Day 1 in the A

I’m here! After a nine hour drive full of lane switching, snacks and Siri’s horrible sense of direction, I’m finally here! Sitting in the car for several hours was extremely lonely so hearing a few familiar voices along the way significantly helped reduced that feeling. When I wasn’t on the phone with my loved ones, I was alternating between listening to Joel Osteen CDs and the Aaliyah Pandora Radio station. I tried to make sure I was surrounded by some type of noise at all times. The slightest bit of silence would’ve allowed me to ponder my life choices which is something I’ve been avoiding lately. The fear that I could’ve possibly made the wrong decision has been haunting me for the past few days. I probably would’ve turned around and drove back home if I allowed the silence to settle in for too long. The noise protected me from doubting myself which is something I do all too often. On top of me questioning my choices, I was wondering if Judy was regretting her choice of letting me stay with her for a couple of months. When I finally made it to her house I was expecting her to be a little happier to see me. She seemed to be more worried about swiftly closing the door so no bugs would get in the house. *Chuckles* So much for a warm welcome. Eventually we moved past talking about insects and began to discuss more interesting creatures…..men!

In the midst of us swapping stories, Michael texted me asking if I made it to his city safely. Oh, did I forget to mention that I have hoes in different area codes? Judy introduced me to Michael last year when I flew to ATL for her bday party. We exchanged numbers and Instagram likes which according to social media means we “go together”. In real life he’s just a friend of a friend, whatever that means. I finally texted back asking him to come over and give me a proper welcome. At this point I already knew I was setting myself up for failure.

Judy ended up going to bed early which left Michael and I with nothing but space and opportunity. At first we sat on opposite ends of the couch and flirtatiously joked around with each other. Eventually we moved from our respective ends and met in the middle for the world’s most intense make out session. My lips were chapped from the constant intertwining. My Stunt Double had zero chill and apparently left all her “effs” on the highway. She kept gently caressing his body and encouraging him reciprocate. We finally managed to break free from each other’s spell long enough for me to tell him that I was ready to go to bed. I’m glad he was a gentleman and didn’t take my saying that as an invitation for him to join me. Although he managed to behave this time, I have a feeling he’s not going to let me get away that easy again. What have I gotten myself into? *Sigh* stay tuned because this is only Day 1.

“Y.O.L.O.”- Drake