Me and JB Peterson

Me and JB PETERSON

I envisioned a man named J.B. Peterson for myself on February 18, 2016. After several attempts at trying to find a man that could or would be able to complete my expectations, Mr. Peterson was a man whom if brought into my fictional mine.

Mr. Peterson is a tall Black Man in his late seventies with a bald head, and a small mustache, a wonderful smile, and dimples that you can put nickels in. He has a walk that was not so much a swagger, but of a strong confidence. Now that he is out of retirement he is a self made man of substance in which he has set up an IT office in his office to take care of his own finances. become a mentor.

Twice divorced, with grown children, he lives alone in a very comfortable setting and is seeking a women who will be able to understand what he’s trying to do as a community leader/activist with his program, but a women who will also be able to bring to the table his wants, needs and be able to enjoy and loves to dance!

He loves R&B, Jazz and Old School music also quiet moments by himself, which, I truly understand, but there are times that he wished he could have some female companionship to enjoy his sometimes by himself existence.(by his choice of course).

So, Mr. Peterson decides to go against his instincts and go on the BlackChritsianSenior chat line. He has reservations about it, but he decides to venture into the world of online dating anyway. He looks over the profiles very carefully and nothing is catching his interest. Just before he shuts down his computer, he get a hit from a woman who shares exactly his ideals in what he is looking for! BINGO! He’s hit pay dirt a woman, who maybe able to bring to the table what he looking for?

He answers the flirt and reads her online profile description and her picture says it all.! He not only finds her attractive but they have something in common. She has also been married twice before, with grown children, and no grandchildren. She is a self sustaining women and comes with all the qualifications that he’s seeking. He decides to go for it and sends her a wink back. Now mind you they are in different states, but that’s all good too, because each has stated, that they don’t want to be too close to anyone they have not met yet. As they both agree that in this world you must be very careful of whom you share your information with.

They start off talking very slowing exchanging information on a limited basis about themselves and make arrangements to meet with each other. After three weeks of dialogue they decide to meet. Both of them have agreed to meet in a neutral area on neutral grounds in a public place.

Mr. Peterson lives in CT, she lives in NYC this could work. So Mr. Peterson asked if she would come to CT? She is somewhat reluctant but agrees. She makes sure that all of her bases are covered, meaning her children and her sibling knows where she is going, and being a former police auxiliary officer, she reaches out to some of the officers that she met while training who also reside in CT.(just in case ) lol!!

Me and JB PETERSON

Mr. Peterson has made dinner reservations for the restaurant at a place of distinction and not at the Hotel where I am staying. He sends me directions and the place is elegant. It’s buy the water but it’s enclosed. They have a local Jazz playing and the lights are just seductive enough.

As I enter into the restaurant, I do my sauntering to the table (looking at myself in every mirror of course, last looks). And as I approach, my insides are churning, as the most handsome man, with the most charming smile, and those dimples you can put nickels in is there waiting for me. He’s about 6”3 maybe more, he is dress like he just stepped out of GQ and he hands me the most beautiful bouquet of yellow roses, with an orchid inside! He’s spared no expense and has taken attention to every detail.

We greet each other with an exchange of a warm hug which is so endearing, that small embrace says it all. (Be careful girl, this man is dangerous)! He pulls out my chair takes off my wrap and on the side is a bottle of a very expensive bottle of wine/champagne chilled and ready. Because this is our first meeting, I want to keep a clear head, and not drink too much.

As we wait for the waiter, we just start to talk and laugh as if we have known each other all of our lives. We talk about this online dating and how at this stage in our life that we doing this, and also you never know what to expect when you meet someone for the first time. During this time we share our views and ideas of life circumstances and what so many people expect from us. We order dinner and continue to talk incessantly, as the night wears on.

