Bite of Chocolate - Part II

You know how something is bad for you but you have to have it. Take chocolate for instance. You know you should only have one bite, just one small bite, and you take the bite and it's so good that you take another bite, and another. Before you know it, you’re sitting in your car debating, yet again, whether you should give him a call.

So I’ve been pretty busy and haven’t really had the chance to meet up with Chocolate Junior (CJ), but like I said before, he’s persistent. After a few weeks of playing catch up, me and CJ decided we would get together for breakfast. That ultimately turned into an early lunch. I decided to drive and pick him up for several reasons. So I get to his house and when he comes out I remember my initial attraction. This young boy is a real cutie. He gets in the car and our first official date begins, and I would be lying if I said it wasn’t one of the best I’ve been on in a while. His words are in bold.

Hey
Hey, dag I finally catch up with you!
I’m finally catching up with you.
How you been?
I’m good, how are you?
I’m good
So where do you want to go?
How about Marathon Grill? I think it’s one in Chestnut Hill(Whattttt??? What does he know about Marathon Grill? I’m impressed. That’s one of my favorite spots, so a point for him.)

So there’s casual conversation in the car that’s continuous and fun. Nothing forced and it was good; so good that we past Marathon Grill and he suggested another place…

We can go to Bruno’s. That’s straight up.
I never been but I’m open.

We get to Bruno’s and I’m even more impressed. It’s a cute, small restaurant in Chestnut Hill right up the street from Valley Green (and for family members reading this you know why this was an “awwww” moment). It has some outdoor seating, but we opt for the porch that gives you the outdoor feel without the heat and bees. Nothing fancy. Nothing major. Just cute and simple. It was absolutely the perfect place for a Sunday afternoon early lunch. Now, just so you know it’s the simple things that win me over.

Flashback moment…
The last guy I fell for read my horoscope before I had the chance to ask him if I could borrow the paper to read it myself. Afterwards, he told me to clean my nasty desk. The fact that he took the time to read my horoscope meant something to me.

The guy before that took me to see the moon. Now, I know that sounds corny, but I was actually looking at the moon before he picked me up and was saying to myself how nice it looked. I mean it was beautiful! Once he got there he said “did you see the moon tonight!” He had me.

Back to present…
So we sat, talked, made a bet, I lost ($5), talked, ate, made another bet (I got my $5 back), he told me his birthday was next month (Oct. 28th girlfriend!), but didn’t ask about my birthday (gasp! - lost a point!). He did cute stuff like reach over the table to take a piece of string off my shoulder, asked me if my food was ok, and touched the scratch on my arm and said “what happened?” (you know, sincere, like “aww-what happened”, but no homo) – stuff like that.

We finished eating, he paid, I offered to pay the tip, he said no, I said ok, we left, my car was hot as hell, I rolled down the windows, and we sat outside the ice cream place next door while the car cooled off and talked some more. We got in after it cooled off and left. I dropped him off at a corner store. We sat in the car a few more minutes, talked, made plans to go to Continental after I get off work one day (he went there one time and liked it, another one of my favorites – another point). We hugged, he told me to call him to let him know I got home safe (another point), he gets out the car and that’s when it happened…

Tell me why – WHY – a car pulls up immediately after he got out, he gets in, and you can tell he told the guy driving that he was with me because the guy sits up and looks in my direction, and then they pull off? What the EFF was that???!!!! I don’t even remember seeing him make a phone call to tell someone to meet him! Girlfriends, this young boy is still in the life. Damn, damn, damn!

This is bad, I mean really bad. See at this point, for me, it’s not only chocolate it’s chocolate with a caramel filling. Damn you bad boys with your bad ways, and your dark skin, and your good dates, and your young boy stamina!!!!

What’s a girl to do? I know. I know. Leave it alone! It’s trouble – I know! But guess what? I called him to let him know I got home ok…