Misery in happiness

Intro

Why was it so hard for you to show your emotions to me? After all we’ve been through. I need you to help me understand. I know I haven’t always been honest with you, but I’ve always loved you. Our conversations don’t always turn out the best which leaves somethings better left unsaid. We’ve had so much conflict lately. Where did it all go wrong? We used to be so good…. we “used” to be.

When we first met, my attraction to you was obvious. While I’ve Never been that guy that just ran to have a conversation with a beautiful woman, there’s something about that eye contact, a slight sneaky smile, a drink sent, or maybe just a true organic introduction. But love in the laundromat? This is a first for me for sure.

Me and a few of the guys in my building loaded up the work van with our laundry for the week and went over town to Comfort Klean, the local laundromat. Shawn and Slick raced out of van to get inside. Not that they were dying to get their laundry done. See for these guys, they’re trying to find the available women in the building. Shawn said, “Laundry tells you who’s in the house. If I don’t see any men’s dirty draws going in or out of the washer, it’s showtime!”. They keep a lot of women, so I guess they’re accurate. It’s crazy.

I grabbed my bags and started towards the door ready to get this over with. My mama did my laundry until i left home. And then after that, Chelle, my ex, she took care of everything. Now it’s just me in a new city left to figure it out on my own.

And that is when I saw you. I couldn’t see your body because of the 2 baskets that you were carrying. But I could see the small curves of your hips off to the side. No ring on your finger. I couldn’t see your laundry to check for a man’s boxers. But it doesn’t matter to me because what I want to know I will ask.

Threw down my laundry and moved to step up and grab the door for you. My palms are sweating. What’s up with that? I know I haven’t been out here chasing in a minute, but I couldn’t be this far off of my square. You looked at me as I gestured for you to walk through the door. You weren’t looking at me with the kind of look that i was looking at you with. The look on your face was the look of a woman that always gets approached by men. Alot. You’re beautiful. Yes, I get it. But you haven’t been approached by me. Not yet.

“Which one is your car? I’ll get the door for you or let me just take those baskets. They look a little heavy.”

She said, “No thank you but i appreciate the help with the door. Have a good evening.”

Huh? Have a good evening? We dont just close doors like that where I’m from. And definitely not on me. But I cant come off like that. I gotta play this kind of strategic.

“Ah ok. You too Betty.” I bent down to pick up my laundry and mentally waited. How am i gonna call her a name that she hasnt even given me. 1, 2….

“Excuse me sir, I’m not sure who Betty is, I never gave you a name. Wrong woman. Goodnight.”

“Youre right. You didnt give me your name. Not that i didnt want to ask but i also didnt want to keep stepping to you like im sure all men do.” Her face softened. She liked that. Time to put the nail in the coffin.

“So i figured id call you Betty since you obviously like Betty Boop. The bowtie on Chevy logo on your tahoe is red. The license plate in the front is betty boop. And your slides are polka dots. So yeah, Betty. Unless that smile on your face is an indication that you do want me to have your name. As well as your phone number so that we can talk at a better time.”

Shes thinking. But she smiled. A little too hard to. I watched her sway a little bit as she sized me up. 6’1. 245 pounds solid. Standing tall in my air max and black sweatpants. Basic but hopefully it’ll do.

“Im April. And you are?”
“My name is Maestro.”
“Stop it. Your real name please sir.”
“Thats what my mother named me. When you meet her next month, you can ask her.”

She laughed. “Maestro, I just gave you my name, who said I’m meeting your mom?”

“Me. Because the way i see it, that gives me 30 days to have you fall for me. There’s just one problem with that.”

“And what might that be?”

“The problem that im having is, trying to figuring out what we’re gonna do with the other 29 days we’ll have left. Thats the struggle.”

She handed me her baskets and told me to follow her. She couldn’t stop laughing so she can’t stop smiling. She handed me her phone number once I put her laundry in the back of her truck. Told her I’d call her tomorrow. Gave her a side chuch hug with a peck on the forehead. Game. Set. Match. But did i win or did i lose.

Misery in happiness

Jacki3