"I think you better call Tyrone..."

Ugh, I dragged myself out of my best friends house on Monday morning, not wanting to face the reality of heading back to the Big Apple. Everything is just so simple in Maryland not like the harsh realities of NYC, but hey i gotta do what i gotta do, right?

After an eternity I found an empty seat on the crowded train and was seriously ready to jump for joy! I begin putting my bag in the overhead, when I heard a male voice behind me asking if I needed help with it. "Yes please," I replied looking up to find a tall, brown skin dude with slight facial hair looking down at me(he wasn't exactly my Morris Chesnut/Denzel/Borris look alike, but he was cute enough). To my surprise he was sitting in the seat next to me and I knew from that point on it would be an interesting ride back to the city.

Immediately we were engrossed in conversation, he joked with me that I must have a body living in my bag,which could be true as heavy as that ish was. He told me that he was a teacher at a local Brooklyn prep high school and that he was studying to get his Masters at a University in the city. He was fluent in spanish, loved to travel, and adores his big sister (ummmmmm can someone say Amen.) While he was talking I checked out his old school outfit, he was fresh from head to toe, with a brand new pair of jeans (didnt get the designer) a fresh white t-, and a new pair of chucks. He had no jewelry on besides his watch which had just the right amount of "bling" you know not to much, but enough to see its real. He spoke with clarity and passion about his teaching career and the childrens lives that he wanted to change.

I must say its been awhile since I've seen someone around the same age as me care soooooooo much about bettering the community, it almost brought a tear to my eye! He wanted to know all about me as well, what my dreams were, where I wanted to be in five years, he even read me a passage from the book he was reading. When I tell you this brother was deep-he was deep. He shared with me that his favorite artist were Arrested Development, Common, Fred Hammond, and many more. He even let me listen to his favorite Arrested Development song on his mp3 player, (it was something about sunshine) I couldn't concentrate because I was to busy planning how me and my new boo were going to be the Beyonce and Hov of community activism. When the song was over he asked did I like it and of course I lied and said, "yes i loved it!" "Great," he replied..."it doesn't take a whole day to recognize sunshine ya know?" Uhhh, yea I tried not to faint as he smiled at me and said that staring into my eyes. WHEW.

By the time we had arrived in Jersey it occured to us that we never properly introduced ourselves. He stuck his hand out and said that his name was tyrone, I of course couldn't help but giggle thinking of the Erykah Badu song. Confused, he asked me why I was laughing at his name and I told him that I was thinking of the song. He jokingly started singing and I joined in, " I think you better calllllllllllllllllllllll Tyrone...call him!" When we were done our impromptu singing, we exchanged numbers and I couldn't stop smiling thinking that this dude was really someone special.

When the train stopped in NYC he jumped up to grab my bags first and then his. I noticed a huge red shopping and asked him what he'd bought. "Oh, just some gifts for my girl..."

SIGH....

What was the point of all that talking, laughing, and even exchanging numbers? I don't get it...oh well another one bites the dust.