The Guy across the Street…
I lived right across the street from the boy of my dreams and even though our houses were in walking distance of one another, till this day I am convinced that he had no idea that I was even alive. He had a regal name, but he was a little ghetto with just enough intelligence to make seem very mysterious. He was very tall for his age, and so very handsome.
I remember the first time he accidentally left his bedroom window open after he’d come home from football practice. He must have been just getting out of the shower when I noticed this mishap. Water glistened all over his well-toned body and although momma always taught me not to stare, I could not turn away.
A white towel was the only thing he had on and I just had to see how long that towel would manage to remain wrapped around his frame. He turned with his back facing the window for a moment to put a record on to play. This is when I moved in a little closer to see, because, I had never seen a guy up that close half-dressed before, but even at 14 years old, it sure was something I knew I’d never have a problem getting used of.
Back then, Licensed to Ill by The Beasty Boys was the hottest album out and NO he didn’t so happen to play track #9, my favorite “Paul Revere”. Soon as the music began he started mimicking the group member. They we so wild.
“♫♫♫ Now here’s a little story, I’ve got to tell
about three bad brothers, you know so well.”
This was the show of a lifetime, I thought as that towel was getting looser and looser. I stood there watching not knowing if I wanted to see the performance more than I wanted to see what was underneath that towel.
“♫♫♫ It started way back in history with
Adrock, M.C.A., and me, Me Mike D!”
After that line, he began acting like he was scratchin turn tables, but I scratched my head a little embarrassed that I hadn’t turned away yet.
“♫♫♫ The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin’ hot, the beer is getting flat
I was lookin’ for a girl, I ran into a guy
His name is M.C.A., I said, “Howdy”, he said, “Hi”
Still staring in disbelief, I almost lost it in a full out laugh when he waved his hands on that “howdy” and “hi” parts of the song. I remember that part so perfectly, because soon as he waved “HI” that’s when that towel dropped.
“♫♫♫ We stepped into the wind, he had a gun, I had a grin
You think this story’s over but it’s ready to begin”
Yep, he kept right on rappin as if he wasn’t standing there butt-booty-naked! I stood there in awe that God could create a human so perfectly. I have never believed that black folks as dark as me could blush, but I am MOST sure I did that day with plush reds and shimmers of gold. I got to see a different side of the boy I thought I was in love with!
In remembering all this, there is one thing that has ALWAYS puzzled even to this very day. I strictly remember the boy with the noble name looking right at me when he recited that “howdy” part of the song and I know full well that there was no way he could have seen me watching him.
Although this childhood crush has been put to rest eons ago, I will always have this question in mind…
“Did he see me?”
♫♫♫ The Beasty Boys – Paul Revere – http://youtu.be/tEM3dW2oWW4
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