Superman in His Own Mind
I was 19 and very stupid. I had met a man named Damian who seemed a little rough around the edges, but who was I to judge as I was a little crazy myself. We decided to meet up Downtown in front of his apartment and then walk to dinner and a movie. He had been sweet talking me for sometime so I really thought I was in for a treat. First thing we did was go upstairs to grab something he forgot. He introduced me to his mom saying I was his girl. Awkward. Keep in mind this is the first 10 min of our first date. Half a block later he stops at the liquor store and comes out with three 40 ounces, one for me two for him. He proceeds to sit down on the curb and chugs away I ask him about his job, but he avoids the question. He says he is out of work and alludes to the fact that he sells a little pot on the streets. By now he is done with the first forty and looks slightly shitfaced but I’m thinking he can’t be drunk as he was a big guy six foot just shy of 200 pounds.
Once we get Downtown he leads me into the nearest Taco Bell, saying we don’t have much time before the movie. I’m thinking, wow this sure is ghetto, but I’m no snob so I go with the flow hoping to salvage my horrible night once we get to the movie. The moment we walk in the door it is like a gang member family reunion. He’s giving shout outs at the top of his lungs left and right: “WHAT UP NAY NAY,” “WHAT YOU DOING DANTE?” All of this while grabbing my booty like a trophy for all of his homies to see. He also decides that I should pay for my own food. We go to see Superman. Before the lights dim he is acting very flirty and I was very physically attracted to him since we had met so I flirt back. Anyway as soon as the lights dim he puts my hand on his crotch and tries to kiss me and I just push him away over and over. The movie does not even need a script or sound for that matter because Damian is busy providing the soundtrack to every moment as loud as he can even though we are in a packed theater.
I notice every time he tries to make a move on me he shuts up so I start kissing him to stifle the noise. Soon that is not enough and he somehow is managing to narrate while kissing. The next time he tries to put my hand on his crotch I think to myself I would do anything to shut this asshole up so I stroke his inner thigh. It shuts him up for a few minutes but it also must have made him feel like the man so the next time he opens his mouth it is louder. I tell him I am not into the movie and we leave. As soon as we are outside I tell him that first impressions are called that because you only get one and he ruined his. He begs to walk me home and it is late so I say yes. We start walking down the street and he sees some people that he knows. I am on a mission to get home so I keep walking. He calls down the street for me to wait. I wait and watch to discover he is making a drug deal.
I shout to him that he just sealed the deal and I don’t want to see him again. I start walking fast, he catches up to me and pleads with me not to go. He grabs my arm and I pull it away. I am a slender bi-racial girl who looks more white than black and he is a six foot tall black dude. The cops are racist in my city and would never stand for arm pulling between a white woman and a black man so two cop cars appear out of nowhere to “save” me. I tell them to mind their own business and say I’m ok. After that he follows me home and won’t leave. He starts crying so I tell him we can talk on the porch I explain to him how badly he has just messed things up and the night ends with him crying with his head on my lap.
I know I wouldn’t make these kind of mistakes now.
