My relationship with Tee started off very adventurous.
I remember when we went out for my birthday. It was about 3 weeks since we marked the day to start our lives together. At the time, my papap and I would watch the Orioles very heavily. One thing I have to interject is my papap has played a huge male role in my life. The things that him and I would do, the long talks, and him lifting me up when I was down has played apart of what I always longed for in a man. He taught me what a dedicated man was. I thought I could find the traits in my papap in the guys I have dated, but so far, none have come anywhere near. I know papap isn't perfect, but the love and care that my papap crafted in me, is what I hope that a guy will immolate and do those things like he did.
Moving forward, watching the orioles with my papap made me want to go to their games. So I started the traditon for my birthday to go to an orioles game. I took Tee with me. That was supposed to be a special day for me and in my head it still holds one of the most special times in my life no matter how I feel about the person today.
My mom bought the tickets for me. See, when I started dating Tee, I stopped telling my dad where I was going because he wouldn't have let me explore the waters like I wanted to. He would have taken my boat and paddle from me before I even got into the shallow end. And in the beginning, it wasn't because he didn't feel like Tee-Cake was good for me (it didn't turn that way until later on). My dad just knew this was the guy I was going to go fishing with. He knew there would come a time, that I would become close to Tee, thus the more deeply bounded I would get. My father knew that the day would come where I'd fall so in love that I would stop using the brain that they tried to properly nourish for fifteen years. And the day of my birthday was the day I began to lose those brain cells.
I lied to my mother and told her I would just go to my cousin's house after the game and Tee would walk me there and go home. He only lived five minutes away from my cousins. My cousin understood how overbearing my father was and knew I needed freedom, so she was in on the plan. At the time, Tee was very charming and respectful, he seemed like the guy to do risky things for. So after the game, we rode the MTA through the city over to the west side, got off at my cousins neighborhood and went in the house.
My cousin was going to be running the streets that night, so she met with Tee and I briefly and gave us her bedroom to lounge in. We went upstairs and I took a shower while he watched the NBA finals. I had my underwear and bra set that I picked out with my friends the week before. I pinned my hair carefully so it would fall just perfectly when we got comfortable. I didn't know what I was going to get myself into that night, but I wanted to feel like a grown woman with a grown man. But when I look back at it, he wasn't a man (he still isn't one) he just was so rough yet sweet , so exposed to hardship but concealed with a manly and strong demeanor that the streets made. He was like the formation of a diamond; came from excessive pressure. And that night that's what he did to me, performed art that I never experienced before. I didn't lose my virginity that night, but lost my control as I got lost in that hair that I stared and played with the whole night. The basketball players were watching us play on our own court. I played defense as he was shooting in the places that never went into my basket.
He asked me ,"did you like your gift?." I forgot my name again and felt like I was floating . He left at 4 am and called me. We stayed on the phone until the sun rose. My parents came and picked me up. I tried to hide the new glow on my face but it wouldn't scrub off. My mom knew the road I was now about to drive down, but didn't speak a word. They picked Tee up and we had Sunday breakfast together. That was the first time I saw him that weekend, or at least that's what I made it seem to my father.
