We meet on Thursday at Art Center train station. I work by Lenox Mall and live in midtown so I typically take Marta to work. Anyway, I had just slipped on a pair of pumas for my two mile walk down to my apartment when our eyes meet. He was a chocolate brown cutie with a killer smile. He was carrying a large canvas bag and a toffee colored briefcase. The subway train doors opened and I got off at my stop and he trailed behind me.
"Excuse me miss," he shouted as I made my way ahead of him.
I spun around to greet him and now I am preparing for our first date. He is an artist so he invited me to tag along with him at one of his friend's openings at a local gallery. I don't know what it is about me but I love the artsy type. My last boyfriend was a broke ass musician that couldn't keep his dick in his pants. Hopefully, Brice would be different. I have never been the girly type that spent forever getting dressed. I slipped on a lavender v-neck cashmere sweater, a bcbg chocolate brown skirt and a pair of sassy chocolate brown pumps. Mr. Brice finally arrived at seven.
"You look beautiful," he said as he gave me a warm hug.
"Thanks," I replied back smiling.
Brice looked damn good too. He was wearing a caramel brown velvet suit jacket, a white Ralph Lauren button up, dark rinse jeans and caramel colored loafers. He smelled so good as I hugged him I wasn't so sure I still wanted to go out anymore.
"Are you into visual art?" He asked as we walked out of my building into the cold air outside.
"I'm not an expert but I did take an art apperciation class in college," I laughed.
He smiled.
Okay, I thought it was funny. I guess he didn't.
"Where is your car parked?" I asked. I told him to park on the street considering how scare parking is down here.
"Up the street. Hey I really like your building? Do you own your spot?" He asked.
"Nope, I actually rent this place from a friend. I have a loft unit," I replied back. Most people just assumed I owned my place because I lived in one of those buildings that screams privately owned biatch!!!!
"My car is right here," he said as we walked up on a lime green VW beetle. I wanted to laugh at this dude. He is 6'3 driving a bitch car like this. And then this guy had the nerve to have it in lime green. He unlocked the car and I hopped in.
"This gallery is down off Peoples Street. I'm glad you came with me. I get cool points when I bring a pretty lady with me to these things." He said as hell gave me a sexy smirk.
Damn did he look good when he smiled. That smile just made up for this bitch car. After riding up and down the street we finally found a spot on the street. We walked up two blocks to a older refuburished building. As we walked through the door he grabbed my hand and led me to a receptionist area with two tall blonde girls in black stood.
"Hey Brice," one girl retorted as we approached.
"Abby, how are you?" he responded back. "Whats up Sam?"
The other girl smiled and winked at me.
"Ladies, this is my date Elle. Isn't she beautiful?" he said giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"Well, Mark is in the blue room. You know where to go. It was great seein' you baby," Abby said turning her attention to an older white guy in all black as he entered the gallery.
"Sam, thinks your hot," he whispered in my ear as we walked into a room lite dimly in blue, crowded with people.
I blushed but I wasn't sure if he was being funny or trying to turn me out.
Surprisingly, it was different than I expected. I guess I watch too much Sex in the City because I expected something way more sexy. His friend was a photographer not a painter and his collection consisted of ten photographs of black women from Honduras. The collection was entitled "Las Negras". Beside each photograph there was a short story about each woman. Brice guided me through the exhibit attempting to explain each photograph until we were interrupted by a tall skinny white guy with tattered jeans and a grey thermal shirt. He had short sandy blonde hair and icy sea green eyes.
"Whats up man," the guy said as he reached out to Brice to dap him up.
"I'm lovin' the set up guy! Congrats man," Brice responded after they finished the homeboy greeting.
"Thanks man, just happy to be here in the A dude. Who is your lady friend?" he said turning his attention to me. "This is my new lady friend Elle. Elle, this is my man Mark. This is his exhibit,"
Brice smiled. I looked over Mark again. I couldn't believe this kid didn't even bother to dress up for his own opening. He was a very attractive guy though. Maybe he thought it didn't matter.
"Mark is from Atlanta. We went to NYU together," Brice explained. "I lived with this guy for two years in New York."
"Well, its nice to meet you Mark. I'm from Atlanta too and your photography is beautiful," I responded placing my hand in front of him.
"Nice to meet you Elle. She's pretty, Brice. What the hell does she see in you?" he joked as he grabbed my hand and held it.
Is this guy flirting with me?
