Sorry it's been so long...so much has happened but let me pick up where I left off. I was moving back to my parent's house after my shameful next door neighbor episode. Well, I need to take a step back. While working at my big girl job I met several "fine" guys. AB was one of them. He always dressed in nice slacks and a tie. He was 6'0" and chocolate, which I'm normally not attracted to but I made an exception. He was much older than I, and when I say much older I mean like 10 years. It doesn't seem like a lot now but it was to me back then. AB symbolized a mature guy in my eyes. He spoke like he was from another planet and had me thinking about world peace. AB asked me to go out all the time. He would always ask me to pick him up which I didn't think anything of at the time because he picked up the check. He took me to fancy restaurants and exposed me to things I didn't know existed in my world. Well, AB asked me on our first outing if I was seeing anyone. Insert sigh...part of me still regrets the next thing I said. "Yes and No". I know right..what is that supposed to mean. So I explained to him that I was seeing someone but they weren't around at the time. Yep the guy I was so in love with was in jail. Anyways, AB respected my answer and we continued to go out and have a good time. When the evening was over, he would hug me and kiss me on my cheek. Boy did I want more. A lot more, but my heart was elsewhere or so I thought. So, AB asked me to take him to the airport often. Since he was from California he took frequent trips home. One night before his flight he decided to spend the night because he flight was early in the morning. We slept in the same bed and didn't touch at all. Obviously I didn't sleep at all that night. The next morning we head towards the airport.We were driving down the beltway, he was driving my car, and the tire blows. I start freaking out because this stuff just doesn't happen to me. He pulls over and we get out of the car and inspect the damage. Thankfully I had a full size spare. Since we were on the beltway, some roadside assistance had stopped to help us out. AB denied the help which I thought was a little strange. He changed the tire and we continued on out quest to the airport. After a few moments of silence, I asked him why he didn't want the roadside assistance help. AB stated, "Because I have drugs in the car." Excuse me? What did you say? I mean, how dare he put me at risk like that? "AB, what are you thinking?" He responds with how he is about to make a drop in California. Shake my head...At this point, I'm so done. All the feelings that I had for him just went out of the window. Note to self, don't be so gullible. Does that help? No. He gets to the airport and on my way home I wash him away with tears. Don't judge me, I'm emotional. He called several times after that but all he got was my answering machine. Wonder where he is today.....
