It had to have been like the 10th grade. By this time, I had had several girlfriends, as most kids do these days (I am not encouraging having gf’s, I’m just sayin’), but none, I repeat NONE had met my parents. I don’t even know if any of them knew what they looked like. I had gotten in the habit of telling my girlfriends, that that introduction was prolly never going to happen.
“Trust me, that aint what you want…”
So yea, its the summer after the 10th grade and I of course have a girlfriend. She was cute too; light-skinned and popular, pretty much the only things that mattered to me back then, lol. No but really, we found ourselves “falling in love” with each other and I was willing to do a lot for her.
During school, I had no problem seeing her. I saw her during the day, and most days after school, since I was in sports. So not telling my parents I had a girlfriend was no big deal in that it had not yet inhibited us from having a normal relationship. The summer although was a different animal. How could I tell my parents that I wanted to go and see my girlfriend? How could I make them understand?
Frankly, I COULDN’T.
They are African, and dating at my age is grounds for a slap that my kids (if I can still have any) would feel.
So this day, the day that will live in infamy, I decided to tell my father that I was going for an interview for a summer job at the then new Super Target in First Colony. In my defense, I was REALLY going to go to Target… I was just going to pick up my girlfriend and have breakfast at Denny’s on d way.lol
I left the house that morning confident that I had it all planned out. I was going to jump in my Volvo station wagon, swing by her house in all my glory and take my baby to breakfast….(*southern accent*) I could not have dreamt of the unfortunate events that were to follow..
Upon arriving at Denny’s me and my baby sat in a booth by the window.
Waiter asks for our drinks… 2 OJs..
She asks me what I’m going to eat….moons over hammy
I ask the same…. Grand Slam
I glance out the window to check on the whip… 85 volvo sittin right.lol
Cars passin by… ’89 benz catches my eye…
My heart… stops
89 benz?!! That can’t be my dad’s car!!!
I quicly get myself together and I exclaim, “My Dad followed me up here!”
Luckily my girlfriend knew the deal, and a certain fear struck her face too… My next move has to be the most cowardly move I have ever made in my life!!
I told my gf to leave and go to the restroom, and I would call her when get out ..
Yea, I know… pretty weak.
Anyway she did what I said, and I was left at the table for a moment to gather my thoughts to assess what may go down…
“Man, I hope he don’t come in here hollerin”
“What if he try and hit me in front of all these people.”
“What if he want me to leave with him, I would have to leave o gal in the bathroom!!”
I try to act normal as my pop comes walking up to the building…
He stops at my window and knocks on the glass.
I pulled one hell of an oscar performance, when I acted to be surprised and jumped in my seat, as if startled, and stared at him in bewilderment… he stared back…
I shrugged my shoulders, as to say. “what are you doing here? Can’t you see I am here by myself.”
He points to the other glass of orange juice sitting on the table across from my glass.
I look at the glass. I look at him with a look as if saying, "so.."
He shakes his head and walks off….
At this point I am officially shook. I cannot believe what has just happened and I cannot imagine how much trouble I will be in when I get home. I am panicked and scatterbrained. So scatterbrained that I LEAVE MY GIRLFRIEND AT DENNY’S AND TELL HER TO GET HER MOTHER TO COME PICK HER UP!!
Yea, I know….pretty weak.
That was the longest ride home of my life.