Then about a two months ago, I was in the house bored and decided to see what he was up to. On his way back to Brooklyn about to head to his boy's party, did I want to tag along? Most definitely. I put alot of thought into my outfit. Not because I wanted to look good for Four but because I didn't want to get the side eye from any of the chicks that he might want to bag. Bubba (my best white boy) and I have arrived at parties together and I know from those experiences how tight women can get when they see a boy they want to bag arrive with a female. So I wore some tight jeans that make my new booty (I've gained about 15 pounds since September) look great and a low cut dolman sleeve shirt. Did my makeup a little more subtle than I usually do for a party and was ret to go. Four texts me that he's outside and when I open my front door, he's standing in front of his MDX waiting for me. I realize now that I've lowered my standard considerably in the past, because this was the first time in a long time that a man was actually waiting to open the car door for me.
Four gives great hugs. I know I've never been that big, but I always see myself as a big burly bitch. But hugging his 6'4" frame made a bitch feel dainty and ladylike and damn it if I didn't like it! But I'm still thinking that we're just friends and that he's looking at me as a big sister not a potential partner. We hit the party and one of his good friends from high school (who I always thought was a sweetie) was there. Four and I are joking about all the tall men in the party and he's telling me that I should go do my thing. But for some reason I thought it wouldn't be cool and I stayed by his side. We sit down and sure enough he takes the "she's with me stance." That's when I started wondering, "is this a date or am I just out of practice being around male friends?" But no the second thing is not true. I recently hung out with my gorgeous god-brother with no problem. (You might be thinking that of course I wouldn't hit on my god-brother, but we hadn't seen each other from the time we were about 9 until about 2 years ago and we are in no way related by blood.) So what was going on with me?
We leave the party and I'm still deep in thought about what the hell is going on between me and Four. I'm not paying attention and two boys start a tussling. Four grabs me by the waist and pulls me in close to him and honestly I just about melted. Something about being in his arms just felt soooo nice. And I picked up that he liked me being there when the boys stopped the bullshit and he still didn't let me go. We went out to eat after and just like in high school the conversation was great. We definitely can wax poetically about more now than we did in high school, but I remember that we were never at a loss for words when we were together back then either. He could always make me laugh with his strange sense of humor and acerbic wit and I've found that nothing has changed about that. He also has the most uncanny ability to say the most outrageous things to me without me getting offended or pissed off. Actually they usually just make me laugh.
So he drives me home and the whole way there I'm wondering if I'm the only one who thought that this really felt like a date. I'm wondering if I kiss him will he pull back, let me because he doesn't want to offend me (and besides what man doesn't like kissing a hot woman!?) or will he be thinking the same thing that I am - wondering what those lips will feel like? So we get to my house and he gets out to open my door. For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead I got another one of those hugs. It was a great hug, don't get me wrong, but I wanted to a kiss. So what do I do? I bet your thinking that I reached up and planted one on him. You'd be wrong. Or maybe that I asked him straight out to kiss me. You'd still be wrong. You know what my smooth ass does? I mush him!