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30+ and Dating series…
"A Different
kind of Chocolate”
The Tribal Tattoo
So…..I decided to get a
breath of fresh air. It was a nice day out in sunny Southern
California and the weather was going to be breaking in at 83º high
and 69º low... I pushed open my balcony door that practically knocked over the potted
plant of the neighbor from the building across the way, which sat on his window
seal…. I stepped out barefoot, toes freshly painted
metallic red, wearing my “XOXO” Tiffany blue colored booty shorts, and a cut
off tank top with my brown/blonde streaked hair pulled up into a high ponytail.
After grabbing one of my Zane books, I walked out and sat down on my step stool
that I placed outside just in case I needed to reach something high in my
apartment. As I’m sitting on the balcony drinking my strawberry banana
smoothie, I kick up my legs onto the balcony rail and began reading…
Now…if you have ever read any
of the Zane books, you know how warm, giggly, and “bothered” you get…so you can
imagine how I was feeling when that Southern Cali breeze seeped through those
booty shorts as I was midway thru chapter 8 of “Addicted.”
As I’m beginning to close out
chapter 8, I hear the sound of an expensive glass that had to have shattered
onto a Bamboo and Cork
wooden floor…. How do I know the type of floor, you ask? Well the first time I
got down with the “get down” with Mr. Big from my past, the expensive wine
glasses we used, accidentally dropped and made a certain sound. That was then
when I asked about his floor type to make small talk before the “big talk!” But
any who….I’m sure we’ll get back to Mr. Big in another chapter…now back to the
glass breaking….This sound caught my attention at an instant so I looked up
from reading and into the window of my neighbor from the next building and HOT
DAYUM!...now…I’m a sista and strongly love my brothas but for the first time I
am glued to the back of this Different
kind of Chocolate man who wore a backwards “NY” baseball cap and had this
black Tribal Tattoo that spread throughout his back. The backside is all I am
seeing as he repeatedly bent down to pick up the broken glass pieces… As I’m
staring and damn near drooling onto my poor little Zane book, I break my stare
immediately and raise my book as I see him look my way. But how dumb was I to
put the book all up to my face??? Like who reads like that??? I was sooooo
caught staring at this man! But wait….I don’t know what I’m tripping on, I
don’t even know what this white man even look like…or even if he’s white. He
could be a really really light skinned black guy…I dunno…but all I know is that
he’s a Different kind of Chocolate…
So….while reading my Zane
book with the book glued to my face because now I have to pretend that I read
my books like this so he doesn’t think I was staring at him….I finally lowered
the book so I can grab a sip of my smoothie. I reached down to grab my drink,
and OH.MY.GOSH! This man is walking around in his undies!!!!!! But let me
describe this….he had his undies all snugged where I can see the muscles in his
butt and I’m sure if he turned around, I would be able to see that lower area
“V” shaped muscle men have when they have damn near 0% body fat…
So…I quickly grab my book and
glue it back to my face again so he didn’t catch me this time…but then I
couldn’t stay away…I must admit…I seldom peeked away from chapter 9 to get a
glimpse of this body. Mannn….I wish you guys can see him…Although I haven’t
seen his face, I am infatuated with him. I mean, I’ve noticed him before but
only seen the silhouette of his body since I work nights… Oh man….he’s now
doing push ups….one arm, two arms….mannnn I wish I was that floor right about
now… and if I was, I can guarantee that he’d never come up for a breath after
going down on a “push up”….
WHAT AM I SAYING???!!!!! Look
at me…this Zane book has got me going crazy and it’s only 10:30 a.m.
Woo-sigh…let me take a breather and get back to my reading. Here I go
again…back to the opening of chapter 9 with the book glued back to my face… As
I’m into my chapter, I hear another glass break! Really??? This dude must be a
clutz!…but of course the nosy neighbor in ME must look over into the window
again. I lower my book and to my surprise, Mr. Tribal Tattoo man is hanging
over his window seal staring at me… Um…how do we say AWKKKWARRDDD???!!! He
smile…I smile…and he says, “How do you like the view?” Hmm…is he talking about
the view of him or some other view because where my apartment is positioned,
the only action of view I get is, of HIM!
I introduce myself and he says,
“Nice to meet you,” but then doesn’t give me his name. I asked him what his
name was, and all he said was, “How did you like the view?”
Okay so this dude is not
going to let this go… so I tell him about the view and said, “It’s alright,”
with that famous Kanye Shrug to follow. We laugh and I ask for his name again,
which he doesn’t reveal. He then asked why I needed to know his name….and
thanks to my early morning reading of Zane, I innocently said, “Because I need
to know what to scream…”
OH BOY!!!!!! What did I get
myself into??? I’m acting like Zoe from the novel I was reading! How
embarrassing….thank you Zane…
So the man next door, who
I’ll call “Mr. Tribal Tattoo” because I don’t know his damn name, doesn’t react
to my answer…instead, he sat there, gave me that “LL Cool J” lip action, and
kept quiet. We stared at each other for a long minute until I felt that cool
breeze through my shorts again and began to daydream that the breeze I was feeling
was this Different kind of Chocolate
man’s tongue… But WAIT! Hold my thought for a second and let me back up…. I
failed to tell you what he looks like which is a VERY important factor in this
story… Now… I refuse to tell you much about this man because it will unfold
later, but I will say this…every piece of this Tribal Tattoo man’s body
reminded me of the actor Channing Tatum…6’1”, smoothed abs and a**!...and his
smile…Paul Walker!...not too flashy, but innocently enough to know what he’s
thinking…. And with that said ladies and gentlemen… I’m sure you know by now,
that he’s no brotha…but definitely A
Different kind of Chocolate!
“Deserie!”…he says
Oh boy…to hear this man say
my name as I’m daydreaming about him going down doesn’t make me stop thinking
about what’s going to happen next... Oh heck, I practically forget that he’s
even watching me from his window and truly don’t even care. Between this Zane
book, the cool breeze, and that nice piece of package Mr. Tribal Tattoo was
hiding behind his undies, I’m sure to have the Big O pretty soon, if only he
will continue saying my name…. But then there’s silence…. I open my eyes, turn
to his window, and he’s no longer there. As a matter of fact, his window is
shut! Either I bored him to death or all of this was just a dream to begin
with… I look down at my watch and notice that an hour has gone by…. What the
heck???? Have I been dreaming this whole time???? I better get up and enjoy the
rest of this beautiful day! I get up, put all my items inside my apartment, shut
my balcony door, put Zane’s book into my bag (because I never leave home
without it), grab my keys, open my door, and there stood Mr. Tribal Tattoo
wearing a wife beater and cargo shorts. I drop my bag on the floor; he begins
to kiss me, picks me up and shuts the door…..
Introducing…Mr. Tribal
Tattoo…
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