Riff Raff, street rat,
I don’t buy that.
I’m not gonna lie.
When I first met Aladdin, he kinda freaked me out. Long hair in a ponytail, with his side and
back hair-line shaved off (which I still don’t quite understand, but I do have
every intention of asking him). He seemed nice enough, but never really smiled
or joked around. And anytime I would
dance with another guy, he’d STARE. US. DOWN.
And then seem even more pissed off for the rest of the night.
You aint never had a
friend like me.
And then we started hanging out with Aladdin outside of
Ale. (Though, he was still working, but
at least it was at a place where we could actually talk to him.) He was fun. He was goofy.
He was no longer scary… even when he tried to be. We exchanged phone numbers. We became friends. He even came to one of my kickball games to
cheer the team on (even though he was supposed to play but didn’t because his “knee
was sore”). In fact, he is even
childhood friends with one of my fellow ball kickers. (Back to how San Diego is freaking small!)
Prince Ali- mighty is
he- Ali Ababwa
We had a routine- Aladdin and myself. On Fridays, we’d say hi to each other, he’d
do his rounds, but he’d always make his way back over to hang out or to dance
with us. And then, with about an hour
left in the night, he’d make his way over to us for good. We’d dance.
We’d laugh. We’d make fun of all
the other white people around us being drunk and dumb. As the weeks progressed, he’d get a little
more comfortable with me… dancing a little more, putting his hands on my waist,
grabbing my hands, etc. And at the end
of the night, he’d always hug me good-bye, kiss me on the top of the head and
then text me to make sure I got home ok.
I can show you the
world, shining shimmering splendid
We all knew this was coming.
Or, at least assumed the day would get here eventually… We had been
texting all day but I didn’t tell him that Charlii and I were planning on going
out (and he wasn’t expecting it, it was a Tuesday). The bar was basically dead (until the time
they were going to shut down, then a bunch of people showed up to dance and so
they just kept playing music). It was
basically like a Friday. He’d go do his
stuff, and then would come back to hang out with us. But since there was barely anyone there, we
had more time to talk. He kept rubbing
my back and my shoulders, and just to test the waters, I grabbed his hand and
held it while we were talking (so yes, I definitely brought it on myself). With about 10 minutes until the bar closed, he
started massaging my shoulders, and slowly moving us away from the rest of the
crowd. And then he tried to turn me
around a time or two and I looked at him and said, “I’m not kissing you in
Ale. I’m sorry. If you want to do this, you’re going to have
to see me outside of this place. We’re
not pulling a Charlii and Pikachu.”
Tell me princess now
when did you last let your heart decide .
And when the lights came on, and I denied him a second time,
he followed me outside. And then walked around
towards my car with me. It was at this
point that I realized that he wasn’t going to let me go without getting what he
wanted. I went to give him a quick kiss
and he looked at me and said, “that’s it?
No way. Give me a real kiss.” I definitely fought it at first (we were in
the alley for Christ’s sake!) and then I realized that there was no reason to
fight it… and then it wasn’t so bad.
(That sounds way worse than it was. It was enjoyable. Hah) Now to see where this goes…
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