…well kinda-sorta, actually it wasn’t a street at all, but Interstate 285, in morning rush hour traffic. And honestly, it wasn’t love…wait, it could be, maybe, down the road (pun intended), but more than likely, it’s just another example of how my life is really that of tall tales and misadventure. Besides I really like that song by Stacy Lattisaw, and it came to mind this morning while driving. So I wrote a story about it, “like to hear it, here it go”.
Today started like any other morning, other than I woke up early and lied in the bed 10 minutes longer than normal, which means I was rushing to get out on time. I’m anal, so I like to be in the same place on the interstate at the same time every day. Surprisingly, I made up for time because the traffic was really easy this morning.
The phone rings at the same time traffic all of a sudden slowed down to a crawl. It never fails, it’s the same spot every day. Anyway, I look for my phone, which is in the middle cup holder, thinking to myself, “who is calling me this early in the morning?” It was my long time friend, actually it was my “ex”, if you will, calling to check on me from last night. See, last night I hosted my first #SOFAInTheCity at one of my favorite spots. “Good morning beautiful”, he says. I smiled and returned the pleasantry with “hey you”. We talked I know for a good 10 minutes, then it happened.
As an aside, they, whoever they are, often say you will find love in the most unsuspecting places, when you’re least expecting, and I have always wondered what my “least expecting” place or time would be. I would think, will it be the grocery store, the park, at the gym, where? Anyhoo, let me tell y’all what just happened to me. Mind you, it’s in the middle of rush hour traffic, in Atlanta, on 285.
Y’all, I am driving, in the 2nd left lane from the highway divider, but I normally only drive in the furthest left lane. Well today, I was switching between the two, I mean, I’m just impatient like that and always trying to catch the fastest flow of traffic. Mind you, I’m still on my phone talking to my friend, and I slipped up and said “look at that guy in that Range looking at me”. What he didn’t know was I was looking in my side mirror to see if he was looking at me too, trying to catch up. Well wouldn’t you know it, his lane starts going faster and mine slows down, so I said “oh well, there that goes”. I ended up jumping back in his lane about three cars behind him and continued my conversation with my friend. Then it happened.
I got back over in the 2nd left lane and I passed him, again. He then catches up, but as I watched him in my side mirror, I could tell he was slowing his speed so he could, hell, I don’t know, do something. This is where I get trifling (and please don’t let me friend read this blog, he will talk about me). I was a little nervous, but getting excited because I had already seen him and scoped out he was a cutie pie.
It all happened so fast! I “accidentally”, in mid-sentence, hung up on my friend! OMG I couldn’t believe I did that, I told him to “hold o..” and next thing I know, CLICK! I then hit the button to let my window down, after all, this seemed the only right thing to do since he rolled his down too. On the interstate. In back to back rush hour traffic. In the morning. To flirt.
Hell, this was an emergency! What were the chances we would ever meet again? I mean, sure, we could risk just meeting up in traffic again another morning, but really, what were the chances of that happening? I mean, here we were smack dab in traffic, both us slowed down to at least 35 mph just to get his number. And me with my dumb self, couldn’t hear a word he was saying, and between him trying to hold the steering wheel, yell to me his number, and his active sign language using BOTH of his hands, I finally got the number. I mean, this was going down no matter what, he really wanted to give me his number, and I really wanted his number. I was already vibing high from the night before and expecting something good to happen. Whew child, you all should have seen us! Funny thing is, no one blew a horn or cursed us out.
I mean I think we were absolutely right to do what we did, you just have to take risks in life sometimes, right? Who knows, this could be my future husband…or maybe not.
Chile, I called him, he answered, and he had a thick accent, and I immediately knew he was from some country in Africa, more than likely Nigeria from his accent. But hey, I’m no expert on accents from the motherland, but I do know a thing or two about Nigerian men. The interesting thing is, the very first thing he asked for was my IG account and a few other things. I mean, I know I told y’all I like aggressive men, but DAYUM!!!
I bet you all want to know what happened next huh?
Until next time,