I arrived at Prince’s place one Saturday night in September at around 11:30pm, with Adele’s 21 CD and a bottle of wine in hand. “Here, I brought a copy of Adele’s cd for you to burn,” I said after greeting him with a kiss on the cheek. I also had a new DVD – Love Jones that I ordered from Amazon the Thursday before. I went over there for us to watch the movie together. We wanted to witness black love between the main characters, Darius and Nina. And – other than that, I just wanted to be close to him (to feel and smell him) because we enjoyed one another’s company. We’d been doing so for about six months between intermittent writing sessions and hot caffe lattes at a local Starbucks.
So after settling down with Beringer’s Moscato wine, we settled onto the bed and into the nooks of one another’s arms to watch the movie. He had never tired that brand; I had never had Moscato. I didn’t tweet about him or black love or movies that night because we could see one another’s tweets. It’s called sub-tweeting when you tweet “about” someone who follows you on Twitter, but not directly @them.
I enjoyed the movie and the playful discussion we had during the film. Darius and Nina were having a love affair. She tested him by telling him she was going to New York to visit her fiancé and to look for a job – the theory being that if he didn’t protest her leaving, or show up at the train station to try to stop her – he really didn’t care enough after all. Without giving away the entire plot or ending of the movie – after a series of missteps, and love “jonesing,” and of course, him just missing her at the train station the day she left for New York – they discovered love.
Everything that happened after the movie seemed laborious because I was almost entirely inhibited (after one glass of wine). But the candlelight, intimacy, closeness, and sheer feelings of skin tingling joy inspired me to want to feel more of all of the above. Almost two weeks later, on September 28th, at 1:29pm, I tweeted #TheMoment: You’re waiting for him to enter you. And that thought sparked my first blog post, Impending Peak.