The Drama that Wasn't

I knew it would happen sooner or later. The dog that I am. It was inevitable.

I just wish it was later than sooner. It was unexpected, and I was unprepared.

My two men. crossing paths. Fuck.

There have been instances where there was a small possibility that it would happen. But it never did. And lucky for me, it didn't happen last night. But ALMOST. And jeez..I was a mess.

You think I would have taken it easy after I was almost exposed on Monday. Of all places, at my friend Marvin's. I have mentioned before that Marvin and "the other one" are "boys".
I met "the other one" thru Marvin.

Sexy man..and Marvin..well, not really "boys" in that sense, I introduced them and they have had their male bonding...they are straight...

Sexy man..well, you know what's going on after the whole hit in the head thing..He has been hanging out on the regular. (LOL)

So, Marvin is a Dallas fan. We are basically in Redskin territory. Well technically Redskin/Raven territory..but whatever. So Marvin has a "party" at his place on Monday, for the game. And I invited Sexy Man. I told Marvin that I was inviting him..and he was like..a'ight.
It was a small gathering..just the crew from the hood.

I am sitting on the couch watching the game, and I hear the door open and shut.
*Silence* everyone that was talking..just stopped. I looked up, and there was "the other one"
coming to hang out and watch the game. Marvin and I looked at each other like WTF? "the other one" went in the other room and everyone just stared at me. It was the whole "what the fuck are you gonna do" scene. I just shrugged my shoulders. What could I do? Marvin asked me if sexy man was coming, and at that point, I didn't know. He ended up not coming..tired from his trip and flight.

So last night..Sexy man and I had definitive plans for a sleepover. He had to work late and run some errands..I was expecting him late..but I was expecting him. Around 11:15pm.."the other one" started calling. and calling. and calling. This fool even called my cell, which he never does..he didn't leave a message, he just kept ringing the fucking phone over and over. It made me uncomfortable, and edgy. And pissed. I was certain, that his ass would just show up. All my common sense left my brain, because I couldn't think..I had no idea what to do. I felt like a prisoner in my own damn crib. *smdh*

About 15 minutes pass, and he starts calling again. and again. and again. He finally leaves a cryptic message, saying that he needs to "talk to me about something..it's important. CALL ME BACK." Okay player. damn. Bullshit. but okay. I call him. He wants to come over. Fuck.
"Nah, baby. Not tonight." I tell him. He tells me he is coming anyway. He hangs up the phone.

SHIT! He WILL come. I started to panic. I can't have this crap! I think for a few minutes..and then work it only like I can.

FukkIT! let'em come! Let'em both come. Let both of them get their feelings hurt. Let them fight about it. Let them figure it out. I can not control what others do. I can't.

So, I get up, unlock the door. And wait. I wait to see who the first one thru the door is. LOL! What else can I do? I ain't no motherfuckin' punk. It has to work itself out on it's own.
Don't get it twisted--this is MY shit! It has my name all over it. But there is nothing that I can do with a hard-headed CAUGHT UP fool.

I laid on my bed. And closed my eyes. And crossed my fingers. And waited.

"Baby.." I hear him say.

I feel a chill run down to my toes.
I sigh.
It's my sexy man.
Thank God.
Oh, did I mention...that I love him?