He Could Get It

I have had 3 real relationships in my short dating life. The first spanned approx 4 years (on and off/declared and undeclared). The second nearly made it to two, and the third fell slightly short of three.

In addition, you may be aware of my current situation with a wonderful man who tries my patience sometimes and may possibly be in love with a lady friend of his but truly doesn’t know it. Today, I don’t want to speak about any of them. Today, I’m thinking of the finest, sexiest, most unavailable love interest to ever come into my life.

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We met in 2001. I was trying to leave a mixer in the first month of my first term at university. Someone bumped me hard, I lost my balance in four inch heels, went flying and was caught by a pair of very strong arms. The owner of the well toned arms looked at me with the sexiest smile and cocoa brown eyes. He asked, “are you alright?” Even though I said yes, he looked sceptical. His response – “Prove it. Dance with me”. So, we did our thing on the dancefloor, and headed to a quiet area to talk. I found out that he was a year older than me, he was visiting a friend and that he was funny. After a good hour or so of chatting, I was tired and ready to go home. He offered to walk me back to my halls of residence.

When we got to my door, he claimed his friend lived on the top floor of my building. I thought, “Here we go! I knew this shit was too good to be true. He’s about to try it on.” Conveniently, he couldn’t reach his friend by cell phone. I let him into the building and we headed upstairs to see if his story was true. Would know it, his story checked out but his friend wasn't back yet. We sat around, listened to some music and talked some more. The chemistry was on fire and there were many opportunities that should’ve been taken re: a kiss but weren’t. This was because, although relationship No.1 had ended, a part of me wanted reconciliation. So I didn’t unwrap any of that chocolate. I was content to flirt :). For the next five years, we'd run into each other every now and then, but never be single at the same time. He stayed permanently in the proverbial cookie jar labelled: Look, But Don’t Touch.

In 2007, we bumped into each other randomly in Central London and I was as happy to see Chocolate Cocoa Brown, the friend. It turned out we were finally single at the same time. We went out on a date and it was nice. We kissed and it was verrry nice. I went on holiday shortly afterwards and we talked for hours cross-Atlantic (all on his phonebill-how rare is that?). For some reason, our schedules were extremely hectic and a relationship did not materialise. I saw him last Friday at the birthday shindig. He looked good and smelt delicious. A bunch of us went out on Saturday and we had a moment or ten to a slow song and some dancehall riddims lol. Nothing happened and I doubt anything ever will because I’m very happy with Mr. Man. Chocolate Cocoa Brown fits the mold of the type of man I used to date so that's a definite no-no. But damn if he isn't the finest thing!