One of my dearest friends has had three great loves. One of them happens to be the city of Charlotte. When she attending college in the Queen City, she fell in love with the place. Bigger than her hometown, but small enough where she wouldn’t get lost. So, after graduating in the 1990s, she wanted to stay. Unfortunately, she didn’t find a job in her field — in Charlotte. She found a job in Georgia.
Always up for adventure, she left Charlotte. But four years later, she was back. No longer a college co-ed and over the age of 21, she was ready to see what grown up Charlotte was all about.
A year after moving back to Charlotte, she met her first “grown up” boyfriend. We’ll call him Sebastian. I love the way she tells me how they met.
“I was walking down the sidewalk in South End, searching for a Diet Coke. Then out of no where this black Ford Explorer blocks my path. My first thought was this motherfucker is trying to kill me. Then he leans out of the driver’s side window — chomping on a Rice Krispy Treat — talking about, I wasn’t trying to hit you, but I wanted to stop you.”
How. Romantic.
“Any way. I thought his passenger was cute. A lot cuter than Sebastian. But he didn’t say a word and Sebastian was like, I want to give you my number and I hope you will call me sometime. He handed me a business card, which in the early 2000s was the Charlotte thing to do. For some reason, if you didn’t have a business card, people thought you were nothing or at least lying about your employment. After all, Charlotte is a bank town.”
Any time someone says Charlotte is a banking town, this images and these lyrics pop into my head:
Baby, nothing come 4 free now If u want 2 be with me now What’s it gonna be now? Is it love or is it money? Tell me, tell me what’s your name? What’s your claim 2 fame? U see, I don’t like silly games Is it love or is it money? Tell me what’s on your mind? Are we just makin’ time? Will our spirits rhyme? Is it love or is it money?
Anyway, back to the story.
“So, I decided that I wasn’t going to call him. I was feeling kind of bitter when it came to men. They all had the same story and I was sure that Sebastian would be the same way.”
And what was that story?
“It was like a bad TV script: I just got out of a relationship. I’m not looking for anything serious. I just want to be friends — friends who fuck.”
Ain’t nothing changed.
But she did call him. Because another friend, who we’ll call the Love Fairy, said she should give him a chance and what would a phone call hurt? Two days later, she took LF’s advice and called.
“And I was right. He and his baby mama had just broken up. He wasn’t trying to get serious right now, but he couldn’t stop thinking about my ass in those pink pants. We dated. We watched movies. And finally in July, we had sex. He had a huge dick and knew how to use it. Unfortunately, he was a bigger dick than the one between his legs. After we had sex, he thought that he was in control over what I did. I don’t tap dance for a man. And I was not going to tap dance for a fool who couldn’t keep his promises. I knew we had to break up when I got into an argument with him while driving down Central Avenue and my face turned red. No orgasm is worth that.”
There have been other relationships. Other men in her life. But she’s the first one to tell you that she hasn’t found love.
“Maybe I should stop confusing my clitoris with my heart. Then I might find love.”
So? You still believe in love?
“I sure do. Love is everything. Isn’t that what the romance novels say?”