How Wise…Is “So...Wise”?

I think yesterday's CRUSH post is my all time fav. Stop frontin...who's your blog crush?

I've been alluding for weeks now to a real life crush, and recent events have finally prepared me to stop keeping it anonymous...



(it's ridiculous)...It's been months And for some reason I just...
(can't get over us)...And I'm stronger than this... (ENOUGH IS ENOUGH)

Confession: I’m nursing a broken heart.

By now you’ve peeped the hilarious irony of me calling myself Wise…since 100% of my "insight" is pure common sense disguised as groundbreaking commentary. Purposely. I’m no fraud as long as my shit is basically legible, logical and ‘larious. [it’s just comedy folks…] Philosophy the shit ain't...it's throw-away chuckles at best.

But in real life it’s not easy letting go….and THAT doesn’t feel SO WISE at all.

Maybe he just wasn’t feeling ME. You be the judge…

Sooooooooooooooo, there’s this guy…we went to high school together…had friends in common, but he was on the other side of the school and we didn’t really know each other well.

We meet up last spring at our high school reunion. He’s cute. Really damn cute. And smart. Dammit, really smart. And cool.

Funny thing…long before I see him, I joke with my girl Curly that he better not show up looking good! She tells me he’s a big city engineer. He’s also one of the few guys we graduated with whose sordid affairs I’m not privy to. And he just seems like my “type.”

And it appears at the time that he is. It’s reunion weekend, and he and I chat briefly Friday night at a little class social happy hour. It’s surprisingly easy…but then what’s not easy when the booze is flowing…

Later when we all move on to a club, he’s never far from my radar. When he corners me with a two-step, I’m pleasantly surprised that he’s not the shy wallflower dude I suspected.

See, in high school he was very low profile. He played football, and was in all the pre-engineer organizations, but was mad quiet. He might be considered a nerd, but in my school, to some degree everyone was. A school full of overachieving, socially well-adjusted nerds. And I’m a sucker for a well-adjusted, well-rounded, well-read, well-(pop) cultured, well-hung nerd.

So anywho…hot party…and afterwards he and I gravitate toward one another outside the club, standing side by side, saying nothing at all. The shy finally comes out…not just in him either. Finally, cloaked in silence, he’s recognizable. But still intriguing…

Next night at the main reunion party, we’re flirty and taking pics…and gettin sauced. He asks to pay up on the dance he owes me from the night before, and wouldn’t you know it, we get out on the dance floor and it’s the last song of the night…Azz shake interrupted.

By now, everybody’s talking about us…guess it’s obvious to everyone except him and me. We’re the odds on favorites to end up in the sack before reunion weekend is over. (Sorry I let y’all nggas down.) lol

So we move on to a reunion after party at a classmate’s house…crib was laid out. Crazy! I digress…

Oh by the way, Dude – let’s call him Ford – lives in Detroit. I live in NYC…and at the after party our respective cities play subject to our extensive chit chat in a quiet little enclave (aka the living room couch) for a long while. It’s just he and I in the room, and it really does seem like we’re in a world of our own…kind of. Our classmates are obnoxious, horny and got money riding on us, so they’re constantly in and out of the room. Nosy. Honestly, it’s great getting to know him, but it’s really not that deep of a connection…yet.

During the convo he does make a point of mentioning that he is “seeing someone” in Chicago, which is where he used to live before his job moved him back to Motown. I casually mention that I am also involved in NY. Cool.

My crew ditches me, trying to be funny. [note: I’m in the market for some new friends]. So Ford and his best friend end up driving me home early that morning. Convo is easy, no tentative start-stops. Nothing small, forced or corny. Nice.

The next day (Sunday) at the goodbye picnic, he and I hug goodbye like 6 times.

He lives in Detroit.

I’m in NYC.

…Fast fwd to the end of that week, and Ford sends me a very nice email.

So begins the flame…

PS...this is a bit long, but I promise not to keep you hanging like the Vegas saga. :) This will be updated every evening til it's done, gone, outta my system. Carry on.

PART 2