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Tall, Dark and Handsome


Woman Leaning Against Low Rider --- Image by © Sonja Pacho/Corbis

This post is dedicated to Quincy. I miss you so much sweetie. I can’t remember what age we were when Quincy got killed maybe it was 10th grade I would have to ask somebody. I used to love staring at Quincy, he excited me, Quincy knew how to make you feel good about yourself. He would say, ” Hey Lady!” whenever he greeted me. When Quincy spoke to you he spoke to your heart your spirit. Have you ever been kissed all over you face? That’s how he made you feel, soothed, safe, disarmed, calm and relaxed.

He had a remarkable sensuality where he would make you feel pretty, he would arouse you to be soft and light and growing up in the hood there were not many times where you could be feminine, you had to be hard just to stay alive. But those moments with Quincy made you feel alive, magnetic. When he complemented you it was from a genuine place you never felt like he was coming on to you. If he lived long enough I think he would have been attracted to older women because he was way too mature and wise for his age.

Thinking of the excitement Quincy inspirited in me reminds me of the day I first met and saw Indigo. Omg, he was black and he had the most beautiful teeth. I was literally yelling with excitement, ” You are so cute! you are so black!” At first he was looking at me like I was crazy because I was excited as a kid who is the one to hit and bust open the pinata at a party, you know how the kids scream and clamor wildly to get the candy, well that’s how excited I was.

I must have lost my mind with exhiliration because I touched his face with both of my hands, looking back I had completely violated the boy, did I ask him if it was ok to touch him , you already know the answer. As this was happening my best friend was looking at me in complete awe because I don’t like nobody. She started saying, as I’m molesting Indigo’s face. ” You don’t know Indigo? You aint never met him before. Everybody knows him?” And as she watched me she became amused because I am the poster child of mystery, control and aloofness, to witness my wild and out of control behavior -seemed to be heart warming considering I could be an ice queen at times.

Nevertheless, the smile on my face from the complete bliss and joy I felt as soon as I saw him made him return the smile and I had him from that day forward. He was a wild boy and all the girls loved him. Guys used to say, “I don’t know why they love that black ass nigga!” He would have girls fighting and crying over him for years to come. Omg, thinking back,  two of his girlfriends came up to my school to beat my ass over him and that is the day that I learned what my father had meant by “You never know who your friends are to the shit goes down!”

I will tell you about that story another day. Did I tell you Quincy skin was dark chocolate and it looked like God had sealed his completion with lip gloss. Tall, dark and handsome Quincy had the most beautiful smile and the most perfectly placed white teeth. Which brings to mind, this French dude that levatated into my dance class, he had this hat on that was tilted and kind of crumpled on one side, he had on a pair of skinny jeans but not the kind that make you feel like he robbed your closet anyway he had on a complete outfit that reflected who he was. He was blue-black, he had dreads that were so meticulously done that fell past his shoulders, they were jet black and shiny.

When Solo one of the drummers stopped the class to introduce us to him. I looked around and that same enthusiasm that fell on me the day I met Indigo is the same stir that fell on all the ladies in the class yet they tried to contain and control themselves. I hated myself for not yelling, instead, I whisper what everybody was thinking, ” He is  FINE, he can get it!” and the half of the room I was standing on all responded with a” Ookaay!” He was so refined, sophisticated and when he opened his mouth and starting talking with his French accent I wanted to throw a shoe at him! The man looked like a sexy God. I just wanted to dobale right at his feet! Looking around the room, the women were touching their heads as if to say, what the hell am I looking like right now, if I knew we were having company I would have dressed better and combed my hair.

Anyway, he invited us all to a class he was teaching. I didn’t go on purpose for fear that I wouldn’t be able to contain myself! When I first saw Indigo I was too young to know to restrain myself, shit it wasn’t that often that I would get that excited so I refused to hide my feelings. I should have taken his class and given myself permission to be wild and out of control and I’m certain I wouldn’t  have been the only one. I should have enjoyed the way he made me feel knowing full way at any moment in time, he could disappear like so many black boys I had known growing up.

Indigo asked me to marry him when we became adults but with some regret I turned him down and I don’t think he’s ever forgiven me for it.