Hey ladies AND gentlemen!!! Sooo here we are again, and I want you to know I appreciate you stopping by. I’m always optimistic that there are a new set of eyes visiting. And as you may know from the title, this is PaRt 5, which means there is a PaRt 1, PaRt 2, PaRt 3, and PaRt 4 to the WrOnG MiStEr series, that you may want to get caught up on, before you go any further. Better yet, just click HoMe and get caught up on what SiNgLe MoMmY FiLeS is all about. You can check out how it all got started in FiRsT StEpS.
Picking up where we left off…my bestie waited for my response to his request for my number, but all the pondering I did, for as long as I could, was really to make MiStEr himself wait. I mean, it was only fair considering he didn’t ask for my number at the restaurant, which made me think he wasn’t interested, and ultimately made my heart sink.
I am not kidding you, by the time she sent the reply; it felt like only a millisecond had gone, when my phone rang. “It’s him, isn’t it?!” she squealed, rubbing her match-making hands together in pure delight. I looked at my blackberry display, smiled from ear to ear, and pushed the ignore button. “I can’t talk to him right now, I’m driving,” I said nonchalantly, as my heart raced nervously <~this is probably where my son gets his acting from *takes A bow* now back to the story.
At that moment, in my mind, I was thinking about the two sets of ears in the back of my truck that would have made it their mission impossible to listen in on my conversation. And, I’m not going to lie to you ladies, I was a little nervous to talk to him on the phone. I know…I know…why would I be, when we had such a great conversation with one another the whole day?
I don’t know, maybe that was just it. We talked about everything, what else was left to be said? I was sort of afraid of that. Or maybe, I hadn’t made it this far in the story yet. I was one of those people that had to have things figured out (if not all the way, pretty much so), be two steps ahead, and know exactly where I was going. And as far as I was concerned, we were never going to lay eyes on one another, because he and spokeswoman made me wait for four months. I thought the dream was over.
“Okay girl, well you have to make sure you call him when you get home. And if it’s not too late, call me and let me know how it went.”
“I will,” I replied.
“Ohhhh I’m sooo excited for you girl. You deserve this! You deserve to be happy!” she exclaimed.
I do deserve this, I thought to myself, as we made our way up the congested freeway. I couldn’t help but notice that the stars in the moonlit sky were just as bright as my future had the possibility of being with MiStEr. By the time we made it to my place, I had built up enough nerve to call him back.
“Alright girl, get in that house and call him. Love ya!” She said.
“I’m going to. Love ya back!” I replied as we hugged and said our good-byes.
Resting heavily on my shoulder was my little man b.k.a. TJ a.k.a. my daddy/husband/protector who had passed out on the long ride home. I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t have to worry about him vying for my attention or being nosy.
Ladies, listen, I couldn’t get the key in the door, into the house, out of my make-up and clothes, in and out of the shower, into my pajamas, then bed, and on that phone, fast enough. And, I don’t think I ever saw my new voicemail indicator light up the way it did. Call me crazy, but I think it was just as excited about his call as I was. I dialed 1 and listened:
“Hey Katrina! It’s me. Sorry I didn’t ask for your numba at the restaurant. I didn’t want to put you on the spot in front of all of our family and friends. I had a great time with you today and I would very much like to speak to you on the phone. This is my numba. Please call me as soon as you can. I hope you all made it home safely. Goodbye.”
Ahhhhhh!!! I screamed without making one sound. Not sure how I managed that, but I did. And that accent of his drove me insane! I loved the way he said numba…Ahhhhhh!!!
“Okay…alright…breathe girl…breathe,” I told my giddy self as I pushed the call button.
Now wait, I got so caught up in the story that I forgot to mention that MiStEr was from…well…maybe that’s not important, especially for his sake. And I’m sure you figured out by now, with the accent and all that he wasn’t born in the U.S. So anyway, our conversation that night went a little something like this:
“Hello Ms. Katrina. Thanks so much for returning my call,” he said in just the right turn on, I mean tone. Yes, tone, that’s what I meant ladies.
“You’re welcome. Uh, were you asleep?”
“No, I’m in bed though. Are you just getting home?”
“I’ve been here for a little while. I had to get ready for bed.”
“Oh okay. Well I really enjoyed spending time with you today, at the house and at dinner. I wish we had more time together.”
“Yea, I had a great time too. When are you leaving LA?”
“Sunday. But I was hoping that I could see you again before I leave, if that is alright with you?”
“Yea, that’s fine.”
“Well, what is your schedule like, this week?”
“Oh wow, I’m pretty tied up. But I could probably juggle some things around and open up either Friday or Saturday evening,” I explained. Note: I wasn’t all that busy, but I didn’t want him to think I was ThIrStY.
“Okay well, is it alright if I call you tomorrow so we can discuss it more then? What is a good time for you?”
“Sure. I would like that. TJ has a class around 11. You can call me anytime after that.”
“Perfect. I’m looking forward to the call. Well I don’t want to hold you. You have a good night.”
Ahhhhhh!!! I screamed AGAIN after I hit the end call button. I couldn’t contain the excitement stirring, as you can probably tell from all the screaming that took place internally. And luckily for me, it drowned out the sound of my biological clock d.k.a. the ticking time bomb. Oh and by the way, that “d” stands for dreadfully.
But this felt…well…let me just say I had never met a man like this before…so physically attractive (body like a chiseled sculpture), check; culturally diverse (intriguing foreigner with a sexy accent), check; spiritually attuned (a must, and trust me, I was listening out for that), check; academically advanced (not one, not two, but three degrees), check; AND financially stable (let’s just say, in his career field, I’m sure he was making six figures, I did the research). Not that that was the most important thing to me in all of my SiNgLeNeSs, but it was definitely nice to know and a huge plus, check mate!
I couldn’t wait to talk to him again. He couldn’t wait to see me again. And I can’t wait to tell you how it all unfolded. This is the bomb.com *in my Tamar Braxton voice*. I love taking you on this journey with me, so please come back around this time on Wednesday. Until then…