He Was Fresh, Like Summer Peaches.

sweet on my mind like block parties and penny candy. love rain. love rain down on me. -Jill Scott http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=labSYQ7RBQY

There's a new guy. I know what you're thinking... I just ended things with Marc. This one isn't my fault, he just kind of happened. This name is James aka "Mos Def". He reminds me of Mos Def... kind of dorky but smooth at the same time.

Let me start from the beginning...James is friends with the fellas I've been hanging out with from work. He works for the same company I do but we don't work in the same department. Now I've noticed James at work before but we've never really talked before. I thought he was cute but let's be honest, I find most men attractive. Anyway... the "Fellas" and I went to Happy Hour last Thursday. We went to one of my favorite bars and had some great beer. I was halfway through my Hoegaarden (a delicious beer btw) and in walks James (just as beautiful as I remember). He introduces himself to me and we continue to drink. Four hours and three bars later, he was my new bff. We are talking and laughing about everything. I am totally being myself and saying anything. I am completely focus on being his FRIEND and nothing more. I wasn't putting the moves on or trying to be super cute about things. At the end of the night we part ways and all was good.

The next day I see James and the Fellas at our company Christmas party. It's not really a party. We are forced to talk to random people, eat crappy food, and sing Christmas songs. At the party, we discuss getting some drinks later that night. We pick this dive bar near our apartments that serves 40oz beers for $5. Can I just tell you how long its been since I had a 40? Too long and as a 27 year old, I should not be drinking 40s... its dangerous. After our first round of 40s, James mentions that if he drinks anymore he won't be able to drive home. The Fellas and I all live in same apartment complex so they picked me up (I love men who volunteer to drive my drunk ass around). The Fellas tell James that we live around here and that he can stay with one of us. I agree, saying you can crash at any of our places. He says cool and we start on our second round of 40s. Just like the night before, James and I are hitting it off. We're talking, laughing and having a great time. It's nearing 2:00am and the bar is going to close soon. Our DD says he's getting tired so we decide to leave. The DD drops the closest guy off first and James doesn't go with him. I'm the next stop. The DD pulls up to my building and I look at James. I say "Are you staying at my place or the DD's?" James says he's tired so he's just going to get out here. I say that's fine and we go in.

Before I say anymore... I really thought he was going to slept on my couch. Remember I was trying my best to just be friends with him. We hang out in my living room for awhile, watching TV and talking. Somewhere between getting him a blanket and changing into my pajamas, we started kissing. I'll stop there. Needless to say, he didn't stay on the couch that night but we didn't have cookies. I am very proud of myself for not having cookies. I'm not that kind of girl... well anymore that is.

He is like a breath of fresh air in my life. He is beautiful, uncomplicated and tells me what he's thinking (like how he wanted to kiss me on Thursday but didn't want to come off like a creep). We hung out on Sunday but that's a story for another post...