Monday, December 19, 2011
The next morning I woke up to see the doors to the balcony open and hear splashing below. I had half a mind to believe it was a dolphin or something splashing around, but I had a glimmer of hope that it was Cash and nothing so big and aquatic would be right underneath my room. I got up and didn't bother to put anything on, as our villa was secluded enough from the others that I could be free with it. I stepped out onto the balcony and caught Cash's eye.
"This is what I call a good morning", he called from the water ogling me as he beckoned with splashing water. "Why don't you come in and join me? The water feels incredible."
"Are you serious?", I asked him eyebrows raised. "I haven't even had a chance to wipe the cold out my eye yet."
"Don't worry about it. The ocean'll take care of allll that. Besides, it's just as jealous as me that you're up there and we're down here.", he mock pouted.
I had a choice to make right then and there. I could do what I normally did, and get acclimated to actually being awake before I jumped out the window. This time only literally. Or I could be spontaneous and fun and join my man down in a real fantasy. I'll take door number two please. I ran into a dive and jumped head first into the ocean. I opened my eyes underwater and found Cash's legs. I swam up to him and emerged from the water inches from his face.
Friday, December 9, 2011
When I pulled up to the airport in a black Lincoln towncar, Cash was waiting for me on the airstairs looking oh so dapper, adorned in a cream linen suit and some brown and cream wingtips. His attire told me we were headed some place where the climate was tropical, and I said a silent thank you that we weren't headed to Antarctica or something.
He descended the stairs just as the driver grabbed my bag and took it to the cargo hold. In his hand he held a champagne flute, with a strawberry on the rim as a garnish. He pressed his lips to mine, embraced me, and offered me the champagne. He appraised me with a look of flattering appreciation and said,
"A little something to celebrate our first trip together. You look gorgeous as always."
And I was glad to hear it. I was dressed in a pair of Chloe high waisted cream palazzo pants, a Dolce & Gabanna black silk button down blouse with a multi-layered Chanel necklace strung with black, silver, and cream beads, a pair of black Brian Atwood shooties to finish the look. Although I tried to make it look easy, it wasn't such an easy feat getting ready for a trip, an overseas one at that, within a day's notice.
I'd had to get an emergency wax at Completely Bare, tip my stylist extra love love to change my weave to a wet and wavy on the fly, just in case there would be an ocean concerned, and I'd had to go shopping for things that weren't already in my closet. On top of that, I had been up all night packing and trying on clothes, that I was exhausted as I don't know what. If not for the double shot of espresso, a cup of coffee and some concealer, I would have been looking ratchet. And clearly that just won't do.
He didn't need to know all of that though. I just took the compliment with a coquettish smile and replied,
"Thank you, babe. As do you. So are you gonna tell me where we're going?"
"Ever been to Bora Bora?
Monday, December 5, 2011
I have a gripe. Though to call it a gripe is sort of contradictory because my gripe is about people who do nothing but...gripe. To complain about complaining is probably the most hypocritical thing you can do, but damnit I'm doing it. Again. I cannot stand to log into Facebook and see people complaining ALLLL day long. If it aint about this one is a liar, or this one is miserable, or I hate my job, or I hate bitches, or I hate dudes, or just I hate...I hate...I hate. Well you know what I hate? THAT bullshit.
People complain all day to the people that they are seemingly complaining about. You follow me? My FB page consists of "friends" I can actually tolerate. I don't go on there to dog people, subliminally at that. I hate a subliminal gibe. If you gon' go in on somebody, atleast have the balls to let them know it's them you're talking to. Telling all your FB friends is sort of a cop out to me. Sorry. It's like when rappers take subliminal shots when we all know who they're talking about *coughs Drake*. Though he often does the most, I'd take 50's clear cut insults to Ja Rule any day. At least nobody can call him fake.
Don't get me wrong, we all have a bad day err now and again. We all go on there talking about something we just had to get off our chests. Or sometimes we just need somebody to cosign. I get it. We're human. But if all you do is talk negatively and spew trash, it makes me wonder about the person you really are and what you must be lacking if Facebook is where you seek solace.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Now that we were working on trust, it seemed like no better time to get started working on other things...like some skin on skin action. I hadn't had any since my Vegas rendezvous and I was starting to feel the effects. I was irritable, having snapped at my poor assistant on more than one occasion. I was finding lil backed up pimples popping up on my face and I was none too happy about it. Cash was a sweetheart and he was definitely courting me but I was ready for him to push up on the kid...literally.
I was starting to wonder if my past experiences with men had taught me to expect too little. We'd gotten hot and heavy a time or two...or three, but he kept talking some he "wanted it to be special". That was sweet and all but I wasn't a virgin, and though special was nice I could think of a few other "S" words to describe our first sexual encounter, none of them being "special".