While I wasn’t planning on writing about the end of my first day in Atlanta, too many important revelations occurred and well, here I am writing. I ended up having a 2+ hour lunch with Shamarius and thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it. Not just because we got nicely buzzed from 2 On the Border’s Patron Margaritas (mmm), but because we had various deep/spiritual discussions. I didn’t have to give Shamarius much of an update as she’s an avid reader of my blogs, but this lunch was more about learning more about her challenges with life, specifically with MEN! Ughh, I hate it that we all have to deal with men not wanting to commit but alas, I sat with my friend trying to find the words…. She’s a great catch and deserves more than the cards that have been dealt to her. But alas, I saw myself repeating what I stated on my True Love blog, we must put our faith in God and believe that he will bring our lifetime partner to us—WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT. It’s hard to preach this because I want my partner next to my side NOW but the more I pray for patience the more I’m content with waiting.
Lunch ended with a big hug and we both went our separate ways. Shamarius if you’re reading this, I will continue praying for you and hope you find peace. Remember, we are not here living the lives we want but instead are instruments operating under the direction of our higher being. You won’t find peace until we understand this. We may not like it when God takes our father, brother, mother, etc. from our lives but we must trust that their time on earth has ended and is needed in the heavens.
I got into my zipcar and headed north to the city of Gainesville, GA, where my long-time friend Paola lives with her husband and 2 kids. She’s another Miami native and finally moved out (this will definite
ly be another blog subject). As I drove on the highway, I realized how much I miss driving long distances, with the windows down and blasting the stereo to a great song (or 15 in this case –LOL). I finally got to g’ville and went with Paola on her daily routine (get milk, pick up kids from daycare) and finally ended up at her house. She has the most adorable, gorgeous kids but that isn’t too surprising since she’s a knock-out from Columbia and her husband is a drop-dead gorgeous Cuban. Needless to say, I had to leave shortly after he arrived because my heart would skip a beat or two, in his presence. Hehehe. But before he got there, Paola and I did have a great conversation. We discussed my True Love blog and it wasn’t until I discussed it with her that I realized I wasn’t really breaking up with Potential #2 (we’ll call him P2). I was actually breaking up with myself… From the beginning, P2 stated he wasn’t looking for something serious, and shortly thereafter he professed his respect for me and how he wanted to keep a lifetime friendship with me. Nowwww, I heard what he said, but somewhere along the line I took liberty in translating it to say the following: “Melvin, I’m not ready for you just yet but I ask you to wait for me…” (oh I’m a HOT MESS, I know!)
So I really don’t have anyone to blame but myself, because P2 has shown me nothing else but respect and friendship. He really has gone above/beyond the call of duty because he treasures my friendship. Now between you (bloggers) and I, I don’t know why? Alas, I will respect his wishes and be nothing but friends, but this will take some time. Luckily we finally have distance between us and it will make it a lot easier for me NOT to fall in love with him (AGAIN). When a relationship comes to an end for me, I go through my sappy love songs and a period of no communications; this is something I did not go through with P2. I think is why I lasted an entire year subconsciously in love with him. I no longer think about why/what/when things went wrong, I have accepted this love has ended and am moving on with my life. And this could not have happened if it weren’t for the blog and especially Paola for putting it into perspective.
Day 2 started out great because finally I did not have to wake up at 6a.m. to travel somewhere. I woke up at 9:30a.m. (after 10 hours of sleep – ahhh). Immediately upon waking up, I ran to my car and drove to Chick-fil-A and bought one (even though I really wanted two) Chicken/Egg/Biscuit. I had my first bite in private because the moaning can get loud at times; I mean this food is AMAZING! They don’t have Chick-fil-A’s in Manhattan, so anytime I leave the city my first question is, where’s your nearest Chick-fil-A that serves breakfast – LOL.
Later that morning, I drove to Midtown and dropped off my zipcar, headed to Buckhead on MARTA (cuz it’s smarta-LOL) to have lunch with my ex-boss from my first employer. She went above/beyond and filled out recommendation forms for three schools, and if I had $$ I would have totally paid for her lunch but alas she picked up the tab –HOLLER! We had a great lunch catching up and here I am in Marietta at my aunt’s house, getting ready for Emory’s Goizuetta Meet-Greet before the jammed packed Super Saturday, where they get to showcase their MBA program.
