Anyone who knows anything about me knows that I’m not a flosser, not real fancy at all. I don’t have an expensive car or a wardrobe filled with purple labels and red bottoms. However, I do like nice things, and I have a knack for getting really great deals. I have a really sharp eye for quality.
So when I spotted Omar, I knew he was top-shelf quality! First, let me backtrack and tell you how we initially met each other. My sister was in town visiting, and she wanted to stop by her girlfriend’s house for a visit after we attended church. Now I’m a traditional church lady. I’m not the church hat lady with pantyhose type, but I am the church lady who only wears dresses and heels to church service. I feel like at the very least I should give God my best when I go to worship Him. That’s just how I’ve always been. However, as soon as church is over, you already know, those heels come off and I change into my driving slippers. Let me stop trying to sound fancy, they were house shoes! Side note to the ladies: driving while wearing your heels ruins the back of them. You know that black stain that you get on the back of them? Ummm hmmm, that’s from driving in them! You’ll thank me for that little tip. Anyway, this day was no different. After a two-hour service of standing and sitting, and standing and sitting, as soon as my sister and I sat down in that car, I slipped into my house shoes with the quickness!
My sister’s friend Leslie asked us to stop by for a visit after church, so when we arrived at her place in the valley, I kept on my house shoes. Ghetto? Whatever! My feet were barking and my house shoes were comfortable! Anyway, Leslie was leaving town later that evening and needed to get to Union Station, so my sister volunteered me to drop her off. Don’t you just love family?
However, before dropping her at the station, she asked if we could follow her up the street to the Mercedes dealership to drop off her car, so they could fix it while she was out of town. She’s fancy! We arrived at the dealership and each pulled into the service area, she drove over to the service desk, as we parked over to the side to wait for her. Leslie called my sister and asked her to come over to her, but my sister was yapping away on the other line, so she sent me to see what she wanted.
I started to step of the car when I realized I still had on my house shoes. So I closed the door back and quickly put on my stilettos again.“You don’t have to change your shoes,” my sister says. Is she for real? “Girl, please. I am at a Mercedes dealership. I am not walking out in some house shoes! I may be ghetto, but I’m not that ghetto!” I got out of my car and strutted over to Leslie. When Leslie saw me, she had the nerve to ask me why I changed my house shoes. Now is she for real? Please, I told her just like I told my sister. “You tricks are not about to have me out here all wrong in some damn house shoes!”
Leslie was called into the service office, which left me standing next to her Mercedes when this extra tall (he’s 6’6”), extra dark, extra handsome man, carrying a pair of Jordans, came walking up from the street. Tall, dark and handsome! Y’all know that’s my kryptonite, right? I had to say a quick prayer… “Lord Jesus! Thank you on this amazing Sunday for this beautiful specimen you’ve sent my way! Yay God!” Yes, I’m a fool, I already know this. Anyway, we exchanged looks a few times, but that was it. I finally thought of something funny to say to break the ice, and just when I was about to speak, they called him over to the desk to get his car. I thought, I can’t just let him go, right? If I’m going to say something, I’ve got to say it right now! So as he walked by I awkwardly blurted out: “You’re leaving just when I was about to say something clever about a man and his Jordans. He laughed and crossed over to his service rep. That was it. He just laughed and kept walking. They handed him the keys and he got inside of his car. Now, as it turns out, I happened to be standing directly in the middle of the entrance slash exit. How convenient. I get a second shot at this thing, and I’m going to take it! After all, this could be my chocolate prince! Now just to let you know how dirty I am at this thing... when he got into the car, I struck a pose making sure my best assets, if you know what I mean, were fully on display. HA! I don’t play fair, I know that, too!
He drove up slowly, then stopped right beside me. I turned around and said: “ So you were just gonna drive away and not introduce yourself?” He said: “That’s why I’m stopping.” Yessss, got him! Now the only thing sexier than a tall, dark and handsome man, is a man with some bass in his voice! And boy did he have it. “My name is Omar.” I stretched my hand out and leaned down near his window. He reached over, gently grasping my hand. After a moment of sheer and utter flirtation, eye batting and all, I managed to utter the words: “I’m Gabrielle.” As I did, I noticed that he was still holding my hand. He’s good, too!
Once Omar released my hand, he handed me his phone and asked if I would put my information in it, which I did happily. “So you are going to call me, right?” He assured me that he would. I have to admit that I usually never take a man’s information that I’m interested in, I believe that the man should call me first. I’m just old-fashioned that way. However, if I’m really not interested in someone, I’ll take their info because I don’t want them to have mine. Ugly fact, I know!
Anyway, getting back... Omar did call me the next day. Not texted me, called me. Nice move! Finally, a man who gets it! Forget what you’ve heard fellas, women want to hear from a man they’re interested in as soon as possible, and by that I mean we want to hear his voice! So we spoke on the phone for a while before arranging a day and time to meet. We kept the meeting place halfway between our residences, so Hollywood was the winning neighborhood.
