Back On the Scene

Dating here sucks.

There are plenty of people, but everybody either knows everybody else or has fucked 'em before you did. And we all know how small the circle of black lesbians who date other black lesbians is in any city, regardless of size.

Then you've got to do some subtraction: Take out the studs, the stems who only date fems, the fems who only date fems, the fems who are too aggressive for my liking, the fems are too submissive and/or prissy (not to be confused with being feminine) for my liking, the fems I don't find attractive, the fems who don't find me attractive, the fems I'm incompatible with, and the fems I've already been involved with, and who's left?


A very select and very scant few.

And then there are my rules and regulations: Never get back with an ex-girlfriend if either one or both of you has had another girlfriend since the break up. Never attempt a relationship with your favorite fuck budd(ies). Never attempt more than one session with a jump-off, whether that session last a night, a day, or a week. Never fuck any girl that one of your friends has fucked unless it's a jump-off or all parties involved are into sharing. Never get with a girl who's been involved with a gangster, dope girl, or any other career criminals in the last 6 years more - maybe more, depending on the "occupation" of the ex and the circumstances under which whatever they had ended.

In short, the pool is shallow. It took me a lot of time and luck to find CoCo, and I don't wanna be stuck in the dating/mating game for that long, again. I don't wanna rush into a relationship just for the security, either.

So, right now, I'm doing me and getting it (cautiously and safely) in.  I can be an incorrigible flirt when it comes to women I like. It's usually not even sexual - mostly straight girls and mostly just for sport. When I'm dancing with girls in the club or at a party, my partner will walk away knowing that I can put it down, but that's almost always more about the pure joy of dancing than the chick I'm dancing with. But when it comes to women I really want, I tend to be much more subtle, never one to rush a good thing. I like to take my time. I have to take my time. Being who I am and doing what I do, quality and discretion are a must.

Occasionally, though, I get lucky, and quality finds me.

Saturday, I was kicking it with the homie, Dubs, and, due to a change in my dinner plans, we went out to find something to eat and ended up at my favorite Chinese spot. And who should be getting her own takeout box at the same time as us but a girl I've been digging since twelfth grade. Let's call her Pokey. Keep your mind out of the gutter and follow along.

If I had known what to do with myself back then, I could've gotten with her that pre-college summer. We were cool back then. We couldn't've been classified as friends, but she left her number and a long ass message in my year book after I told her that my homeboy had seen her picture and wanted to get with her (which was true). Under her number, Pokey had written "You better call me. And don't give my number to your homeboy, either."

I know, right?

An opportunity that I'd been kicking myself repeatedly for wasting every time I thought about Pokey or caught a glimpse of her on Facebook.

But I digress.

I say what's up to Pokey when we recognize each other, introduce her to Dubs, and do a little catching up with her between the stick rice and cream cheese wontons. As wrong as this is going to sound, it's pretty much a given that any girl who's digging me who sees me with Dubs is going to want me more. That's just how human beings, especially women, tend to operate. Dubs is a pussy magnet, as is. They see me with girl that bad, and they figure I must have something going for me - even as a friend - because Dubs could have anybody and hang with anybody she wants.

I'm telling Pokey how I've moved away from our old side of town and got a new place and how Dubs and I were going to get on some Guitar Hero and watch a movie at my place.

She says she's been wanting to see that movie for a minute. *fist pump* Dubs speaks up before I can to tell her she should hang out with us for the night. Quite the wing man, that one. Pokey agrees, we head back to the crib, we play a few songs, do so more catching up, then I put the movie on. Pokey and I are not playing any games with the flirting at this point. I'm sitting between Dubs and Pokey in the living room, and my right arm is behind/around Dubs on the back of the couch. Pokey sees this and grabs my left hand so that she can pull that arm around herself and lean into me.

Well, alright.

I play it cool, as I do, but when I get up to get my water bottle out of the bedroom, Pokey follows me and asks me what's up with me and Dubs. I tell her the truth, that Dubs and I are just friends and that ol' girl is straight as far as I know, and I guess she believes me because she puts her hands on my chest, slides them up over my shoulders and around to clasp behind my neck, backs me up against the wall, and kisses me.

I, of course, kiss her back. At some point my arms end up around her waist and my hands are gripping her hips. I pull her body into mine, she starts grinding against me, and my hands slide around to her ass to pull her even closer to me. I'm not the type of friend to abandon my homie for some unfinished business, though, so I pull away after a while, and we go back to finish the movie.

After the movie ends and Dubs' smirking ass leaves, it's on.  Maybe I'll put all the dirty details in a part two, but let me just say this now: Best head ever.

We wore each other out. I wouldn't want to be welcomed back onto the dating scene any other way.