Once Upon A Time, I Made the Coochie Easy
Have you ever been on facebook and said hmm, I wonder how _______ is doing? and suddenly you’re skipping down memory lane? That’s what happened to me today. I started to say I was wondering how the person was doing in my status message but thought better of it because I could hear my HS Sweetheart saying "hey, isn’t that the guy that you cheated on me with?" and then I would have to ask "why you bringing up old ish???" and it would be all downhill from there. But please, let me explain.
By the time I was in high school I was completely into chocolate men, and my boyfriend at the time was just that…chocolate. Loved him! But as I was walking home from school one day sex personafied slapped me in my face.Cheating was not my fault. Can’t you understand that a man like that was hard for a girl like me to pass by? He was 5’7 with reddish-golden-made-love-to-by-the-sun skin, copperish golden eyes, slender build, a 6 pack and we would later find out that he was hung like a motherfriggin horse??? He was….Lucifer. For sure. Had to be. All he was missing was the height, but I was so blinded by all that extra that even the height mattered not (I was also obsessed with tall men back then). And there I was, the catholic high school girl with tracks weaved all the way down my back, lipgloss poppin, and a smug-arse-smug smile on my face. Jesus, be a chastity belt.
It went down. Alllll year long it went down. For the rest of 1996 into friggin 1997 I had sex with Curtis D. jr. every.day. minus the 5 days a month mother nature so rudely interrupted. You know how they say God watches out for babies and fools? Well, they were talking about me. It is only by the grace of God that I didn’t end up pregnant or with some kind of STD!
Curtis made every day feel like Saturday in May. After our very first "encounter" I left his apartment a new woman. "Has the sun always shined this bright? it’s glistening! And wait…has the wind always kissed my neck like that? And since when has walking felt like skipping on clouds? Wait…I am actually skipping!". Giiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllll (and boys!) you couldn’t tell me nothin! I was G.R.O.W.N. I called up the boyfriend and said I wanted to respectfully break up instead of go around cheating on him, but he didn’t want to let me go. Sooo, I had my man and my piece on the side. No, wait, my man WAS my piece on the side because Curtis was just 1 block away in my neighborhood! It was official. I was a big ole ho. But Curtis didn’t make me feel like a ho. I was the envy of all the chicks in the neighborhood and that made me feel like Queen B.
Buttt, back to Earth bishes. The sun is blinding me in my friggin eyes and pouring down 90 degree heat while at it, skipping looks stupid and hurts my knees, and the wind is kicking up pollen into my eyes. And I, well I’m happily married with a kid and risky sex is totally not my thing anymore and neither is cheating. But my goodness, the memories…
I won’t go searching for Curtis D and I doubt he’ll ever come searching for me. When we met he was fresh out the pen from NY and 23. I was 15. He sold drugs and I sung in my Catholic High Schools chorus. We definitely were not meant to be together, but everyday for a year and a half he made me feel special and like a woman. Wrong or right, he gets a star in my memory book for that. I hope he’s well.
God Speed,
Reina