It’s date night!! I’ve said it before, I’m really a skirt girl, so I wore a black pencil skirt, you know, to show off the curves, and a short summer sweater, with a pair of black and gold 6” stilettos. I mean, what else could I wear? The man is 6’5” after all! Oh believe you me, the next day I’d pay for wearing those heels, but for that night I had to keep it high and sexy! Since it was a work night for us (aka school night), so we kept things super casual. I arrived at the spot shortly before he did, so I sat at the bar until he arrived.
And did he ever arrive!!!! Yes, he did, looking casually fine— sporting jeans and a t-shirt, looking even sexier than when we first met. As we hugged, he complimented my outfit, check! And told me how beautiful I looked, check check!! Men, here’s a not-so-much-newsflash, yup I just made that up! Women love, love, love and appreciate compliments. We put real effort into looking our best, so please don’t be stingy with the compliments! Pretend you’re in the strip club and make it rain!!! With compliments, not singles. Although I wouldn’t be mad, at— let me stop. Moving on!
The handsome Omar asked the hostess if we could grab a nearby booth. It was massive, which was perfect because it allowed us to scoot in close to each other, so we could hear one another. You know we were really just trying to check each other out up close and personal to check our energy. Needless to say, it was crazy energy over the next hour! We shared appetizers and drinks, as well as stories about our family, our careers, our life experiences. It was so nice just having a real conversation with someone. OMG, wait! A smart, handsome, sexy man who is genuinely interested in me?
I have to say that it was one of the best first dates I had been on in quite a while. We kept things short and sweet because it was work night. As we waited for the checked, I asked Omar to let me see his hand. He held it up and I held mine in front of it. He turned his hand down so he could see how much smaller mine was in comparison. “You know what they say about men with big hands, right?” Oh here were go! “No, what?” He smiled slightly and said: “Big hands… big feet!” Okay, and he’s kind of funny, too! A gal could really get used to someone like this guy.
The night had come to a close for us, so we exited the bar and he walked me to my car, and he gave me a hug goodnight. As we stood there, he pulled back a little to look down at me, so I looked up at him, and I think the moment we had both been waiting for had arrived. I climbed that tree of a man— I’m just kidding, just jokes! He leaned down and kissed me. It was respectful, tender, a perfect kiss. “Whoa! That was pretty amazing!” he said. He was right, it was amazing. So much so, that right then and there Omar asked me if he could pick me up and take me out on a real date. Uh yeah!!!!! Heyyy, I’m going for a ride!!! HA!
So when I spotted Omar, I knew he was top-shelf quality! First, let me backtrack and tell you how we initially met each other. My sister was in town visiting, and she wanted to stop by her girlfriend’s house for a visit after we attended church. Now I’m a traditional church lady. I’m not the church hat lady with pantyhose type, but I am the church lady who only wears dresses and heels to church service. I feel like at the very least I should give God my best when I go to worship Him. That’s just how I’ve always been. However, as soon as church is over, you already know, those heels come off and I change into my driving slippers. Let me stop trying to sound fancy, they were house shoes! Side note to the ladies: driving while wearing your heels ruins the back of them. You know that black stain that you get on the back of them? Ummm hmmm, that’s from driving in them! You’ll thank me for that little tip. Anyway, this day was no different. After a two-hour service of standing and sitting, and standing and sitting, as soon as my sister and I sat down in that car, I slipped into my house shoes with the quickness!
My sister’s friend Leslie asked us to stop by for a visit after church, so when we arrived at her place in the valley, I kept on my house shoes. Ghetto? Whatever! My feet were barking and my house shoes were comfortable! Anyway, Leslie was leaving town later that evening and needed to get to Union Station, so my sister volunteered me to drop her off. Don’t you just love family?
However, before dropping her at the station, she asked if we could follow her up the street to the Mercedes dealership to drop off her car, so they could fix it while she was out of town. She’s fancy! We arrived at the dealership and each pulled into the service area, she drove over to the service desk, as we parked over to the side to wait for her. Leslie called my sister and asked her to come over to her, but my sister was yapping away on the other line, so she sent me to see what she wanted.
I started to step of the car when I realized I still had on my house shoes. So I closed the door back and quickly put on my stilettos again.“You don’t have to change your shoes,” my sister says. Is she for real? “Girl, please. I am at a Mercedes dealership. I am not walking out in some house shoes! I may be ghetto, but I’m not that ghetto!” I got out of my car and strutted over to Leslie. When Leslie saw me, she had the nerve to ask me why I changed my house shoes. Now is she for real? Please, I told her just like I told my sister. “You tricks are not about to have me out here all wrong in some damn house shoes!”
