Rafe and the BBM.

Today, I forgot to shave my right armpit.

I know that's really unimportant, but this whole day has been like this. I wake up early (meaning 10:30) to lift up a chest of drawers. Really? I feel like I am just a live-in slave to my parents. I think Bob just loves to have control over me. And I just don't care anymore.

Work was pretty lame, I hate closing on Saturday nights. But it was afterward that was wholly eventful. I reconnected with my bestie from K-1st grade and 4th grade, Jay. We talked for a little while, but he had friends over so it didn't last long. And then I talked to Rafe for a good 45 minutes or so.

Music, instruments, live shows -- we covered some serious ground. AND THEN.

IT HAPPENED.

Just as I was walking away, I said to Rafe, "hey, I gotta go home, I'll see you Monday."
A voice stops me and says, "well, you'll see him Monday but you'll talk to me right now."

I turn around. And there is this big. black. man. He asked me if Rafe was my boyfriend. I should've said yes but I had no clue what was in store for me. He said, "oh so that's just your homie, I see." He begins to scratch his chin and asks if I have a boyfriend.

Anyone who knows me well, knows that I cannot lie to save my life. Even if I do pull it off, it has to be seriously well-thought out.

So I just look up at him and say no, nervously. I am so terrified. My hands are shaking and my brain is freaking out. I can't even understand what the BBM is saying to me because my adrenaline is pumping. He was so assertive, it was surprising. And unwelcome.

I think he said something sexual about wanting some black or something. But I really don't remember. His voice was so low that it wasn't very loud and the sound of my heart pulsating tuned it all out. I didn't know what to say. In fact, I didn't say anything, frantically trying to get away from this beast, who obviously thought I was some easy catch or something.

But then -- a skinny arm comes around my shoulder and draws me close. I look to the side, and it's my savior of the night -- good ol' Rafe. Haha, good ol' Rafe with his skinny body, beard, torn shorts, black tank, and black mohawk, trashed as fuck. But still there to protect me.

He and the BBM shared a few words, but I don't recall any of them. My heart just pounded as fast as before, unsure of what to do in the situation. He said along the lines of, "nah, she's coming home with me tonight, we're gonna do some real kinky shit." The BBM said something afterwards but my mind is screaming "OH FUCK, OH FUCK, GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?"

And of course, it takes me an hour and a half at home to realize how I should have properly told off the BBM.

I didn't even care about what Rafe said because I knew he was trying to get the BBM to leave me alone. I put my arm around him as well and he walks me to my car. I've never been more intimidated by anyone in my life, I was so happy that he was there. He could just read that I was creeped out. And I am so thankful for Rafe tonight, or who knows what could have happened.

I couldn't speak.
I couldn't think.
I couldn't breathe.

Who knew. Of all people, who knew that my guardian angel would have been the drunken BOH guy with the infectious laugh and mohawk. As scared as I was, he was there to protect me. And I am so grateful for him.

And how did we say goodbye and celebrate?
With a JUMPING HIGH-FIVE!

Because that's just how we roll. :)