TBH

Last week was... interesting. Not much happened out of the ordinary Monday.

Tuesday... Tuesday, I noticed my IG follower count dropped from 15 to 14 (lol), took a quick look and realized that The Boss had stopped following me... The Feels. I took a longer look and realized his account was disabled. It wasn't just me, and I no longer felt like sleeping under my bed.

Wednesday... Wednesday, I contacted 11.

11 was my first big crush on campus. I honestly couldn't have written the story better...

My Spring semester, the campus had been open for a few weeks and it was basketball season. I had gone to a few games and meh. No-one on campus really kept my attention and I was growing bored, then... 11. I have a undercut and had just gotten a silk press and knew it would turn heads in a sea of 40in middle part buss downs and braids. And did. I was on the phone, walking through the lobby as 11 was coming down the stairs. We saw each other and I stopped talking in the middle of my sentence. At that moment the front door must have opened because the wind blew and my hair flew. I walked toward the exit door to get out of 11's way, but he followed behind me. I saw his reflection in the window and quickly turned around and startled him. We did that thing people do when they try to get out of each others way, but can't. Cute. I watched him from the window and realized he was a baller. Yeah. I knew what I wanted and I was gonna have it. And did.

The next game, I arrived late on purpose and wore this cute little black and white top. I had noticed that most everyone sits behind the ballers. But there was an always nearly empty section directly across from the ballers designated for... Alumni! Come on. My own section, with the best view, giving the ballers the best view, is crazy. I bounced my little ass and that silk press down the stairs and, All Fucking Eyes. The ballers kept nudging each other and nodding toward me. 11's friend had the ball, looked at me (or at least in my direction) and fucked his shit up. (He later told me that he had torn his acl, but was recovering fast, thank goodness.) Soon after, 11 was at it. Stealing the ball, shooting back to back 3s, s.h.o.w.i.n.g the fuck out. The coach had to sit him down to simmer him down. The whole time he was just looking at me, and I couldn't look away for long. We won that game.

The next game was alumni night and your girl was going through it. A couple days of carpal tunnel and I've never been so excited to arrive anywhere late. I wore this bright red, long sleeve top and yep. After the last game, I was a star on campus and the whole gym was All eyes. 11 played with me, staring, doing tricks with the ball and at one point, his teammate was talking to him while he was looking at me. He ignored him, so his teammate threw the ball at him and hit him in the head, I gasped. 11 didn't budge, he just kept staring at me. Cute. How do I put how he made me feel into words? Imagine the energy of an entire basketball stadium of people looking at him...looking at me. I was gone.

To It.

I never asked 11 how he got my room number, shit I didn't care. Freshly showered, freshly carpaled tunneled and knocked for the night, I got a knock on my door. I shuffled to my peep hole and woke up fast, then froze for what felt like forever. I had to be dreaming. I opened the door, "Hey 11." Hey. "Whats up?" He told me that he had seen me at the game earlier and wanted to say hi. "Hi," I asked if he wanted to come in? Lol, if he wanted to come in. He stood on one side of the room and I was on the other. I told him that he had played great tonight. "Thanks." He told me that he couldn't stop looking at me. "Thanks." I told him that his energy really excites me. "Thanks." He told me he thinks about me all the time. "Thanks." I looked down and this man choked me from across the room. A few mins later, literally. He gave me a hand, and I gave him one back. I gave him a taste and he gave me one back. I gave him a tip and he gave me one back plus about 8 or 9...

Okay okay, To It did not happen, I guess I could write it better myself lol. But that night, the way I was feeling, if that man had found his way to my door, he for sure would've gotten his brains fucked out. But I digress.

Thursday my friend and potential real estate mentor scheduled for me to attend the inspection of a home his client had just purchased. On my way to the wrong address, 11 contacted me back and the day got better. The home inspection was interesting and it was great to see my friend from a new perspective. We later went to his office and he introduced me to his team. They were all super welcoming and willing to share their resources with me. They gave me a lot of suggestions to help me pass the national portion of my test.

Friday, I ran some errands before grabbing a bite at the caf. I decided to sit out for dinner and heard someone call me. I turned around and saw my favorite tennis player, dressed up and looking extra happy. We hugged as I told her how good she looked. I asked where she was going and she said the orchestra. I said fun. In the middle of our conversation, someone came out of the caf and called for her. We both turned around and... The Boss. I literally... no not literally... no yeah literally, died for a moment. I looked back at her and quickly put 2 and 2 together. That moment took a year off my life. She and I wrapped up and she happily went on her way with him. I swiffered under my bed before remembering that I could choose be happy for my friend, I guess.

Saturday, My mentor scheduled for me to attend his open house. I stopped for breakfast first and saw my favorite tennis player as I was leaving. Friday put a fire under my ass and I needed the tea piping, straight from the pot. We walked back together and I asked how the orchestra was? She said she had a great time. I asked oh and how was her date with The Boss? She told me that she had actually gone with some other people and that he had stopped her to talk about missing a call regarding her wanting to establish a club. Whew. I joked that he was so damn bossy, the way he had come out to seemingly "get her," like she was his woman and he was her damn daddy. She was excited at the idea, laughed and blushed. I ran around dramatically and giggled while demonstrating how fast I would have run to him if he had come and gotten me that way. I made whining sounds and exclaimed that shit, I need a daddy. Me, her and a passing by soccer player all died laughing. We sat out and girl talked a while. Later, my mentor picked me up and we were off. I soon got a message from 11 saying that tbh, no he wasn't, in response to something he clearly took the wrong way. I tried to clean it up, but he didn't respond.

Sunday, I rebooked my haircut with Spotlight through his IG. I noticed The Boss's account was reactivated and after revisiting my earlier feelings, I messaged him. He messaged me back...