Leslie was called into the service office, which left me standing next to her Mercedes when this extra tall (he’s 6’6”), extra dark, extra handsome man, carrying a pair of Jordans, came walking up from the street. Tall, dark and handsome! Y’all know that’s my kryptonite, right? I had to say a quick prayer… “Lord Jesus! Thank you on this amazing Sunday for this beautiful specimen you’ve sent my way! Yay God!” Yes, I’m a fool, I already know this. Anyway, we exchanged looks a few times, but that was it. I finally thought of something funny to say to break the ice, and just when I was about to speak, they called him over to the desk to get his car. I thought, I can’t just let him go, right? If I’m going to say something, I’ve got to say it right now! So as he walked by I awkwardly blurted out: “You’re leaving just when I was about to say something clever about a man and his Jordans. He laughed and crossed over to his service rep. That was it. He just laughed and kept walking. They handed him the keys and he got inside of his car. Now, as it turns out, I happened to be standing directly in the middle of the entrance slash exit. How convenient. I get a second shot at this thing, and I’m going to take it! After all, this could be my chocolate prince! Now just to let you know how dirty I am at this thing... when he got into the car, I struck a pose making sure my best assets, if you know what I mean, were fully on display. HA! I don’t play fair, I know that, too!
He drove up slowly, then stopped right beside me. I turned around and said: “ So you were just gonna drive away and not introduce yourself?” He said: “That’s why I’m stopping.” Yessss, got him! Now the only thing sexier than a tall, dark and handsome man, is a man with some bass in his voice! And boy did he have it. “My name is Omar.” I stretched my hand out and leaned down near his window. He reached over, gently grasping my hand. After a moment of sheer and utter flirtation, eye batting and all, I managed to utter the words: “I’m Gabrielle.” As I did, I noticed that he was still holding my hand. He’s good, too!
Once Omar released my hand, he handed me his phone and asked if I would put my information in it, which I did happily. “So you are going to call me, right?” He assured me that he would. I have to admit that I usually never take a man’s information that I’m interested in, I believe that the man should call me first. I’m just old-fashioned that way. However, if I’m really not interested in someone, I’ll take their info because I don’t want them to have mine. Ugly fact, I know!
Anyway, getting back... Omar did call me the next day. Not texted me, called me. Nice move! Finally, a man who gets it! Forget what you’ve heard fellas, women want to hear from a man they’re interested in as soon as possible, and by that I mean we want to hear his voice! So we spoke on the phone for a while before arranging a day and time to meet. We kept the meeting place halfway between our residences, so Hollywood was the winning neighborhood.
It’s date night!! I’ve said it before, I’m really a skirt girl, so I wore a black pencil skirt, you know, to show off the curves, and a short summer sweater, with a pair of black and gold 6” stilettos. I mean, what else could I wear? The man is 6’5” after all! Oh believe you me, the next day I’d pay for wearing those heels, but for that night I had to keep it high and sexy! Since it was a work night for us (aka school night), so we kept things super casual. I arrived at the spot shortly before he did, so I sat at the bar until he arrived.
And did he ever arrive!!!! Yes, he did, looking casually fine— sporting jeans and a t-shirt, looking even sexier than when we first met. As we hugged, he complimented my outfit, check! And told me how beautiful I looked, check check!! Men, here’s a not-so-much-newsflash, yup I just made that up! Women love, love, love and appreciate compliments. We put real effort into looking our best, so please don’t be stingy with the compliments! Pretend you’re in the strip club and make it rain!!! With compliments, not singles. Although I wouldn’t be mad, at— let me stop. Moving on!
The handsome Omar asked the hostess if we could grab a nearby booth. It was massive, which was perfect because it allowed us to scoot in close to each other, so we could hear one another. You know we were really just trying to check each other out up close and personal to check our energy. Needless to say, it was crazy energy over the next hour! We shared appetizers and drinks, as well as stories about our family, our careers, our life experiences. It was so nice just having a real conversation with someone. OMG, wait! A smart, handsome, sexy man who is genuinely interested in me?
I have to say that it was one of the best first dates I had been on in quite a while. We kept things short and sweet because it was work night. As we waited for the checked, I asked Omar to let me see his hand. He held it up and I held mine in front of it. He turned his hand down so he could see how much smaller mine was in comparison. “You know what they say about men with big hands, right?” Oh here were go! “No, what?” He smiled slightly and said: “Big hands… big feet!” Okay, and he’s kind of funny, too! A gal could really get used to someone like this guy.
The night had come to a close for us, so we exited the bar and he walked me to my car, and he gave me a hug goodnight. As we stood there, he pulled back a little to look down at me, so I looked up at him, and I think the moment we had both been waiting for had arrived. I climbed that tree of a man— I’m just kidding, just jokes! He leaned down and kissed me. It was respectful, tender, a perfect kiss. “Whoa! That was pretty amazing!” he said. He was right, it was amazing. So much so, that right then and there Omar asked me if he could pick me up and take me out on a real date. Uh yeah!!!!! Heyyy, I’m going for a ride!!! HA!
