I was at a friend’s party having a good time when I started talking to a fine brother we’ll call “Marcel.”
Marcel was every bit of handsome: smooth chocolaty skin, great eyes, a muscular body that said, “I work out but I’m not too vain to have a little grown man weight.” All in all, Marcel was a definite candidate to be an Idris (read here).
Marcel had me immediately intrigued. This man didn’t need to spit game because he had a confidence and ease in his voice that pulled you in. Moreover he could talk, and I love it when men can “conversate” on topics out of the ordinary.
Eventually, we got to the question of “what do you do” and Marcel said, “I work out at the airport.”
“Okay” I said, as visions of kiosks and salty soft pretzels danced in my head. And he said it so matter-of-factly; like there was nothing wrong with a mid 30’s brother working this kind of job and having no other hustle going on. Read more…
After work, I stopped in at Whole Foods to pick up some last minute items for a meal I planned to make. I was in the produce aisle looking over the fennel when a voice from behind me said, “can I help you find something?”
OMG, that velvety smooth voice! I turned around and it was Idris. I took one look at him and almost lost my footing. This man put the ‘well’ in well dressed, wearing an impeccable navy blue suit with a handsome shirt and tie combination. His smile was like a laser beam set on full blast, and I was melting right in front of him.
“Hey Idris” I said. “What a surprise running into you here.” As if I didn’t know that he lived in the area.
“Yeah, same here Kamal. It’s been a while since we last saw each other. How are things?”
“Things are good. Just picking up some items for dinner. In fact, I’m cooking a big meal with no one to share it with. You’re welcome to come over and join me,” I said with a smile.
While I was utterly captivated by Idris and his sexy demeanor, don’t think for one second that I was going to miss out on this opportunity that Fate thrust into my lap. Read more…
In DC, going to networking events is a common occurrence. I am not talking about the First Friday phenomenon where everyone seems to be a hair salon owner or in varying stages of looking for employment (read here), but actual real live networking. I will occasionally attend these events with someone I’m dating, so we can mingle and play off each other or ditch early if the event is a bust.
I was at an event once with a date, having a good time and seeing old friends when he walked in. He, who I’ll call “Idris” because every black man who is devastatingly hot is like an Idris to me, is the ex-boyfriend of a close friend who is now the boyfriend of an acquaintance.
To say that Idris looked hot was an understatement. Well-groomed facial hair. Knitted polo shirt that did nothing to hide every ripple of muscle in Idris’ arms. A pair of dress slacks that were generous in their cut but left room for him and my imagination. Idris was a beautiful, brown, sexy black man that literally took my breath away when I saw him that evening.
I’m always able to keep my cool regardless of what level of attraction I may initially have for a man, but for some reason seeing Idris on this night made me lose it. He came over to say hello and I went from sociable, professional and composed to silly, blithering and wilted in 6.2 seconds flat. At one point the only words I could muster to say were “you look good” repeatedly. Wait, didn’t I come here with a date? Read more…