a girl's whose name begins and ends with "a"

ok, so y'all saw it coming, probably. I certainly didn't, but ain't that funny how it's when you're not looking that love comes and knocks you off your feets like Stevie, for reals.

It all started off with a kismet encounter in Oakridge Mall with an old Colt, the exchanging of some numbers, thoughts of "wow, he's still pretty cute and he's up to some interesting stuff" and connex, connex...then the shortie of a phonecall that deduces that he's also into the library, Main St., and cake.

Next, it's the 3 hour, laugh the whole time my face hurts lyrical exchange from Common to Kris Kross, to existential convos to serious shiz about fate and family to silly ish like Anchorman. We have some serious chemistry around late Supersonics and how Kanye has stolen his identity. He didn't even try to defend Ulcer. He's got me all giddy like skool daze, and yesterday, after feeling bold from visiting the Kingsgate library, I called him up and we shared a bowl of laksa from Hawkers. Then back to his crib to see the joint and listen to some songs that he made that reminded me of Eternal Sunshine...we vibed further and whilst explaining how he doesn't believe that time exists, he slips me the sweetest of kisses upside-down a la Spidey. H.O.T. haven't felt like that since the days of yore, thought young luv had passed. But the next 10 hours pass and we don't sleep, rather laugh, kiss, pillow talk some shit, lather rinse repeat. It was ruff, but he got up to go to class and I went to yoga, who woulda thought that I could fall asleep in an instance where I was moving my body every 3 minutes?

After class, I rolled back thru Oakridge, Sammy recruited me back into the homie game by giving me the bboy I have been coveting, and we (Special K and myself) went thru a series of trips back and forth rustling up busfare and sustenance. We spent the beautyfull afternoon walking over the Granville St. bridge, and he bought me a record from a thrift shop of some cat playing Chopin for young lovers, because he remembered it from my published ish, and the cover features young lovers indeed sharing an upside down kiss.

So, as I blog this going on absolutely no sleep at all, I wonder if I'll make it thru my class tonite, but I'm still floating right now so I don't really care. Flashback quote of the evening: Me: "I think I have an armpit fetish" K: "I think I have a kissing you everywhere fetish". PTOE.