I hate pushy people. I hate it when people try to pressure me to do things when I believe I have made it clear that I don't want to do something. It's even worse when the pushy guy is your boyfriend.
It just so happened that my straight boyfriend, FERGIS, (see Very Important People in who's who) and a mutual friend had booked a trip to Philly for the weekend. They invited The Sex along for the weekend in hopes to have some fun (and to help them cut the price of the hotel). But they know me, even if I decided to go to Philly with them, they know I like my privacy. And three grown ass niggas in a room is not my idea of privacy.
I told FERGIS that I would need some time to figure out my finances in order to decide whether I could go. And then he told me the words that I hate to hear, Just because you told me you need time, doesn't mean I am not going to bug the shit out of you until you make up your mind.
I said to myself, For real? And then I told him, I can fix that, if you start bugging me, I just won't pick-up the phone. Hell, last I checked Caller ID still worked. He laughed. I was serious.
But soon I learned, so was he. FERGIS called me three times a day, pressuring me about the trip. It got to the point where I was reluctant to work out with him at the gym. So starting one Friday night, I stopped accepting his phone calls. Friday night. All day Saturday. All day Sunday. Calls to my cell phone, calls to my home phone. In total I think I missed about twelve calls. And boy would he let the phone ring, ring, ring.
Then I started getting calls from mutual friends. Did you know Fergis is trying to get in touch with you? or You need to call him, he is worried sick about you, did you know he came over to your house to see if you were home?
An uneasy feeling settled in my stomach. Was my straight boyfriend a stalker? or Am I just being a bitch not returning his phone calls? I have a feeling that it was a little bit of both.
Eventually I sent him an e-mail saying that I was fine and to call off the search party that he was mounting (yes, he had sent an email to several of my friends/co-workers asking whether they had heard from me). Luckily, I had an excuse. My phone service was switched that weekend, so it did look like I was without phone service for a minute.
Funny, the next day me, FERGIS, a friend, and my cousin went to went to Six Flag's Great America. There was a definite tension between me and FERGIS. But he smiled when we picked him up and gave me a hearty handshake. It was good too see my muscular FERGIS. As usual he was neat and clean and ready to ride all the rides. I mention this only because my cousin, who had never met FERGIS before later told me, That Fergis is a really nice guy, Bernard. Hereally likes you. I can see the way he looks at you. He cares about you deeply.
I told my cousin, Fergis is not gay, so stop implying it. He responded, I never said he was gay. I said he cares deeply for you. He's a true friend. You should treasure that.
When I heard that, I felt like shit. By the time my cousin told me these words, FERGIS had already gone to Philly. I couldn't wait for him to return so I could talk to him and clear the air.
In a crazy way, I found myself thinking and occasionally daydreaming about how I was going to talk to FERGIS about how I responded to his pushiness. This went up to the day he returned to Chicago.
I went to work as usual, and saw FERGIS at a table in our common area selling medical supplies. It was odd because that's not the type of work that he and I perform at our job--but, for some reason, it wasn't totally out of the ordinary. I was happy to see him. I didn't realize how much I had missed him.
I walked up to him and we shook hands and he put one arm around my shoulder as we performed the "man half-hug". He asked me whether I had a minute to talk. I was dreading this. Yeah, I told him. We went into a private meeting room and he gave me a big full hug and said. I missed you man. I laughed, Same here, I told him. While we stood in our embrace, he kissed me on my cheek.
My spider senses started tingling. I pulled my face back to look at him, and just my face squared with his so I could see him, he gave me a peck on the lips. And then he started sprinkling my lips with small little pecks of kisses.
What is he doing? I thought to myself. But then I thought, Don't question it. This is what you've wanted for a long time--Go with it! With that, I squeezed my arms around his muscular frame, and pulled him close. Our lips locked and we started kissing deeply. Boomerangs bounced between my heart and my stomach.
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