Call-Me-A-Cab...

Call-Me-A-Cab is the name of the refreshing beverage that almost ruined my visit to the M.I.A. this weekend. BUT it also is the refreshing beverage that united Baltimore and New Jersey for several hours.

Coincidentally, or maybe not, the two men we initially met were the astrological signs of our mothers, go figure. And coincidentally, or maybe not, we gravitated to our corresponding "mothers".

These men, 10 years our senior, appeared to be decent black men. (And I suppose I mean that in comparison to the onslaught of sub-par black men out there.) These men despite their qualities apparently feared the commitment of marriage. But they possessed a firm sense of the workings of women, something that I've always appreciated and feared in men.

After guards were partially let down, we discussed the makings and differences between men and women, in addition to random life sht. Conversations that black women rarely take up with strangers (women strangers, that is).

The third gentleman that joined us was a robust fella, with a budding sense
of humor and uncanny insight. Realizing that we all found each other "intellectually" stimulating, we began to "read" one another, somewhat boasting on our ability to see past bullsht and to declare real sht.

And of course I was not spared, because I was a hit with a lil' "read" that has bothered me since it hit my ears. I was told that I know I am cute, but I try to act like I'm not. What the fck does that mean? I'm thinking do I actually "hide" myself due to some type of fear? I'm still thinkin' 'bout it so Imma save that analysis for another time.

But we all gave potshots to one another, humbly stinging each other. Accusations of fear of commitment, cattiness, insecurity, and the cursed man having daughter(s)as punishment for past sins, etc.

Afterwards we washed away our sins in the ocean, being way too familiar. But none-the-less enjoying good company.

Sadly, connections like that don't happen to often, but I can appreciate it the same.

So as they say...what happens in Miami stays in Miami...which is by default for me because I really don't remember the rest.
:)

*shrug*