Sleep like a Baby

The other night I had an amazing time with a friend of mine whom I've only met once before seven years ago. We had a few drinks in the city, laughed and talked more than the convened drink we had in mind, and then I invited her over to Queens. She followed me and we ended up in a local bar around my place. Then she had to leave but I took her out to dance and we somehow made out. We went back home and had a made-out session, listened to music, watched a spiritual movie and made out some more. Then she took a cab back home. 

Today, I worked the afternoon shift starting at 4 p.m. and ending at midnight. Then I was asked if I wanted to work today, in a few hours, starting at 7 a.m. Mind you, I work tomorrow my regular shift, so I'd be pulling a double on less than four hour sleep. No big deal, like Connie commented on my post, nothing I haven't done before. Then I had the nice idea of just passing by the bar, out of curiosity, like I do every night without going in. Outside, one of Connie's ex's, was chatting with two girls outside the place. And I overheard him say, "This guy", referring to me, of course. I turned around, looked back at him and then headed home. I took a shower, and unlike what I had thought, put a shirt on and walked back to the back. I walked in and saw him with four more guy friends or so, I saw no reaction from him as I passed them by and stood by the bar on a neutral corner without provoking any further commotion. I didn't drink anything, as someone who was just there to check out the scene; then I went around the place, my masculine self was restored, and then headed home. The places I still have to find myself in, the dangers I run, all in the name of Connie. But she wasn't to blame, last time I made the mistake of calling her and telling her to please tell her friend that I am not interested in a showdown fistfight, but I was in a different state of mind back then and I'm sure all I succeeded in doing was for her to get back to talk to him over the phone on the subject. The guy, like many other people, know only about me what Connie (or many others) have told him, and judging for his reactions these can't possibly be good things. I handled things differently, by not verbally responding to Connie's comment, just a discreet Like on her comment and no midnight call or email alerting her of the situation. She was of no help then, so I learned my lesson. I had no reason going back there, but we men sometimes operate with scarce logic all in the name of pride and honor. That is how I motherfucking roll nowadays. 

If it wasn't for higher levels of testosterone, due to workout sessions that have reduced fat deposits and defined my muscular composition, I would've never done that. Regardless of my new physique, that guy is twice as big, and far more aggressive and knuckle-head than I'd ever be. The type Connie likes. The thing is, I wasn't looking for a fight but for an explanation as to why the guy gets so worked-up around me. This is the guy that had an altercation with my cousin and I am not one to start fights, especially a fight I will not win. But still, I felt powerful enough and cocky enough to walk into the wild side, because otherwise I knew I'd never be able to go to bed just like that. 

I'm gonna sleep like a baby.