We met a few years ago at the farmers’ market. He walked up to me, introduced himself, and looked me up and down. He’s Jamaican and from NYC. He speaks fluent Spanish, loves reggae, R&B, and soca. We went out a couple of times, but he also shared how he is a homebody and doesn’t like to go out much. In my mind, that was not feasible, but we remained cool. We were chatting about bedding one day, so I ordered the sheets for him and a comforter, and he paid for them and my order too. He’s not big on relationships, but he would share that he was attracted to me and would love to take it to the next level. I was not interested in a situationship, so I went on with my life.

A year passed, and he called me out of the blue, “Glitter! Where have you been? You are the best person I have met since I have been in Atlanta, and I miss hanging out.” I told him that I wasn’t interested in a situationship, so I moved on with my life. He explained that he understood, and he would love to be my friend. I only shop at the farmers market, and I love natural remedies, so he makes me sorrel and an aloe drink, and prepares fresh coconut water for me weekly. I go over, and we will listen to reggae, salsa dance, laugh, watch telenovelas, and chat. I am only there for about an hour, then I go on with my day.

I had not been over in a while because I was hurt. He called me, fussing about not seeing me, and told me to come get my drinks. I go over to watch him make the drinks, and he tries to feed me soup and other Jamaican dishes. Haha, he was so happy to see me and to prepare those drinks for me, and he said if I ever need anything to let him know. We sat on the couch and chatted about my recovery and how happy I am to be back in heels. He walked me to my car and told me to let him know when I change my mind, and I am ready to be mixed with Jamaican. 🙄

Until next time!

What’s next starts now!