Sweet Music Man

December 2012

“I...uhm, I...I...I am renting a two bedroom apartment near downtown LA. My mom lives with me, She is sickly and I help take care of her. Whew!” 

Me: THAT’S IT?

“Yes.”

Me: So why did you seem so nervous to tell me that?

“Because I don’t know what would be a deal breaker to you.”

Me: So who takes care of your mom when you’re at work?

“My sister.”

Me: Where does she live?

“She has her own place.”

Me: Does she have a job?

“No, she’s disabled, my sister has a lot of issues, some psychological. But she’s very smart. She has masters in Psychology. I only have a four year degree in Business Administration.”

I felt there was more to the story than he was telling me, but I didn’t want to be too forward, especially considering I wasn’t ready to tell him the story of my life. We changed subject, soon thereafter, he went to sleep because he “ate too much” (sounds familiar, hint Perry), his sister had cooked. It was around ten pm, and his sister had made him dinner. That late? What time does she get to go home? Is this a sister, sister or like a wife sister? Girlfriend sister? Time will tell. I hoped.

The following day, he sent me a nice ecard, written: You’re special, Hello Brook, I just want to say, I miss you, I want to spend time with you, talk to you soon. It had a song playing in the background too, really cute. My heart smiled. He called that afternoon after work, and dinner prepared by his sister. He asked how I liked the card and told me he is very romantic, he promised to do more romantic things for me. I hoped they didn’t include more free eCards. I mean I have lots of space on my PC but it can only hold so much free “romantic” stuff. He serenaded me that night with some so long song I had never heard before. It was time for him to go to sleep, so he cleared his throat and asked if I was ready. I was like yeah sure? What for? He cleared it again and sang me a song, after which he went, “how bout that huh? What do you think about that? Impressive huh? A White boy with soul!” There was nothing left for me to say, he had covered it all up! I had a huge smile on my fave from having yet another guy serenade me with song, but when he started complimenting himself (read: his own self), the smile turned into a very confused look. I agreed with him out of politeness, plus it’s the end of a call, you don’t want to end it on a weird note. He obviously didn’t mind, or didn’t see anything weird about that.

I told my sisters about him, we all thought he was a catch, he’s cute, he can sing “has soul”, we wanted to get to know him better. His birthday was that weekend, December  the 9^th. Any Sagittarians in the house? Haha, just kidding.

We talked all day every day for a while. We got to know each other, I also got to know that he liked to be called Daddy. Question: do all men like to be called daddy? I know the ones I end up with like that.

He wanted to see me. We agreed on spending Christmas together. He had problems with his car, so couldn’t come earlier. He was going to pick me up and take me to LA. I was excited. I wanted to see if there was real potential of a relationship or not, going to his place was going to answer a whole lot of questions for me. Especially that sister question.

I noticed that the sister was making dinner every night. Every time we talked at night after work, he had just had dinner, which his sister had made. She made fancy food too. I felt intimidated, I had to google some of the stuff he told me she made.

“You never told me who you live with?” he asked........ Crap!