Thursday, October 20, 2011 by PointOfLu | No Comments | Category: Entertainment, Relationships, Sex Love Money
Everything had to be perfect.
I used a fork to check the boiling spaghetti and make sure that it wasn’t being overcooked. She preferred for her pasta to be cooked al dente. I tasted the simmering meat sauce, which I flavored with diced onions, garlic, cloves, and cayenne pepper. The flavoring tickled my tongue.
I started to spread butter, garlic, salt and pepper onto sliced pieces of french bread for the homemade garlic bread.
I tasted the Kool-Aid. Her favorite flavor was Strawberry-Kiwi mixed with Cherry- so sweet that all you can taste is the sugar, served freezing cold. I placed the pitcher inside of the freezer to ensure it’s chill.
The food was almost ready, and her time of arrival was near. Everything was going too smooth to be true.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door that made me almost drop the garlic bread as I placed it into the oven. My heart immediately dropped to my shoe soles. I checked the time.
She was early.
I walked over to the door, unlocked it, and opened it with a smile.
“Hey, man. You want to help me out with this stuff?” Ralph, one of my three roommates, trudged into the apartment loaded down with dozens of grocery bags, and a backpack.
Ralph wasn’t the ordinary roommate. He was a forty year old man. Single. No kids. Still a student. According to him- the longer you stayed in school, the longer you could push off your student loans.
To each his own.
I found his ad on Craigslist six months ago when my best friend and other roommate, Jonathan, were scrambling to find an apartment. He caught our interest because the location was convenient, and the price was unbelievable.
The catch was Ralph himself.
He was messy. He was a coke head. He knew the answer, and question to everything. And he would literally hold you hostage to talk to you for hours about nothing. Socially awkward, it was always an embarrassment to bring friends around him.
It was much worse when I had to bring Angela around.
Ralph was the exact opposite of who I expected to be at the door, and it was a struggle to keep the disappointment from spreading across my face.
His timing couldn’t have been more perfect.
I grabbed a couple of bags that he left on the floor outside of the apartment, and brought them into the kitchen.
“What are you cooking up?” Ralph asked as I placed the grocery bags onto the counter.
I didn’t have a problem with Ralph being present, but he had a habit of talking way too much and I really didn’t have time for that.
“I’m making spaghetti.” I began to help him put his things away. I was willing to do whatever it took to remove him from the area quickly. “I’m making Angela a romantic, candlelit dinner.”
I looked at the time on the microwave.
“Oh, nice.” Ralph placed a jar of pickles into the refrigerator. I fucking hated pickles. “What time will you guys be starting?”
“In ten minutes.” I threw away the plastic grocery bags, and tried to figure out the best way to tell him to stay away. “Would you mind if we took over the living room for about an hour?”
“Of course not, man.” Ralph walked toward his room. “I was planning to go shoot some pool anyway, so you can have the place.”
Breathing deeply to regain my composure, I got up from the kitchen floor and leaned on the counter. Rachel had just given me my second workout of the day.
I’d have to shower again.
“I really don’t understand. What made you come over here to do this?” I asked.
“You want an honest answer?”
“Honesty is the best policy.”
She remained sitting on the kitchen floor- still naked, with her legs folded up and held by her arms.
“Honestly, I just had that feeling.” She stood up and walked toward me. “And when that feeling becomes unbearable, wouldn’t you’d rather extinguish it with a person that you’ve already been with- rather than carelessly adding to your numbers? Especially if it’s good…”
“Oh, so I’m just your emergency dick in the glass, huh?” I was far from offended. “You’re using words like extinguish and shit.”
I was dumbfounded. I’d never met a woman who’d given me a call just to have sex with me! Even when that was their plan, women usually found ways to get it done without blatantly stating their wants.
When a lady offers to come over and bake cookies at 10pm, you already know what she really means.
In a way, Rachel did the same thing. She found a way into my apartment after handing over an excuse about finding something that she left behind.
I guess that excuse was justifiable.
“No, not at all.” Rachel started to kiss my chest. “As good as it is, I may utilize you for the slightest flame- as well as the large, engulfing ones.”
For the first time in a long time, I was at a loss of words. This woman just wore me out- from the living room, to my bedroom to the kitchen. She sucked me, fucked me, rode me and took what she wanted- all while giving me what I wanted, and extra. It turned me on more than any woman had done in some time.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” I grabbed her hair and pulled her face back toward mine.
“Hmm…I definitely did.” Rachel slowly started to squat. “But you can never have enough.”
I took a deep breath as she took me into her hands, and placed me inside of her warm, wet mouth.
I could get used to this.
