Wi$e-Guy Money Roll, originally uploaded by Gnerk.
In the midst of my new explorative relationship with Mr. Anytime, I met various characters along the way. There was one guy, Mr. Economical, who decided for our first date we’d go to a fun center in Alpharetta. We stopped at the gas station on Buford Hwy for him to put $2.00 worth of gas in his car. Yes, $2.00! Now even if this was 1998, and gas was $1.00 a gallon- 1) we were not going to make it from Buford Hwy to Alpharetta on two gallons and 2.
If he had gas what was the point of a $2.00 gas stop? Was that considered him topping off at the pump? I was texting my friends to let them know, I might possibly need a ride home, so don’t get too settled in their homes. We made our way to Marietta which was his idea, and discovered you need a power card to play there games. I have to assume that since he drove straight to the place with no printed directions and no obvious GPS devices, that he’d been before. He opened his wallet and inserted a $5.00 bill into the machine. He closed his wallet and we started to look for games.
I was giggling on the inside, wondering if, no… wholeheartedly knowing I was being punk’d. Because there is no way that we drove across town to spend $5.00 on ski ball. The entertainment facility housed a movie theater as well, and not to date, this experience, or trigger “his” memory if he is reading- I won’t disclose the movie we saw. But I quickly pulled out my wallet when he hesitantly pulled out his. I know your probably thinking did I weigh the possibility that he didn’t want to be with me.
Maybe something I said in the car turned him off? But, how do you explain the gas? Needless to say, we didn’t go out again. It wasn’t because of the $2.00 gas, or the $5.00 game card. It was because he failed to communicate with me. He should have said, “I would really enjoy your company ASAP, but I am really trying to watch my spending. Would you like to go to the park, and talk? Do you want to meet for ice cream?” But he didn’t. And for anyone who knows me knows that it’s not about what’s in your account. It is about what is in your head and your heart. I knew then that I needed a man who would inspire me when I couldn’t inspire myself. Someone to have my back, and I would have theirs.
A man who knew that if he didn’t create his own dream, he’d always life in someone else’s. A man who would express himself like, real men do. When I joined Mr. Benz in his ride, before I let my right foot leave the ground I leaned over to check his gas hand. A full tank, thank God. I closed the door on the last experience and we were off…