"Yeah, I told her I only bring the pretty ones around my friends," he joked putting his arm around my waist. Mark let go of my hand but gave me a sly grin and then brought his attention back to Brice. "So whats up with you man? I heard you are teaching an art class down at the art school these days. When are you going back to finish your PHd?" he asked. Damn, I was impressed I had no idea Brice was working on his PHd or anything other than his artwork for that matter. "Not sure, I am enjoying doing this thing at the art school and working on a few pieces. I might have some people interested in doing some stuff with me at this gallery in San Fran. Plus I found a new reason to stay in Atlanta for a little while," he said squeezing me tighter. "Thats whats up my friend. Hey, I'm glad you came. I got an opportunity I want to discuss with you a little later. How about we talk soon man?" Mark requested as he let his eyes linger back over to me. "Sounds good my man," Brice responded back. "You know how to find me." "Elle, you should let me shot you sometime," Mark said unexpectedly. "Excuse me?" I questioned. I was sure what he meant and I wasn't sure if I liked the way this guy was flirting with me in front of Brice. He laughed. "I meant, you should let me take a few pictures, you know shots...," he responded back. "Here let me give you my card. I would love to have you do some work with me." With that he walked off to mingle with more people and left Brice and I to his photography.
sunday a week later...
Brice called at noon saying he would be in my area and he wanted to do brunch at the Flying Biscuit. I told him okay, I'll meet him. Typically, I walk everywhere in a four mile vinicity but I had on heels so I decided to actually drive. Flying Biscuit, was off 10th street in the gay district of midtown a few blocks away from my place. I had walked up there a few times to hang out with my friend Jay who lived around the corner.
I got to Flying Biscuit a little before Brice so I got a table by the window and people watched.
"Elle Simone Powell, girl don't act like you didn't see me sitting down up in here," I heard from behind. I looked around to see Jay's friend Ms. LouisV.
"Hey girl," I said giving Ms.LouisV a hug.
Ms. LouisV was the alias of a 5'4, fair skin guy with freckles that rocked the hell out Louis Vuitton. His real name was Lewis and he was one of the craziest guys I knew.
"I'm lovin' those jeans girl. What are those sevens? You know I'm going to have to go shopping in your closet tomorrow," he laughed patting me on my booty.
"Honey, you know you are way more petite than I. What are you like a 2 or 4? I doubt I have anything you can get into."
"Chile, please you act like you aren't fabolus yourself. Are you meeting Ms. Jay up in here this morning? That bitch told me he was going to church." Ms. LouisV said looking around for Jay.
Ms. LouisV was fly as ever. He was wearing a navy blue fitted button down shirt with a wide collar popped up, a pair of Rock and Republic jeans, a pair of yellow snake skin Kenneth Cole loafers, and a Gucci messenger bag.
"Nope, honey I have a date and I know you don't believe Jay's crazy ass went to church. We went to a party at Jordan's place. Jay was trashed he should be suffering from a hangover with his head in a toilet," I laughed.
"Damn, Jordan had a party and didn't invite moi. I hate that bitch. You are way cuter than that damn groupie bitch Elle. We need to get you one of those guys she fucks with." Ms.LouisV said rolling his eyes. "Shit, I can pull one of those homothugs she fucks with too. Where is your date ms.thang? and why is he meeting you here?"
"He should be on the way. I'm a little early."
"Who is this one? Girl you know you go through men like me chile!!!"
I laughed. Ms.LouisV did have a point. I couldn't keep a man and neither could he. Just as I was about to respond in walked Brice.
"Thats him now," I responded signally Brice to my table.
"Yummy," Ms. LouisV uttered under his breath.
"Good Afternoon sweetie," he said as he bent down to give me a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey, man how are you?" he said turning his attention to Ms. LouisV who was all in his seat.
"Hola homie, I'm Lewis but my friends call me LouisV. Relax honey, Ms. ESP is one of my dearest friends and fans," Ms. LouisV replied not bothering to rise from Brice's seat.
"Nice to meet you. ESP??" he said looking at me.
"My intials, Elle Simone Powell. Ms. LouisV coined the nickname," I said smiling at LouisV.
"Well since you are a dear friend of Ms.ESP, you should join us and tell me more about this lady," Brice remarked as he looked around for another chair to pull up.
"I would love to join you kids. Its not like I have any thang to do this afternoon anyway," Ms.LouisV exclaimed. "Let me go get my drank."
"You look nice today," I said looking over Brice. He was wearing a tan Ralph Lauren crew sweater and wool brown slacks.
"Thanks, as always you look gorgeous," he responded back flashing me his perfect white teeth.
"Elle, chile did I tell you about that new spot Malcolm and I found last friday," Ms.LouisV interupted holding his drink.
