i saw him from down the hall waiting for the elevator.
he was looking so good and chocolatey.
his bald head glistened with sweat.
he had on a off beige t shirt, tan shorts, and some sandals.
he is african so i didn’t expect anything less.
he instantly saw me and waved.
i waved back; feeling shy but confident.
3 elevator doors opened but i rushed in the one with him.
he smiled and extended his hand….
“wassup?” he asked.
“why you tired?”
All i was thinking in my head was:
“i want him.”
“you still host those parties at that club?” i asked.
“well you got to take my number so we can talk.”
a bold move for jamari fox.
but fuck it, i am tired of playing duck-duck-fox.
he pulled out his phone and took my phone number.
“this is my stop.”
“aight hit me up.”
not expecting anything; hoping for something.
i got Mandingo wolf’s number today.