I remember in ancient times when I was in my mid 20's and I was dating a guy I'll call Prince 2.0 and this other gentleman I'll call Crispy. They both knew each other existed but neither knew I was involved with the other. This was a second go round for Prince 2.0 and I as we dated when I was 18 years old. He was my first boyfriend and the guy that I lost my virginity too. That was an experience and a half which I will tell you about some other time. Anyway, Prince 2.0 and I found each other again years after our breakup and decided to give it another shot. I was too much of a wuss to tell Crispy that I was getting involved with Prince 2.0 again so I thought it best to date them both until I sorted this whole thing out.
One evening Prince 2.0 decided he wanted to hang out downtown. There was a really popular block back in the day for all the young folk to hang out because it held two very popular clubs, Odells (you know if you belong!) and Signals around the corner. I loved both of these spots. Well, Prince 2.0 decided he wanted to go out and see the happenings around these two spots. Now, the entertainment isn't always going into the venue but finding a nice area on which to perch yourself upon and just watch the activity of the people hanging out in the street outside the club. Oh the sights you'd see. We could literally stand outside and people watch for hours. So Prince 2.0 and I were outside of Signals hanging out with the crowd having a really great time when I looked over to my left and who did I see making his way through the crowd? You guessed it, none other then Crispy. I did what any self respecting serial dater would do when faced with the possibility of getting caught. I ducked down beside a car until Crispy had passed by.
Prince 2.0 looked down at me and was all, "OK, what the hell are you doing down there?" I was lost for words and was like, "Uh, it's late. I see my brother down here looking for me . I think I need to go home now."
So Prince 2.0 was all, "Alright let's roll." and I stood up and sprinted in the other direction so that Crispy couldn't see me.
Prince 2.0 was all, "Slow down! You know I can't run in these boots. There too high."
We get to the car and drive off never to speak of this incident ever again and no one was the wiser.
Somehow, I don't think I could get away with the same behavior today. Hmmmmm....
