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Hi, I'm a Tennessee child, indefinitely living outside the U.S. of A. More of an immigrant than an expat. I hope some of my poetry …
27/F/the edge of the earth
1 Corinthians 13:12 INFJ art nouveau and enigmas
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Latiaaa Jan 2014
How we started to date again
Latiaaa
Jan 2014
It was a typical Thursday and our next class was bio. Ms. Duran (our teacher) gave everyone an assignment to do; she said we can do it in groups. I was talking to my friend Lea when all of a sudden RJ calls me. I turn around and respond by “what?” he makes the hand gestures of me and him being in groups together. I was like “ok.” Then that’s when Ms. Duran says we can only be in a group full of 3. So I and RJ put my Andrew (my best friend) in the group. We get in the groups and wait for instructions. While waiting me, RJ, and Andrew talk. RJ brings up the time me and him went to the mall (our first date). We goof off with each other and he holds my hand. He says “we should do that again.” When it’s time to work, Andrew gets the computer. I and RJ are waiting. While waiting RJ says, “You know I was you out again right?” little o’l me didn’t know that. He says “So you wana go back out again?” and of course I say “yes.” Andrew comes back with the computer and starts working. Yes of course me and RJ are holding hands and doing cute stuff. Then Andrew asks me if I and RJ are going back out. We said “Andrew where were you at the time? Lol” RJ: “He was getting the computer remember? He didn’t see it lol.” And so yea we tell him that we’re dating. My friend Diana comes to chill with us while we’re working. I and RJ were sitting on the desks while Andrew was on the computer. The whole time I and RJ are holding hands and she doesn’t even know. RJ asks Diana what’s the date, she replies “The 6th.” The purple pen that RJ took from me, he writes our date (6-6-13) on my and his hand while we’re holding hands. After like 5 minutes passes Diana finally asks “Are you two dating again?” I and RJ look at each other like “Oh wow Diana.” RJ replies, “You didn’t see us holding hands? The date on our hands?” She wasn’t paying attention. We were very obvious. Then the table in front of us was Pattie, Odayls, Aareano, and Justin. Pattie with her annoying self asks if we’re dating, “Yes” we reply. She was trying to make fun of us as usual. We get back to our work. After being cute and not working, times up. That’s when we all talk and my big mouth slips. I accidently tell RJ that my friend is dating his friend. RJ goes spastic and starts laughing and stuff. He didn’t know because his friend didn’t tell him. After that he calms down. He couldn’t believe my friend was dating his friend. Later, Ms. Duran wanted us to put our computers away. She sees RJ not doing anything so she puts him in charge of bringin the computers back to the owner. Everyone starts to pack up and go. He comes back. After that he walks me to my next class (Algebra). We head out the door and RJ sees his friend that’s dating my friend, he says “we have A LOT to talk about my friend” I leave them to talk. Then that’s when RJ calls my name, I stop walking. He says “You didn’t wait for me” I was like, “Yes I was” RJ: “Yea that’s waiting, ok.” We hold hands walking down to my next class. I finally get to my class and go in my locker to get my calculator. Then RJ has to leave, so we hug, he kisses me, then leaves to his class. After this day all the rest of the days were the best. Later and later people knew we were dating, even the teachers. People think it’s cute. Ever since that day, I never regretted anything. This wasn’t our first time dating but I think it’s better than last time (maybe lol). From 4-1-13 to 6-6-13 (:
Latiaaa Mar 2014
Jimmy's Burgers
Latiaaa
Mar 2014
It was the midsummer of the 50’s and my girls and I went out for a bite. Jimmy’s Burgers was a block away and boy were we hungry! We could eat a cow for all we know. Jimmy’s jukebox can play music day in and day out.
My girls and I parked our blue Thunderbird Convertible, and hopped on in Jimmy’s. That place is always filled with younglings like us. You can smell the fresh potato cut fries fryin’ up in the greasers. The burgers are always my fave! I would beg to just get a bite out of those succulent, juicy ground babies.
Everyone in this joint always seems to be dancing their little feet off, the girls with their casual oxfords and pastel loose skirts; the guys wearing leather, pompadours, and their high-wasted pants. I love to crank that jukebox with only my quarters and dimes I have left in my purse. The girls and I sat on down in one of the red booths. A young waiter came over with bottles of coke with his pen and paper.
“May I take ya’ll lovely ladies’ order?” He was chewing on that mint gum.