"Nope, but Jay told me about it. He said they had a really good happy hour." I responded looking over to Ms. LouisV.
"Girl you and your man should go. Whats your name sweetie? Elle is sooo damn rude," Ms.LouisV remarked rolling his eyes.
"Brice Key," Brice spoke up directing his attention to Ms. LouisV.
"I like that name honey and you look just like Mr. Brice from Groove Theory too. What do you do? You look like a corporate brother." Louis V asked.
"I'm an artist and I teach a few art classes at the Art Institute," Brice explained.
"Umphh, you don't look broke. Damn your an artist? What type of art do you do?" Ms.LouisV remarked slyly.
I want to interupt because I was a little embrassed by Ms.LouisV remark but I had no clue of what type of art. I had never seen any of Brice's work. Hell I had only know him for about two weeks now.
"Well, I am a scupltor." Brice explained.
"What have you done?? Do you do those ugly little figurines? My momma loves them. I hate them. That heifer got those damn things all over the house."
Brice and I laughed.
"Na'll man I don't do those figurines that you are talking about. I done a few cool thing but nothing big here. I am actually working on a few pieces for an exhibit that will be featuring my work in San Francisco," Brice explained. "Enough about me. Tell me everything about Elle that she doesn't want me to know."
"How about we order first and then I tell you about this chile. It won't take long Elle is sooo southern belle and boring as hell," Ms. LouisV said signaling someone to take our order.
Over brunch Ms. LouisV ran his mouth about how he meet me when he was in undergrad at Morehouse. I was good friends with his roommate Jay who had not figured out he was gay yet. He talked about how I use to hang out with them when I came home for breaks and how him and Jay went to DC to move me back to Atlanta when I dropped out of Georgetown law school. Brice laughed at all of Ms. LouisV's crazy stories about me.
After brunch Brice and I parted with Ms.LouisV and headed to Piedmont Park to walk brunch off.
“That dude is crazy,” Brice laughed. “Being a member of the art community I know so many gay guys. But LouisV is a trip. I can’t believe he calls hisself that.”
“I know, he is a nut. You have to meet the rest the crew,” I remarked looking up at him.
I couldn’t believe I was walking around Piedmount Park in the middle of January. It was cold as hell outside.
“Who is the rest of the crew? And when do I get to meet them?” Brice laughed.
“Well, there is Jay. You heard all about him at brunch he is my best friend. Then there is Jordan my gold diggin cousin who went to UCLA. She is crazy. There is Leah my homegirl from undergrad. She is off the chain. Meisha the one that went to NYU that I told you about and the crew wouldn’t be official without the queen of crunk Bobbie aka I’ll beat that biatch with a bottle. I meet her in undergrad too.”
“Your friends sound comical,”
“They are and crazy ass hell too.”
I smiled inside. I was really enjoying Brice.
sunday a week later...
Brice called at noon saying he would be in my area and he wanted to do brunch at the Flying Biscuit. I told him okay, I'll meet him. Typically, I walk everywhere in a four mile vinicity but I had on heels so I decided to actually drive. Flying Biscuit, was off 10th street in the gay district of midtown a few blocks away from my place. I had walked up there a few times to hang out with my friend Jay who lived around the corner.
I got to Flying Biscuit a little before Brice so I got a table by the window and people watched.
"Elle Simone Powell, girl don't act like you didn't see me sitting down up in here," I heard from behind. I looked around to see Jay's friend Ms. LouisV.
"Hey girl," I said giving Ms.LouisV a hug.
Ms. LouisV was the alias of a 5'4, fair skin guy with freckles that rocked the hell out Louis Vuitton. His real name was Lewis and he was one of the craziest guys I knew.
"I'm lovin' those jeans girl. What are those sevens? You know I'm going to have to go shopping in your closet tomorrow," he laughed patting me on my booty.
"Honey, you know you are way more petite than I. What are you like a 2 or 4? I doubt I have anything you can get into."
"Chile, please you act like you aren't fabolus yourself. Are you meeting Ms. Jay up in here this morning? That bitch told me he was going to church." Ms. LouisV said looking around for Jay.
Ms. LouisV was fly as ever. He was wearing a navy blue fitted button down shirt with a wide collar popped up, a pair of Rock and Republic jeans, a pair of yellow snake skin Kenneth Cole loafers, and a Gucci messenger bag.
"Nope, honey I have a date and I know you don't believe Jay's crazy ass went to church. We went to a party at Jordan's place. Jay was trashed he should be suffering from a hangover with his head in a toilet," I laughed.
