Summer Chic Lit: Diary of a Breakup, Chapter 3

Want to get caught up on past entries in Jade's diary? Read Chapter 1 and Chapter 2.

Dear Diary,

What a waste of a good dress! That date was definitely a bust--the first and last date with Book Boy.

I arrived at Sushi Samba looking fierce. I wore my cherry red Victoria’s Secret dress that can be worn four different ways. I iced my toe, the swelling went down, I slipped on my red platform sling back shoes, and my skin was glowing. My dad let me borrow his car so I didn’t have to take the PATH train into the city. I met Book Boy outside of the restaurant. We hugged and he looked me over. As we walked through the door he said, “Umm, you look good enough to roll up in rice and seaweed and eat.” I guess he thought that statement was supposed to be a compliment. It just turned me off. Justin never said anything that crass on our first date, but I probably wouldn’t have found it crass if Justin said it. Knowing me I would have tried to lie on a bed of rice and seaweed. That was just how crazy we were together.

We were seated at a table and ordered drinks. I had a Cosmo to match with my dress and he had an Incredible Hulk. That was when the date took a nosedive.

I never got the chance to eat a cucumber roll. As I sipped my Cosmo he began to lay it on thick with the compliments. Don’t get me wrong, I love a compliment, but when you receive a compliment on the way you sip from a glass, you begin to wonder if the person giving you the compliments is sincere. He kept telling me how pretty I was, asking me if I knew how to sing because I look like Kelly Rowland, but better. Then he said I was the sexiest woman he had met in a long time. I just smiled and continued to sip my drink, and then he hit me with a big surprise. He told me that he was bisexual, and he and his boyfriend was looking to add a woman. He thought I would be the perfect candidate.

I choked and almost spit my drink out. He gave me a surprised look as if he didn’t expect my reaction. I swallowed the rest of my drink in one gulp and left. I did not say goodnight. I did not say a word, I just got the hell out of there as fast as my feet could carry me. I walked to my dad’s car. I didn’t drive off at first, I just sat there thinking. What would make that guy think that I would want to participate in a threesome?

When we did talk on the phone he really did not contribute anything to the conversation. Our talks basically consisted of me on my soapbox complaining about my relationship with Justin and stating what I thought made a good relationship. I guess he thought I was so weak and upset that if he listened to me I would do anything for him. Maybe he thought because I told him that he looked like a young Morris Chestnut that I wanted him. Shoot, I was just speaking the truth, but I didn’t want him. I just went out with him to make myself feel better and to try to get back in the game. The first inning was a big goose egg for me so far. This goes down in my record book as the weirdest first date I’ve been on.

On the drove home in silence thinking about the first time I met Justin and our first date. We met at the Barnes and Noble at Union Square. I didn’t go out planning to try to meet someone. I had on jeans, an "I Heart NY" tee shirt, and sneakers. My hair was longer then and was in a ponytail and the only thing on my face was a little lip-gloss to make my lips shine. I was in the store looking at the discount books when I noticed a guy in a blue sweat suit eyeballing me. I looked over and he smiled. I returned the smile and moved to the black fiction section. I was all alone in the aisle and started dancing and singing to the Ashanti song that was playing on my iPod.

Out of nowhere this same guy shows up and starts to sing and dance with me. Usually I would have cursed him out but his singing was so bad that it was funny and I had to laugh. I tried to walk away but he got in front of me and cut me off. He stuck out his and told me his name. I shook his hand and told him mine. We ended up sitting in the store until it closed just talking and looking at different books. When we left the store we hugged and I gave him a kiss on the cheek. I really had wanted to kiss him on the mouth but I thought that would be too forward, but it was a real kiss on the cheek. My lips touched his cheek, it wasn’t one of those fake kisses where you make a kissing sound but only lay your cheek on someone else.

My lips tingled after they touched his face and the vibration went right down into the core of my soul. That was when I realized I was experiencing love at first sight. I wanted to tell him to take me with you. I wanted to stay with him from then on, but I resisted the urge to give away too much and put on the best poker face possible. He said he would call me at 3:00 a.m. That was the time I gave him. I raced home like a demon to wait for his call. I didn’t figure he would call--the evening had gone too nice and I don’t have that kind of luck with guys. Generally they are intimidated of me or playing some game, but he did call and at 3:00 a.m. on the nose. I was extremely impressed.

We talked until daybreak, then he asked when could he see me, I told him he could see me anytime he wanted to. The next day was Sunday and he said let’s meet up today. We met in Times Square. We had lunch at BBQ’s and then we walked around. Then we went to the movies and made out in the movie theater. After the movie we went to his apartment to chill. At the time he had two roommates. I stayed there for three days. I even wore Justin’s clothes, although they were too big. My parents were furious with me, but I didn’t want to leave. After that one date we were a couple, just like Dharma and Greg. Three months after that, Justin told his parents he wanted to move. They got him our place in the East Village and we moved in together for what was supposed to be forever. I guess forever was just too long.

When I arrived home I noticed I received two text messages. One from Book Boy asking, “What happened?” Uhh, guess who is NOT receiving a response. The other was from Denise, a girl I used to run with in high school who lives down the block. She left me a text saying, “Welcome back!” Hmm, maybe it is time to reconnect with some old friends...

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Afrika Brown is a senior at Kean University in New Jersey and has published a book of poetry, Sepia Sapphire.

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