Boy was he handsome! That sweet southern twine had me going bonkers. He looked all fancy in his all white uniform; his apron had ice cream stains and fry grease. His sandy brown hair was cascading behind his ears. I loved his paper hat too. His big brown eyes were looking into mine as he was getting our orders. I couldn’t help but stare back. He gave us our cokes and gave me a little wink behind his thick black glasses. I really didn’t care bout’ those pimples, his face made a girl melt like Texas asphalt on a hot beach afternoon!
I made myself look sweeter than a peach. I fluffed my hair and fancied my outfit, hoping for that rascal to come on back. The jukebox was still kicking tunes in the back, that’s when the cute waiter came back. His tall, slender, perfect body walked on over and sat our tray of burgers down. My face was red hot like the time I first took a bite out of a chili pepper. The waiter got close to my ear and whispered,
“You wouldn’t mind if I take your sweet self on the dance floor for a second would you?”
Wasn’t that boy supposed to be working? I didn’t care. That rascal waiter grabbed my hand and swung my little waist on the dance floor. We twist, kicked, and shimmied. I was having the time of my life! I didn’t know my girls were staring at me, cheering on. Too bad the cutie had to go back to work. I walked over and sat back in the booth.
My girls were giving me the, you’re his sugar girl look. Not my fault he was sweeter than maple syrup!
The girls and I were finished at Jimmy’s Burgers, so we started to head out. Before I even opened the door, that waiter grabbed me by the waist and said,
“Hey sweet thing, leaving too soon? I didn’t catch your name?”
I looked into those eyes again; I felt my heart skip a beat like the jukebox when there’s a bug in it. His southern twine again,
“My name’s Robert James, but you can call me RJ.”
He kissed my hand and gave me that wink again. I gave him a smile and went outside. My face was peachy like a baby’s bottom! I didn’t even tell him my name, dog-gon shame. From now on, I’m hittin’ Jimmy’s Burgers just so I can see that waiter.
My girls and I parked our blue Thunderbird Convertible, and hopped on in Jimmy’s. That place is always filled with younglings like us. You can smell the fresh potato cut fries fryin’ up in the greasers. The burgers are always my fave! I would beg to just get a bite out of those succulent, juicy ground babies.
Everyone in this joint always seems to be dancing their little feet off, the girls with their casual oxfords and pastel loose skirts; the guys wearing leather, pompadours, and their high-wasted pants. I love to crank that jukebox with only my quarters and dimes I have left in my purse. The girls and I sat on down in one of the red booths. A young waiter came over with bottles of coke with his pen and paper.
“May I take ya’ll lovely ladies’ order?” He was chewing on that mint gum.
Boy was he handsome! That sweet southern twine had me going bonkers. He looked all fancy in his all white uniform; his apron had ice cream stains and fry grease. His sandy brown hair was cascading behind his ears. I loved his paper hat too. His big brown eyes were looking into mine as he was getting our orders. I couldn’t help but stare back. He gave us our cokes and gave me a little wink behind his thick black glasses. I really didn’t care bout’ those pimples, his face made a girl melt like Texas asphalt on a hot beach afternoon!
I made myself look sweeter than a peach. I fluffed my hair and fancied my outfit, hoping for that rascal to come on back. The jukebox was still kicking tunes in the back, that’s when the cute waiter came back. His tall, slender, perfect body walked on over and sat our tray of burgers down. My face was red hot like the time I first took a bite out of a chili pepper. The waiter got close to my ear and whispered,
“You wouldn’t mind if I take your sweet self on the dance floor for a second would you?”
Wasn’t that boy supposed to be working? I didn’t care. That rascal waiter grabbed my hand and swung my little waist on the dance floor. We twist, kicked, and shimmied. I was having the time of my life! I didn’t know my girls were staring at me, cheering on. Too bad the cutie had to go back to work. I walked over and sat back in the booth.
My girls were giving me the, you’re his sugar girl look. Not my fault he was sweeter than maple syrup!
The girls and I were finished at Jimmy’s Burgers, so we started to head out. Before I even opened the door, that waiter grabbed me by the waist and said,
“Hey sweet thing, leaving too soon? I didn’t catch your name?”
I looked into those eyes again; I felt my heart skip a beat like the jukebox when there’s a bug in it. His southern twine again,
“My name’s Robert James, but you can call me RJ.”
He kissed my hand and gave me that wink again. I gave him a smile and went outside. My face was peachy like a baby’s bottom! I didn’t even tell him my name, dog-gon shame. From now on, I’m hittin’ Jimmy’s Burgers just so I can see that waiter.
I'm obsessed with the 50's era lol. Had to write this <3