Mister Mister

So, let's finish up Mr. Motorcycle because I really want to tell you about my trip to MainGay's house this past weekend.

Facebook: I love it. I hate it. I love reconnecting with old friends. I hate reading Freakin' Stephanie from high school's status updates that detail her whole day: "Today I weeded the garden. Then I made homemade scones and ironed the creases out of my aprons and doilies. I then completed my daily needlework - an enormous "Footprints" masterpiece done in pastel threads. I made sure the kids ate their veggies so they'd be regular, and I rubbed my husband's feet after dinner. Shortly before bed I checked my face for wrinkles. I still don't have any."

Anyway, after I clicked "accept" to BNB and Motorcycle - I waited. I was fairly certain they would both either send a private message or use the chat feature to communicate. Here were my predictions:

1. BNB would be respectable and sweet. He would also detail all his accomplishments since high school.
2. Motorcycle would hit on me.

I looked at their profiles. BNB was adorable - nerdy and a little goofy. His arm is around a guy in his profile pic. I wondered if he was gay - which is cool; the gays love me. Then I checked out Motorcycle's profile. Forgive me - but he is CUTE. I assumed he would be, but I wasn't prepared for the pic. Supertall, blond, blue eyes, amazing arms (good arms are my weakness), and (usually not my thing) tattoos, and that shit-eating grin. And he was riding a motorcycle. I don't know anything about bikes (which I'm sure is no surprise to anyone), but even I could tell it was a good one.

Both guys wrote on my wall. BNB wrote, "Ms. A, so good to find you! I hope you've been well." Motorcycle wrote, "Ms. A!!!! Whassup?" Then...the chat box opened. BNB first. Here are a few of the things he said:

BNB: "Wow - how have you been? Been looking at your pics. Your kids are so cute! Are you still teaching?"
BNB: "I thought about you every time I had to write a paper. You really were my favorite teacher."
BNB: "I'm doing well - graduated Valedictorian, then it was off to college and law school."
BNB: "If you're ever this way, please let me know. I always told you I'd take you to lunch again one day. There are several of us who live in the same town - we'll get a group together and go."

BNB was exactly as I expected him to be - sweet. And now for Motorcycle. So glad I saved this conversation:

Motorcycle: "Ms A! Whatcha been up to? I ain't (yes, he did) seen you in years!"
Me: "Nice to hear from you, Motorcycle. I'm doing well. You?"
Motorcycle: "I'm cool. Now don't get pissed. Didn't do college. You know school wasn't never (yes, he did) my thang (again, yes he did - apparently, my English lessons didn't stick)."
Me: "So, what are you doing?"
Motorcycle: "I got a shop. Build and repair bikes. Love it. Doing pretty damn good."
Me: "Sounds interesting."
Motorcycle: "It is. You still teach?"
Me: "Yes"
Motorcycle: "You was always my favorite."
Me: "Really? Did I manage to teach you anything?"
Motorcycle: "Now you know I always went to your class. Not the others but I wouldn't miss yours."
Me: "True. You were there."
Motorcycle: "I learned!"
Me: "Well, I'm glad."
Motorcycle: "Damn...you're still fine as shit."
Me: "I'm not sure that's a compliment. Shit isn't that attractive."
Motorcycle: "LOL you know it's a compliment. You're hotter now than you were back then and you were fine as hell then. There wasn't one day I didn't get a boner in your class."
Me: "Uh...I did NOT need to know that."
Motorcycle: "It's true. Never stopped thinking bout you neither. I got an idea. Go out with me."
Me: "WHAT?"
Motorcycle: "Go out with me. We're all adults now."
Me: "Uh...I don't think I could do that."
Motorcycle: "Why? Age? I'm 25. That's a grown ass man. Don't tell me you don't date younger guys."
(side note: Shit, Birdman was 24, and I almost married him.)
Me: "It is a pretty big age difference, but besides that - I was your teacher! That's a little too strange for me."
Motorcycle: "Why? Who the hell cares? It wouldn't be like that. I'm not taking you to a fucking alumni picnic. Just two adults going out. Happens every day. You're just Annabelly, not my teacher."
Me: "Really? You could see me as just a woman - not as your former teacher?"
Motorcycle: "Yes"
Me: "Liar."
Motorcycle: "LOL...well, maybe not. I aint gonna lie - the teacher part is hot as fuck. Dammit - I gotta go. Ima (lovely, huh?) be on here later. Just think about it."

More to follow...................................

Peace to my peeps,
Annabelly