"Damn, Jordan had a party and didn't invite moi. I hate that bitch. You are way cuter than that damn groupie bitch Elle. We need to get you one of those guys she fucks with." Ms.LouisV said rolling his eyes. "Shit, I can pull one of those homothugs she fucks with too. Where is your date ms.thang? and why is he meeting you here?"
"He should be on the way. I'm a little early."
"Who is this one? Girl you know you go through men like me chile!!!"
I laughed. Ms.LouisV did have a point. I couldn't keep a man and neither could he. Just as I was about to respond in walked Brice.
"Thats him now," I responded signally Brice to my table.
"Yummy," Ms. LouisV uttered under his breath.
"Good Afternoon sweetie," he said as he bent down to give me a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey, man how are you?" he said turning his attention to Ms. LouisV who was all in his seat.
"Hola homie, I'm Lewis but my friends call me LouisV. Relax honey, Ms. ESP is one of my dearest friends and fans," Ms. LouisV replied not bothering to rise from Brice's seat.
"Nice to meet you. ESP??" he said looking at me.
"My intials, Elle Simone Powell. Ms. LouisV coined the nickname," I said smiling at LouisV.
"Well since you are a dear friend of Ms.ESP, you should join us and tell me more about this lady," Brice remarked as he looked around for another chair to pull up.
"I would love to join you kids. Its not like I have any thang to do this afternoon anyway," Ms.LouisV exclaimed. "Let me go get my drank."
"You look nice today," I said looking over Brice. He was wearing a tan Ralph Lauren crew sweater and wool brown slacks.
"Thanks, as always you look gorgeous," he responded back flashing me his perfect white teeth.
"Elle, chile did I tell you about that new spot Malcolm and I found last friday," Ms.LouisV interupted holding his drink.
"Nope, but Jay told me about it. He said they had a really good happy hour." I responded looking over to Ms. LouisV.
"Girl you and your man should go. Whats your name sweetie? Elle is sooo damn rude," Ms.LouisV remarked rolling his eyes.
"Brice Key," Brice spoke up directing his attention to Ms. LouisV.
"I like that name honey and you look just like Mr. Brice from Groove Theory too. What do you do? You look like a corporate brother." Louis V asked.
"I'm an artist and I teach a few art classes at the Art Institute," Brice explained.
"Umphh, you don't look broke. Damn your an artist? What type of art do you do?" Ms.LouisV remarked slyly.
I want to interupt because I was a little embrassed by Ms.LouisV remark but I had no clue of what type of art. I had never seen any of Brice's work. Hell I had only know him for about two weeks now.
"Well, I am a scupltor." Brice explained.
"What have you done?? Do you do those ugly little figurines? My momma loves them. I hate them. That heifer got those damn things all over the house."
Brice and I laughed.
"Na'll man I don't do those figurines that you are talking about. I done a few cool thing but nothing big here. I am actually working on a few pieces for an exhibit that will be featuring my work in San Francisco," Brice explained. "Enough about me. Tell me everything about Elle that she doesn't want me to know."
"How about we order first and then I tell you about this chile. It won't take long Elle is sooo southern belle and boring as hell," Ms. LouisV said signaling someone to take our order.
Over brunch Ms. LouisV ran his mouth about how he meet me when he was in undergrad at Morehouse. I was good friends with his roommate Jay who had not figured out he was gay yet. He talked about how I use to hang out with them when I came home for breaks and how him and Jay went to DC to move me back to Atlanta when I dropped out of Georgetown law school. Brice laughed at all of Ms. LouisV's crazy stories about me.
After brunch Brice and I parted with Ms.LouisV and headed to Piedmont Park to walk brunch off.
“That dude is crazy,” Brice laughed. “Being a member of the art community I know so many gay guys. But LouisV is a trip. I can’t believe he calls hisself that.”
“I know, he is a nut. You have to meet the rest the crew,” I remarked looking up at him.
I couldn’t believe I was walking around Piedmount Park in the middle of January. It was cold as hell outside.
“Who is the rest of the crew? And when do I get to meet them?” Brice laughed.
“Well, there is Jay. You heard all about him at brunch he is my best friend. Then there is Jordan my gold diggin cousin who went to UCLA. She is crazy. There is Leah my homegirl from undergrad. She is off the chain. Meisha the one that went to NYU that I told you about and the crew wouldn’t be official without the queen of crunk Bobbie aka I’ll beat that biatch with a bottle. I meet her in undergrad too.”
“Your friends sound comical,”
“They are and crazy ass hell too.”
I smiled inside. I was really enjoying Brice.
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