2011 Script A Much Needed Lesson

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INTRODUCTION - A MUCH NEEDED LESSON

She called me at 7 o clock sharp. She had just gotten off from work and was due for a multiple hour nap. She said she’d be pulling up in my neighborhood around noon. “Okay” I replied. I didn’t think nothing much of it. My name is Naijah Grover and my ex-girlfriend would soon be on her way to swim in the pool with one of her past lovers. How unique is this story? Or so I thought. But then again, when you never know, you never know, you know?  

The phone rang. “I’m here baby.” “Okay Stace, I’m pressing the buzzer down in, pull the door.” She called me baby…dang it, this was going to be more adventurous than previously imagined. So I put my towel around my already sore neck, I was participating in an extremely vigorous workout 2days ago and the more vigorous the workout, the longer it lasts. I headed to the door and I let her in. She gave me a tighter than usual hug definitely not to be placed in the “friends only” category and once again, I was intrigued. More like one more cheek kiss too close to the lips away from being “utterly confused”. But who am I to complain? I was single. 

She had brought me a fast food meal. One of my past favorites but I was now watching what I put in my temple, out of respect for it. My mother always says, “Take care of your body in your 20’s, and it’ll take care of you in your 50’s and beyond.” Nothing about such a phrase is easy but the rewards will make sure your insides don’t feel greasy. So I ate the number 5 from “BENDY’S” out of respect of the money she worked so hard to pay for it with. I won’t lie….it was good as it smelled. Nothing 1000 more pushups and sit ups wouldn’t disintegrate.  

We waited for about a good hour before we hopped ourselves in the pool. The summer was just beginning and the cold GEORGIA weather was finally doing its own thing, taking a well needed vacation I suppose. LORD knows it put in a good few, long months and we were ready for a warm front. The maintenance crew just released the winter time ban off the pool’s entrance and STACI and I were more than ready to break it in. And boy did we ever!

STACI knew exactly what she was doing. If you would have only seen what she decided to wear under her REC clothes, you would’ve known exactly what she was up to as well. With that pink bra and turquoise bikini on…….GOSH. I was so glad I was single but I wasn’t sure she was. Hey, just because a chick is swimming in your pool, with her arms fondling your neck and chest, doesn’t mean she is yours. Yes STACI is a potentially single female but she is by no means a new female. We definitely have an ugly past.

 It wasn’t always that way and while I have no intentions on explaining it now, but I can assure; it was wonderful once. And it is for sure, sure wonderful at this particular moment. But 20yrs of life will teach you an abundance of much needed messages in either broken bottles or open ones. Which glass comes your way depends on how well you listen. After all, glass isn’t created broken, it gets broken. Thus my much needed lesson; our glass got broken along the way. 



CHAPTER 1 – “ALMOST AS SMOOTH AS”

So, in short, the pool swim was a wonderful one. We had a splendid time, STACI and I. a lot of flirting, a considerable amount of touching, nice kisses here and there, but now for the serious part. What was to become of our relationship? Is this supposed to be the “new norm”? The accepted procedure or was this our way of mutually expressing individual desires to reconnect on a more permanent basis? Shoot, I don’t know, be lying once I said I ever did. Because I never did. Maybe she did but when did a 19yr old female ever know what she really wanted. If you really knew what you wanted, you’d be closer to having it than you were to losing it, right? I could’ve been wrong though. LORD knows NAIJAH GROVER’s been wrong before. Horribly wrong.

In my mind’s background, I couldn’t shake this thought. It was this strangely odd gut feeling; this vibrating feeling inside my whole body. It was permeating and radiating thru-out my entire being. “She shouldn’t be here NAIJAH. You have other, more productive, less hopeless things to focus on.” It sure did feel good, when does spending quality time with a high quality female ever feel wrong? Only when it is. 

STACI brought an extra set of clothes with her and so I allowed the luxury of washing that horrid chlorine from her hair and skin in the shower. Maybe she didn’t want to stink up her car with that awful smell or even worse, let that smelly water soak her seats. Or maybe she brought a change of clothes because she desired to spend as much time with me as possible.  There was nothing wrong with this, but I must reiterate; STACI is, an old flame. 

“She is not a new girl NAI and don’t you ever forget this. I know man, I know, but has got to be doing this on purpose, and for a purpose. Yes NAIJAH! For her own selfish purposes. If STACI truly cared for our interest, why are we even in the position to reconnect?” My inner GROVER had a point; a very valid one. After my shower, I made it a point to focus my questions and thus our conversation, on her intentions.  Smart move. 

A fully dressed STACI is sitting quietly at my mom’s kitchen table, reading quietly. What is she reading? One of my dream journals from senior year. I have always been interesting in the occult, the non-superficial, the mysterious, and the metaphysical. You know, your dream life, dream characters, dream signs, the possibility of astral projection. I took a quart of milk out, rice dream to be exact; our favorite conversational beverage and kept the routine alive. “Uh oh” STACI retorts. “I see a freshly poured cup of rice dream laying in front of, what is on your mind NAI?” I smiled…seems we haven’t skipped a beat. So I smoothly laid it on the table, almost as smooth as the rice milk. 



CHAPTER 2 – “WELL, NOT EXACTLY”

“STACI, what are your intentions with me at this point in time? Why did you call me this morning? Why did you decide to actually show up and why are you still here?” “Dang NAIJAH GROVER, you definitely know how to make a lady feel wanted.” She smirks with a newly grown rice mustache. She’s cute. Sometimes. “I do want you, I mean, you are wanted. I’m just very cautious with you right now, extremely wary.”  “And you have all the reasons in the world to be” she calmly responds, as if she weren’t the slightest bit agitated by my emotional defensiveness. “And so you should feel where I’m coming from STACE”. “What do you want me to say NAI? That I’m once again interested in pursuing a one on one relationship with you? Yes NAIJAH, thanks for reading in between these lines.” She forms lines on her body with her hands.  

“Once again, you’re proving just how perceptive you really are” she almost snarls. “Wow boo, are you so interested in re-connecting with me that you would actually sneak diss due to my attempts to protect myself?” She takes a nice, long gulp of this oh so delicious rice milk in an attempt to either avoid my question or to quench her thirst before satisfying my inquisitive nature. “Well, my defenses are down NAIJAH, so what’s the issue?” I lean in closer and move my cup and its coaster to my far right before giving her the business. “That’s the issue shawty, your defenses are down. One of us has to process this rationally.” “That’s no fun NAI, let’s say both of us just succumb to our emotional views of one another. Is that not living life on the edge?” “No fool – that’s more like leaping off of it blindfolded and parachute-less.” 

“I hear adventure” STACI replies as she leans closer. I smile, she is effectively pulling me in. I must resist. I have to see how much she really desires a 2nd chance. “And I hear 2 consecutive thumps.” She laughs. It’s time for an intermission. Just when I attempt to find a way to squeeze this in – “I don’t know about you NAIJAH GROVER, but I’m getting tired of resting my legs under this beautifully round kitchen table. I wanna continue this necessary conversation as trees run beside us…what say you?” Perfect I think. A change of scenery. “What do you have in mind STACI FALLS…an afternoon jog?” She packs my dream journal into her back sack, elegantly swings it onto her shoulders, and looks at me with those eyes. “Well, not exactly”. 

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