Ah, it was the spring of 1991. I was just settling in good from my basic training in the USMC reserves. This was the year I was to reacquire the Beasely woman, but that had yet to transpire. What was happening was a hand full of teenagers calling me. It could have been worse, believe me. So, after much debate (Ha!), Andréa began to occupy my phone time. During this time, I was purely a monster of my own desires and loved every minute of it.
April 4th rolls around and I receive a phone call from a now single Monica Jordan. I knew of her because her former boyfriend was my cousin Demarcus. We talk about nothing too much. I pass the phone off to my younger brother. After a short conversation though my younger brother, we was invited to a party at Monica’s dad house. When the day of the party comes, we are the only guests. I don’t know if it was planned that way or not. The only thing I know is there is free cake and soda to be had, and I partook on the fun in spite of the lack of guests. I recognized that Monica was flirting with me, so I flirt back and it was well received. Ed. Notes: Tim said she was flirting with him too, but he had to go home; Tim was upset, but he was no longer in charge of the situation. My alter ego had roared into conscious thought. Meager carnal passions were cited. I spent the night on fire. I was shall we say, interested! Now all this time it had not occurred to me to ask her age. She had carried herself like a teenager should have. So it wasn’t until the next week when a field trip to her house unannounced, gave me the shock of my life. I knocked on the door, and her mom pops her head out and announces that Monica was not to have company. Not completely undaunted, I went on about my way. It wasn’t until next week is when we get to stay a while.
Needless to say, her mother wasn’t home, and you know what happens when girls are home with a boyfriend alone? Yes, media hype, and all this was going on amid Andrea’s undoing. It actually became annoying. But that’s another story. My younger brother was dismayed for he thought Monica had some kind of relationship with him. They did spend a lot of undue time on the phone because my time was being occupied with the band and super Nintendo. But this wasn’t the scandal. I found out she was only fourteen!!
I learn this the second time I visit her house. Her dad really didn’t give any clues on the situation while I was over there. I suppose he didn’t care about how old I was at the time, but mom on the other hand, was asking me what school I attended. A quick lie satisfied a curious nature. I glance at the deceptive one and asked what school do you attend? A middle school was the answer. Logic reasoning had it that I accept the consequences and leave, but heart had other plans. I had already given her the benefits of doubt. So we continued on, but with reservations. This would become arrested on the 18th of April. She would find out about Andrea’s phone calls and I proceed to get brow beaten. I try to convey that we no longer talk, but this would fall upon deaf ears. Andrea and Monica had discussed me openly and decided I should be punished. After this confrontation Monica had a problem with possession. The only reason I could think of is that she thought that me and Andrea still had something going on. This was far from the truth, for by this time Pamela E.M. VanEisJden and Kamika had my full attention. And even during all this, Robynetta friendliness was distracting. With all this attention I was getting, I found flaws in her. She could never kiss right. The relationship quickly deteriorated. For three weeks, it was only media hype that occurred between us. Not that it was all bad; it was just too much action and not enough interaction. Here is the time when knighted values became a code I lived by. But I could not just break it off.
Existence became bittersweet. It was well within May when I was on the phone with Demarcus bragging about the dilemma I was in. unfortunately Monica was also on the line. Monica was uh, I’ll say furious. Mine was a loathsome path indeed. So officially it was over. Unofficially however, after the Pamela pursuits, I started receiving phone calls about what I should bring to her birthday party. It was determined that she should have an underline under her name. Afterwards, we tried on several occasions to reboot a relationship, but it wasn’t meant to be. She disclosed that I was loved but she could not love me. I’d betrayed her one time to many. Still Monica Jordan ranks in the top 20 of all heart holders. The lesson learned from her was never toy with a heart that’s true.
