For starters, Winston is a very punctual so-and-so; he told me that he would be by to get me at 3pm, and doggone it if he didn’t. Like a true gentleman would, he reintroduced himself to my mom, and reminded her about the barbecue roast beef sandwich that she was raving about. And then, it was time for Winston to meet my dad. I could tell that Winston was a touch nervous, but I think he played it off pretty well; he gave my dad a firm handshake and perfect eye contact, and promised that he would have me home no later than the time appointed by my dad.
Now, y’all already know that my dad took full advantage of that—he looked Winston in the eye and said, “My daughter had best be on the stoop by 10:30pm.”
To be honest, my date with Winston really didn’t feel like a date at all. If anything, it felt like I was back with my peeps at Rust. In truth, all we did was kick it at Buffalo Wild Wings at Howard Hughes Promenade, and we had a conversation about our respective futures.
Now, here’s what I liked about our “date,” such as it was: Winston was giving me this real puzzled look, and of course, I asked him if I had something on my face. Well, Winston says to me, “I can tell that you’ve been hurt before. I don’t need to know the details—I just wanna know whose ass I gotta whup?”
I chuckled a little, then I told him that I had indeed been hurt a couple years ago, but I had since moved on. I assured Winston that I was not about to let a hurtful past ruin my future, much less my life… and that’s when Winston told me a little about his past hurt. Just like me, he didn’t go into detail with it, but he was adamant in that he wanted to give up on women altogether, “and then you came along and changed all that, Natasha.”
I simply grinned bashfully and batted my eyes.
Well, anyway—after our visit at Buffalo Wild Wings, Winston treated me to a cherry pineapple slushie, and then he remembered that I had mentioned bowling. I assured him that we could do that some other time, to which he talked about checking his schedule to see when he would have another free Saturday, because he wants to see just how good a bowler I really am. Never one to back down from a challenge, I pointed at him and said, “It’s on and crack-a-lackin’!”
Afterwards, Winston made sure that I got home safely—matter of fact, he got me home at 9:30pm. Not only that, but Winston went the distance; he ushered me into my house, and let my mom and dad know that he was a man of his word. I know that my dad is a pretty macho guy, and he would never admit this, but he was impressed by Winston.
That’s all the news for now, but I’ll holla at y’all later.
Smooches,
Natasha
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