The funny thing is I don’t remember him being so short. It didn’t matter though because I absolutely adored him. He played soccer, so his thighs were always poppin – just thick, and muscular, and well-formed despite his small frame. Abs for days.
I am working at 44th Street and 5th Avenue.
That’s the text message I received from my ex “M&M” at about 1:25pm on Monday.
He’s working on a construction site for a few weeks in Manhattan and wanted to meet up for lunch.
I said yes, so we met up today in Times Square.
The first thing I thought when I woke up this morning was “Why did I agree to meet up with him? I’m not interested.” But then I remembered his legal/ immigration situation and how he might get deported back to Anguilla and how – this might be the last time I see him. Maybe he just wanted to talk.
After spotting me in the subway station and giving me a hug, he said “oh, you put on a little weight. Your thighs are bigger. I like that.” He could’ve burned a hole in my faux wrap, zebra-printed dress with that gaze!
At Havana Central, I ordered the lunch special – a salmon and avocado wrap, with a mesclun salad with balsalmic vinaigrette, and sweet potato chips. A glass of water. Delicious. M&M ordered a corona and a cheeseburger with fries.
The lunchtime crowd was thin. Smooth conversation centered on our children (none together), life over the past 15 years – and his mistakes.
The back story is that he cheated on me and got another girl pregnant. He says we weren’t REALLY together because he didn’t start to stray until like two to six months before we officially broke up. We were together a year and a half, but he remembers it being longer. And get this – his family thought he was too good for me because I had children.
I vowed that I would never speak to him again and nine years passed before I did. Facebook didn’t exist when we broke up. I didn’t find out about the baby until the 10lb boy was born eight months after he told me he needed space. I heard through my sister, who heard from his cousin.
Actually, he had two babies on the way. One was born two months after the first one – from a different woman (she was married and cheating).
Through distance and time, years, a million life events , and a ton of milestones (Amen), he claims losing me was the biggest mistake of his life.
You were very classy, beautiful, smart, already started in your career… You had everything, but I just couldn’t see it.
He’s probably right because I would have easily said yes to marriage.
I have no regrets and I never go backwards.
Peep this. Here’s the after lunch text:
I am looking forward to making love to you some day soon if you can find it in your mind. It’s your call, my love.
REALLY? I respond:
The answer is no, but I enjoyed lunch.
Is there a reason we can overlook?
I’m not interested. We can’t overlook that.
And oh yea, I told him the stuff is still as good as he remembers it, so he shouldn’t worry. He stopped responding!
This story ends here, because I don’t intend to ever see him again, but ladies, bear in mind — they always have a MOTIVE. I wrote about that here.
So what’s the word? Do you ever entertain old flames? Why or why not? Fellas, feel free to chime in.