He was the first boyfriend that I ever had. We lost touch over the years, but always remained in minimal contact. He's like a modern day Malcolm X, with a definite New York City, Bronx edge to him. Political humor. He's witty... always has been a comedian, able to make anyone laugh. He follows current events just like I do. I can always hold an intelligent conversation with him. He smokes weed regularly. He was always the "thug" who was good enough for an elementary school "fling" and I was always the well spoken innocent one. Yet as I got older, we reconnected and he's always been there for me... now he calls me everyday. He jokes about how we'll have kids together one day, and I laugh. Suddenly his jokes don't seem so unbelievable anymore. Maybe in another life we could be together. But the picky Virgo in me tells me I ultimately need a cleaner cut man. Our late 20s have given us another chance to get to know each other again - to form something deeper than the silly 8th grade "romance" we once had... when I was too shy to talk to him. Through all these years, he's always liked me. He calls me everyday now, and we laugh and chat about all sorts of things... about his job, about who he's dating or not dating. His consistency and reliability turns me on. I trust him because I've known him for years and he's always had my best interest at heart. He's got that old school West Indian way about him too (he was born in Jamaica), and I think it's so cute. He takes a shower every morning and every night - sooo West Indian... and he's randomly not that computer literate. Yet he's on World Star every night and listens to Rush Limbaugh everyday just to hear the enemy's side. Now I'm starting to see him in a different light. If only he would ease up on that weed a bit... then we could actually date. He jokingly calls everyone else "mortals". But seriously, with his intelligence why does he lower his standard of living and the company he keeps? He should be jet-setting across the world meeting people - he's that charismatic and bright. I'm leaving for Africa in December anyway, so life will take its course with us once again. I just didn't see this coming. I thought what was in grade school could never amount to anything serious as adults. Now here we are. I enjoy how he's always flattered me and complimented the woman I am. I have called him upset in tears about another man and he's never judged, never been cold. He's been so reliable and now when I think of him I get a warm familiar sort of feeling. He's always respected me too. I slept over his house after a BBQ recently and he was fine with us sleeping in different bedrooms. Never once tried to make a move on me. The next morning as he went to work he gave me cab fare to get back to Manhattan. He is a man. The kind of man I could see myself with. But he has to clean himself up a bit if he wants to be with me. And I don't know if he's willing to alter his lifestyle that much. And he doesn't have to. We can remain close friends. If this is the best angle for us, then let it be. But there's still something unknown there. Something we haven't delved into at 26 and 28 years old. I'm pleasantly curious... Maybe this Bajan girl can set her sun with this Jamaican boy. Or at least play in the sand with him. She certainly never saw that coming.
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