After the gym today I went to Joe’s Pizza on 16th street. Hilarious. Pizza after the gym! But why not, pizza is my favorite. Even for New York city this guy is pretty good and I like the fact he reminds me of those store keepers in the old country, you know, the ones that never have exact change to give you back but also whenever you are short a little bit they don’t care either. Colorful. As I was having some slices, I was thinking that I will be pretty content no matter what. I have learned a lot of things and lived through a whole lot of things. And I still have a lot of little stories to tell, mainly from Texas, just by the luck of the draw: Having spent a fair number of years there, some of them living by myself, I did some adventuring.
Like the story of ‘Momma Chicka’, an oldie but goldie….
I had pursued her a number of times but she was always a bit elusive. One time it was a theater rehearsal, another time it was working at an art auction as a consultant. One artsy bitch, you could say. So we got together once. Then she went out of town on traveling to Israel. Then with her mother to China. Then to Germany on art business. WTF? Could NOT pin her down. Finally I gave up. A few weeks later, she texted: ‘Hi Dave, want to come see my art show?’ I declined since it was far away on a Saturday and I didn’t feel like getting out of Houston on that hot day. Sticking by the pool was good enough for me. But I did indicate that I could swing by her home town on that Friday. Then, a day later, she fell and twisted her ankle real bad. I was getting the picture…it seemed like she had a cloud over her and whenever we were supposed to meet either travel plans or her health issues came in the way. She even said so ‘Dave this was never meant to be’. I got pissed and said ‘Screw it!. I am coming over on Friday and that’s that’. She immediately said OK, and she would leave the door of her apartment open. I was planning to take a day off work, so I was going to go on 610 against the rush hour traffic, so it shouldn’t be too bad. Those folks who have lived there know that commute into Houston sucks big time, bumper to bumper. I got there around 10 and pulled into her parking lot. What a huge apartment complex that was. Where the hell was her place again. It was one of those complexes that has east wing, west wing, north, south, building A etc etc. I finally found it, came in, she was fast asleep, I took my socks off, browsed at her magazines. Mostly stuff on travel and recipe stuff (girlie girl), but I also saw Kiplingers so I zoomed into that one real quick. Then I said the hell with it, she isn’t waking up so I will crawl next to her.
A few minutes later she woke up finally, exchanged a few kisses, and during sex she called me ‘Momma Chika’ just like on the first time we ‘met’. Weird: I am not Spanish, she wasn’t Spanish either, I am not her momma, and I am not chick either. Interesting… We used protection (latex) by the way. Why do I mention this? It will become clear later.
Anyways, we went to Arturo’s for a late lunch afterwards and it was actually quite relaxing under the shades, great service, not too many annoying lunch ladies at that time so it was a nice experience. After that though I was thinking to myself: ‘OK so now that she told me her biological clock is ticking (she was 30’s), and me not being single what am I going to do with this one?’ A strange turn of events, totally unplanned solved the dilemma for me. A few days later, I experienced pain while urinating. We had used a latex condom, but I know I am not allergic to latex so it couldn’t be that. Could it be something she gave me? I texted her and asked her again if she is sure she didn’t have anything. She yelled at me through text and called me a jerk. Not sure why, I am always very communicative so in this case I did the right thing by protecting myself, and also asking her. I visited my doctor and ordered every test there is, A to Z. I am paranoid and even scrutinize bumps I may have on my toe, even. As it turned out it was a false alarm. The doctor explained with a serious face: ‘David, on many occasions when you get a new partner, her Ph level reacts differently and may cause some irritation on the penis until you get used to her’. Whatever, it was a false alarm thank God. So I informed her that and also offering my apologies, but I had to ask. ‘Good bye Dave’ was her reply. No complaints here. Good bye momma chika