I feel like he should have a nickname, but Jehovah seems a little extra, even for me.

I might even have given him a neickname, but I don’t remember what it was. The Rock..maybe. We will see what things look like in a month.

He passes through my mind occasionally and based on his behavior that’s odd enough to capture my attention.

I honestly think at this point it is a matter of conquest, yet there was always something else there which prompted me to do something which I rarely do, give him my #.

When I left the call center only 2 people had my #. Meeche & Jehovah. Meeche crash and burned in a glorious haze of social anxiety intoxication which caused her to act a damn fool. Yes I saw it for what it was, but that didn’t give her a 2nd chance, I believed her when she showed me who she was.

Jehovah… was something else. In our time working together I went weeks without talking to him. He was quiet, and well I was me. What caught my attention was his unflappable nature. As Meeche and I would discuss things like jjabrahms or what event I planned to go to, Jehovah wouldn’t blink. As I settled in some and allowed more of myself to relax, our conversations drifted to comic books, wrestling, politics even. We even exchanged stories of the 24 year olds we were ‘dating’ who were getting on our damned nerves.

I extended my # in friendship. I wasnt actually curious …until I was. It was just before my birthday and I still have the exchange in my DMs. If you know me, having any intrigue at all about a potential I haven’t sampled after this amount of time is unheard of, never happens. Yet here I was today inviting him to the screening.

Yeah I know.

Anyway if we make it to the screening I will come out on the other side of things with a clearer picture of who/what he will be. The news here though is I am thinking about these things again.

Constant reader, you might get to hear me talk about sex again.

Aphrodite Brown