The Date You Only See on Movies

Ever since I left Milwaukee my experiences with picking up men have been much more progressive and slightly effortless.

I went on a date with my beautiful dancing dread man, Stones, who we met in Simple is the Key.

This meeting which turned into a date was very impromptu. I had an extra ticket for a wine and cheese event at Projects Gallery in Philly and he was the one available person for the night to join me.

We met there, had two glasses of wine, conversed, laughed, and looked at art for about an hour. It was nice and easy; something you just do with friends. The night was young so we decided to head to another location for one more glass of wine and conversation. The wine was definitely settling in a bit more for Stones; bringing down his inhibitions. He is the nervous type. Not knowing what to say or do around women and talking a ton to hopefully make him seem at ease. So the wine helped him to relax and just be himself. Luckily, I have had practice in these "situations" and am a bit of a wino, so I was still holding my ground.

We hit up Red Sky on Market St. The place was cute and probably turned into a nightclub later. The red wine was watery, which I should have figured being that the bartender couldn't even pronounce Merlot correctly. Quite amusing, but regardless we were there to chat and once again, let go of all inhibitions.

In the moment, I decided to take this opportunity to work on my seduction skills to get what I wanted since he was not being an aggressor. What is it that I wanted from him? Affection, attention, and aggression. I like a guy who takes control so I was going to make him take the reigns.

With half a glass down, Janet Jackson's "Don't Stop" pulsing in the background, and my knees enclosed around Stone's thigh he knew I was giving permission to test the waters. Stones leans into me and sings an original piece he wrote in my ear. So sweet.

He took my hand and led me to Penn's Landing where fireworks were going off and boats were pushing their way through the water. Yes, ladies and gentleman, this really did happen. LOL!

We walked to the concert area and took over the space with our own renditions of songs and dances. Teeheehee...performers. He twirled around me with his remixed Michael Jackson moves that went from popping and gliding to slow dancing hand in hand. I sat on the concert steps and listened to him sing another one of his songs. Then he walked over wrapped his arms around me and gave me sweet sweet caramel kisses as a cool breeze blew his dreads over my shoulders.

Did I mention before that I drool over dreads. Their naturalness and connection to the earth is just gorgeous.

This beautiful moment brought to you by Tiffany and Stones was interrupted by a security guard yelling "Closing Up!". We laughed at how unreal our meeting, date, whatever it is turned out and began walking toward the car. The walk was littered with kissing finger tips, laughter, and noses touching our chins and throats.

The sweetest part of the whole deal is that we knew good and well that we aren't going to see each other again. I head to Michigan in two weeks and he will be staying in Philly.

Another kiss goodbye and we walked our separate ways.

I woke up this morning with a little red line down the side of my throat from our night. Embarrassing, but in a sense, a nice memory from a walk to remember.

Go ahead and tear your heart out. This story is for real. Now if I can just somehow make dates like these develop and last...