After dinner, I tell him that I must leave and get back to my room for a publisher’s Zoom Call meeting the next morning. As we are waiting for the Valet to bring his car around course it’s a Mercedes fully loaded SUV!!. This does not impress me as much as he may have thought, as he could have pulled up in VW and I would have still been happy with him. My car pulls up next, my old 2010 Madza that's paid for with only 60,000 miles on it) he of course opens my door and before we depart we look at each as if saying we don’t want this night to end, end leans into my window and gives me the warmest, but sensuous kiss, you know the kind, one that will leave you with a lasting thought. He tells me to be careful driving to make sure I call or text him once I get back to the Hotel.

ME AND JB PETERSON

As I drive away, I can see him in my rearview, he’s just standing there to see me off safely. I put on my music smooth jazz of course, and wonder if this could be something I would like to happen again.

About ten minutes into the drive he texts me. I wait until I get back to the hotel before I answer him back. My usual upon arriving home is to get out of my clothes, wash my makeup off, put on my music and then my PJ’s and get another nightcap before I fall asleep. But tonight as I lay in bed, all I can think about is JB. It’s about 1pm when my phone rings again and it’s JP, checking on me once again. Apologizes for the lateness of the call, I explain its okay, as my publisher calls me at all hours...lol

The sound of his voice has me mesmerized. He tells me how much he enjoyed our evening and we talk until about 3am. I told him that we both have to get some sleep and if it’s okay if we pick up where we left off tomorrow, he obliges, but not before telling me that he has not felt like he has in quite some time. I told him with my smart laughter that he will get over it...lol...he laughs and I blow him a kiss goodnight.

I cannot go back to sleep, I toss and turn thinking about this man and what he has awoken in my sprit to make me feel like a school girl all over again? Then reality sets in and lets be get back to the real (Zeni) you know you have been down this road before, don’t’ go getting stupid), be careful take it easy baby steps.

I awake to a warm sun on my face and lay in bed still thinking about JB Peterson WOW! Could this be what I have been looking for all my life in these later years? They don’t come like this anymore; neither do they make men like this anymore. Being retired allows me to sleep in late so I lay there a little longer when my phone rings at 8am. I look at the caller ID hoping it’s my publisher with some good news about a new project, but low and behold it’s JB. I say to myself this man is really on a mission, but I must also be careful, he could be stalker or a serial killer for all I know. I let go into voicemail, and he leaves me the most endearing message. He tells me that he has not been able to sleep as I have been on his mind also, and could we meet somewhere for breakfast. I relent somewhat, as I am waiting for my publisher to call, but then I say to myself, what the hell why not?

I call him back an accept his breakfast invite. I told him I would be there in about an about. He texts detailed instructions again, and do I decide to see what he’s really about. I get dressed down. Nice simple top, ripped jeans, sandals, NO MAKEUP, and no wig, just a baseball cap. This way he will see me in my natural and let him make a decision for himself!

ME AND JB PETERSON

Thank God this place is not too far and is very simple and modest. As I pull up to this coffee shop, he’s standing outside waiting for me, he’s himself is dressed down, but as handsome as ever. We both look good not matter what we wear. We have a wonderful breakfast and rehash our dinner conversation, and the laughter is so overwhelming and sincere it’s joyous!

As I start to leave to get back to my car, he approaches and as always the gentleman, opens the car door, but his time he grabs me in those wonderful arms of his and with the warmest kiss on my mouth that I have not enjoyed in a long time! His tongue caressed the bottom of my lips and surrounded my mouth with such succulence, my legs felt like they were going to go from underneath me. He then kissed my face, my cheeks and then my forehead. I was DONE!! (Of course I held my composure), I did not want him to feel my vulnerability, but I didn’t pull back either! I sort of enveloped into those wonderful arms of his and let my feeling flow.

He wants to meet with me again next week, so he can take me to a mentorship project event that he will be speaking at. I will let him know, as we are still in the early stages of courtship, and I also don’t want to seem too eager. But the way things ended with us today...who knows..

To Be Continued……