“May I have another glass of iced tea, please?” The woman asked as she handed me her empty glass. “Half and half. And another cup of ice.”
These guys were my only current table, but they were keeping me busy enough for three. The family’s dinner consisted of glasses of iced tea, cups of ice and bowls of chips.
I grabbed her glasses, and forced a smile upon my face for the sake of my tip.
It didn’t even seem as if I would reach six dollars this time around.
“Sure. Could I grab you guys anything else?”
“I want another Coke!” The little boy from the bathroom blurted out, as if his request was most important.
“No. Not before dinner.” His father interjected.
I wish he would’ve spoke up earlier when I was rushing back and forth to refill his previous four glasses of Coke. The child was gulping each one down as if his health depended on it.
“May we have more chips as well?” The mother inquired.
“Of course you can.” I picked up their empty bowl. This would be their third serving.
I made my way back to the chaos of a kitchen, regret at the top of my pile of raging emotions.
I filled a new glass with ice, and filled it with unsweet and sweetened tea before I remembered that she requested no ice. Rolling my eyes, I dumped the drink in the sink and began again.
Fuck this job, I thought. Fuck this family and their complicated, yet simple orders. Fuck their child. The manager. Fuck the staff. Fuck the food. Fuck the restaurant. Fuck it all. I couldn’t wait to clock out.
“Corner!” Selena, one of Blue Agave’s oldest waitresses, sung as she rounded a corner with her hands full of dirty plates. Seemingly always in a good mood, Selena was either singing or telling corny jokes that nobody understood.
A polite smile was always my response.
How could she be so happy and content with taking orders and cleaning up after people? Did she have no standards?
“They sat her in my section!” Jared, a flamboyantly gay older man walked into the kitchen with a plate of uneaten food. Grabbing a to-go box, he continued with his complaints about a co-worker that he had to wait on. “Now, the hosts know we don’t get along!”
“Nobody gets along with that hoe!” Another waitress called out. “Except the servers she fucks!”
“I just know that hoe better leave a tip. Shit, she’s already paying 50%.”
“I don’t give a damn who’s a hoe! There’s hot food here that needs to be run!” John’s bellow pierced the air, and my fellow employees scattered like roaches.
I usually stayed out of John’s way as he circled the restaurant like a shark plotting on his prey, blurting out orders. This time, I was left to face him alone.
John shoved a plate of food into my right hand, forcing me to reposition and balance the bowl of chips, glass of iced tea and cup of ice in my left hand. I knew that I didn’t have a grasp on everything, but I wanted to get away before he began to grumble about something new.
I scurried away, heading for the door.
Just as I was about to exit, Selena entered the same door with a plate full of empty dishes.
The collision was already over before it could be stopped.
A scream escaped Selena’s lips, and leaves of lettuce, strips of grilled chicken, mango vinaigrette and avocado slices leaped from the plate in my hand and landed in their desired places like some sort of culinary kamikaze jumpers that refused to be eaten.
A glass dropped and tea ejected from it like some sort of liquid cannon. Gasps escaped from surrounding guests, some leaping out of the way to avoid being hit by the flying foods.
You could now add embarrassment to that ever-growing pile of emotions.
“Wrong door.” Selena chuckled, content with her joke.
This was Vanessa’s tenth time calling me.
Reluctantly, I picked up.
“It’s not over.”
“I don’t have time for this.”
“What the fuck do you mean you don’t have time?” She barked into the phone. Her tone startled me. “You can’t have a single conversation with me? What’s the problem?”
“I’m not putting myself into that situation anymore. I don’t understand why you can’t just accept the conclusion. I’ve given you everything I owed you!”
“You didn’t give me shit.”
“The money is at the spot, Vanessa. I’m sure your goons have already made the pick up and are on their way back to you.”
There was silence on the other end of the line. After dealing with her for years, I had her figured out.
That’s the exact reason why I made the drop earlier than expected. I didn’t want to risk bumping into her soldiers. I couldn’t risk an altercation.
I was leaving that lifestyle behind me as a whole.
“I don’t want any fucking money!” Vanessa lost control. “Don’t you realize that this isn’t about money? I spent a year busting my ass to make sure that you were good once you were free. I took risks. I made sacrifices. I spent time, Ryan. I don’t give a fuck about money! I have money! You took something I can never get back. You wasted my time.”
“I didn’t ask you for anything. Everything you’ve given me was voluntarily. I don’t owe you shit. However, I’m voluntarily giving you back what you gave me. You’re even. We’re even. You’re making this more than what it is. I’m hanging up.”
“Don’t you fucking do something you regret, Ryan.”
“Take your own advice for once.” I hung up the phone, turned the car off and finished texting Antoine.
I’d arrived at the party.
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