So Mona and I have been going out about ten months. Last night I finally met a friend of hers: Michelle, and Michelle’s husband, Pete. They came to my hood in Brooklyn. We went to dinner (Mexican food,) played pool and got some dessert.
She hasn’t been holding back meeting her friends (nor me mine) just that our time together is very limited and Mona and I have just been greedy with each other.
At first, I was a little concerned as I am unemployed and it’s not my favorite topic to talk about, especially with my gf’s people who are trying to see if I’m good for her.
But it never came up in conversation. A few days ago I asked Mona to prep them ahead of time. I guess she did. We talked about things we did as a couple, where we were from. Skirted around the white elephant in my life.
In preparation, Pete looked me up on FB and noticed that he and I have someone in common: Jerry, whom I know since Junior High and was a frat brother of Pete’s in college. More fodder for conversation.
We garnered some good reviews, Mona said that they had exchanged texts and Michelle said that it was clear how well we get along and how good we are for each other.
Approval given. It reminded me of a scene in Hitch where he tells Kevin James’ character that friends need to sign off on all relationships.
Great to see Mona for a solid length of time (14 hours) which we hadn’t in a while due to her being sick and her soon-to-be-ex-husband being sick (couldn’t watch the kids.)
Her oxytocin gas tank was running on fumes, ifyouknowui’msayin. We’re talking dangerously low.
Her “Aunt Flo” is in town, wink wink nudge nudge, but that wasn’t going to stop us. Glad we had a chance for romance, which we both needed badly.