His Name Was...

It started at the New Years Eve Party last year. I came in with a couple of my girls and he stood over in the kitchen smiling from ear to ear in her face. As it seemed, he could easily fool anyone that he was madly in love with this woman. He fooled me for sure.

So, Martin Luther King Jr weekend comes around and our mutual friend decides to host a brunch to "kick off the New Year with good intentions"... again. This time I decide to attend alone because I didn't plan to stay very long. I had a date afterwards, hoping to play hard to get at dinner and finally break out of my 4 1/2 month dry spell. As I made my way towards the seating area to prepare for my friend's welcome speech, I felt a hand brush against my shoulder. It was him. With her.

They found their way to their seats across from me as I called the waiter over for another glass of champagne.

As the speech comes to a close and applause rings throughout the venue, I get out of my seat to find the ladies room. As I stood in the ridiculously long line scrolling aimlessly through my Twitter timeline, the beautiful mystery woman comes up behind me.

"I know you don't know me, but I can't help but notice my husband cannot keep his eyes off of you. He is very dangerous, so please stay as far away as you can. I would hate to see you get hurt."

Before I could turn around to pretend like I had no idea what she meant, she disappeared.

That was weird.

The next thing I know, my friend comes in my per view asking what she said to me.

"That woman is very disturbed. She is always around and never talks. I don't even know why she even shows up. I think she's probably insecure about her -- I don't even know what he is to her."

"Her husband." I said sharply. "She just was complimenting me on my dress but I'll come speak before I leave girl." The wife's warning still had me uneasy as I was next in line for the bathroom.

As I made my way to the valet, a voice behind me says

"Leaving already?" I knew it was him before I could turn around. "The party is just about to start."

"Oh yes I have a--- er -- dinner party to attend." I lied. Why did I lie?

"Oh? Do you need a date?" What?! How dare he! And why do I almost want to stand this other guy up?

"I don't think your wife would like that. But have a great night... um? What was your name?" Finally my car was here. As I tipped the valet, I knew I had to make a break for it before I said something stupid.

"That's not my wife. But you have a great night as well." And just like that he walked away with a tight lipped look on his face.

As I stood with my car in my face and car keys in hand I wondered in confusion, Why would he say that? Was my friend right? Was she lying because she was insecure -- or was he really this dangerous man? And why did he walk away so quickly without telling me his name?...

As I arrived to the next location, I text my date to let him know I was parking. I went out with this guy many years ago in college, but he was still maaadly in love with his ex. So, 8 years later, why not.

As I walk to the door I see him standing over at the bar watching the NBA Playoff game. I took a moment to take a breath, and enjoy the view. Six-foot-one, give or take. Hairline crisp. Pearly white teeth to match that seductive smile. All black sweater, black jeans with nice Balenciagas to match. Played it safe, but sexy.

Heartbreak, meet Glow Up.

As we sat down to order, I noticed his gaze was still on the game. "Hey Cory, just order me a strawberry margarita with a sugar rim. I'm going to go to the ladies room." He flashed me that smile, nodded his head and immediately, back to the TV his eyes went.

I stared at little-miss-Daisy looking back at me in the bathroom mirror. Do you really want to give it up to this guy? He's more turned on by the game than the cleavage sitting across the table from him. It has been years and he can't tell whether he's at the game or on a date. Just get your food and go home girl. Mr. Mystery was more interesting anyway.

Mr. Mystery..... The audacity of him to walk away without introducing himself. And the way he touched me on my shoulder at the brunch...

Just then the door swings open and these two girls start giggling at me. I look down and realize my hand resting on my shoulder like a weirdo. I blush embarrassingly and rush out the door.

Across the restaurant, I could see our booth was empty. Where was Cory?

YEEAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! The whole bar yells out. I look in disbelief as I see Cory's big ass towering over everyone celebrating as if his firstborn son just made his first jump shot. You would've thought he cried.

As I make my way to the table to get my jacket, my phone vibrates. I look and it's a text from a 318 area code:

It was nice meeting you tonight, Daisy. You don't have to worry about her... I hope you are enjoying your date ;)

My eyes widened. What the hell? How the hell? WHO the hell?

"Hey gorgeous! Damn, I'm scared to admit I forgot how fine you were. Did you see that game?! Craazyyy!" Cory makes his way to our booth just before I could make my exit.

The whole date, the roles were reversed from the beginning. Now, I was distracted and preoccupied with something other than my date. Instead, all I could think about was Mr. Mystery and how he managed to get my number without me getting his name?

By the time the check came I was thinking everything about Mr. Mystery... his hands... his smile... his voice... his wife -- wait... his wife!? What does he mean I don't have to worry about her? Is she in danger?!

Daisy Lane

Thanks for reading "His Name Was..."! Random stories + Cliffhangers are kinda my thing. So I'll be giving you more stories as the creativity arises. If you enjoyed this, like/share/tip for part two! :)