Before the date
Meli: What are you not gonna talk about?
KZ: Bitches and guns!
Meli: Don't talk about religion.
Meli: Don't talk about marriage or love.
Meli: Don't talk about your credit, books, your ex-wife or shit you hate in general.
Meli: And don't talk about Three.
Meli: This is how you fuck stuff up! Don't fuck stuff up! You don't realize how weird you seem to people who don't know you!
So I'm on this date with Grilled Cheese, after I played myself and called AGAIN. Actually we cleared some shit up and it finally clicked. Anyway, I'm on this date. I followed Meli's advice to the best of my ability.
My gotdamn taste is impeccable. She's fuckin' hot! The conversation is flowing non-stop. We're at my second favorite restaurant in town, this Black owned place that reminds me of this place called East Franklin (I think it's Magnolia now) in Detroit. We've had to send the waiter away three times because we couldn't stop talking long enough to look at the menu. GC has got some interesting ideas I guess, but that wasn't it. I was just relaxed. I really didn't care, so I was able to be a charming muthafucka.
I'm a caffeine addict and she just likes coffee, so afterwards we went to the bookstore/coffee shop I spend half my fuckin' life in. So now I'm the nerd that took her to a bookstore instead of trying to fuck her in the back of the Tahoe. We drank coffee, we talked about books, she bought a book of poetry. I'm banned from buying books until I finish reading the ones I have.
It was a cool little outing. It had a calming effect and gave me a sense of normalcy. I needed a dose of that.