She's Black and Puerto Rican but Carmen says she looks more Dominican than anything. Then the two of them start talking about Spanish foods and I felt like the conversation was finally on safe ground.
   I was losing my damn mind out there. I mean, I can't deny that there has always been an attraction between the two of us since D first introduced us, but I knew that was his boy. And he's married. AND his chick can really scrap. I'm sure when it comes down to the nitty gritty I can hold my own, but I don't want to test that out anytime soon. But still...it's nearing the end of the night and we exchange numbers. He's asking if I was okay to drive because I was in straight chill mode, but I told him I was good and he said he hoped so. That was definitely a double entendre. So we're all in the parking lot and he's giving me instructions- I think for when to call him- and how I BETTER call him. I'm not even gonna lie, I was toying with the idea for sure. I mean, damn. Just Damn.
   After passing out once I got home, I woke up and erased his number from my contact list. I don't need that trouble. I may want it A LITTLE a lot, but I don't need it.

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