Now I see why men like threesomes.Given my past experience with friends, the number three has always worked in my favor. In the beginning there was Chocolate' (pronounced: Chock-O-la-Tay)! It all started when I began calling my rather pale Hispanic friend White chocolate* (complexion was white, but behavior was a stereo typical reflection of the African American culture). From there the brain child I created led to Dark chocolate (African American friend with a darker complexion) and Milk chocolate (myself, I was right in between the two). I mean we had the air brushed painted shirts, a chant, a calling, I'm talking the whole nine! We were a gang and as geeky as we were, people really dug the idea because it made so much sense! It fit us. We were all different in our respective ways, but we just matched so well together.
Then recently most recent of the a trio was the the Trifecta. Consisting of myself and two college BFF's (who possibly could be the same person). Of course in pairs we're good (as it has been on and off for the past 2 going on 3 years), but when you get all three: we're just too much of a force to be reckoned with!
Then recently most recent of the a trio was the the Trifecta. Consisting of myself and two college BFF's (who possibly could be the same person). Of course in pairs we're good (as it has been on and off for the past 2 going on 3 years), but when you get all three: we're just too much of a force to be reckoned with!
But wait! There's more! There was something very special in the midst of two previous triads. These 3 had no official name like Chocolate' or the Trifecta! We were simply…um, let me say, The Kid, Hurricane and Big Ball of Gas. Yep! We were just know as our names. But you would be hard pressed to find us in pairs. It was the three of us at least 95% of the time (except when we were in college of course). Our friendship came about in a traditional but very fast way. First there was big ball of gas or Dark Chocolate (Yeah, she moved along with me). We both switched schools our junior year of H.S. and there was always this "other" friend she wanted to kick it with. I was like, "Oh heck naw! You're my friend! Who is she?" ( I can be rather jealous and possessive with my friends). So time went by and I got to know this other chick. We hit it off really well. We had some rather deep and somewhat personal (or at least on a high school level) conversations that I think just made me realize "ok, this chick is not that bad". I found myself wanting to kick it with her as well. Next thing you know we're all out hooping together, running around with dudes together, having weekend lunches like real adults and just being us! As you can tell by the title, the three of us aren't that tight anymore and it bothers the hell out of me! I totally get that people are in your life for a reason and/or season but what I think I had with these three was just perfect timing because they will be in my heart for freakin ever! Maybe because I was with them through the rough teenage phases and then my transition into adult hood but I cant get over what we had! It's like your first love. I have plenty of past friends that if I never heard from them again (and some i havent) I could manage. But these two? I just cant shake them. And just like a first love, I want to get over them so I can live a happy life but all I can think about is them from time to time with an emphasis on Hurricane.
Hurricane is just…I don’t know where she is right now...LITTERALLY. The truth is: Big ball of gas can work my nerves sometimes. It's not just her, but me as well. I have low patience with a double dose of high anger and unfortunately, the two don’t mix well. It has caused some problems that eat at me EVERY TIME I think about it! Sadly, I have learned that I need not be around this person so much because I have my own issues to work through. Hurricane on the other hand is just traveling down a different road. I don’t even think I could hitchhike a ride up the street with Hurricane. I guess it bothers me so much because of the deep/weird things I really want to talk about she was the only one who would not only listen but could also relate. We just talked about stuff on another level. I remember one time I said something to her without really saying anything and I don’t know if she really knew what I was getting at, but she gave such great reply to a statement that was never said…just hinted around. That moment blew me away!
Please forgive me for rambling but as far as friendship goes, these girls came the closest to perfection (in my book) as they come! They were athletic (but straight) and attractive with the cute boyfriends and their friends to match. I loved how we (without saying) kicked it with a dude who had better had some cute or at least mad cool homeboys for the other two chicks to kick it with. When we went out, they NEVER talked about other females. Never looked to see what some other chick had on or anything. They didn't give a flying fudge about that stuff. When we went out, it was just us and the dudes we were checking for. Nothing else existed in our heads! We never talked about each other or ANYONE else behind their backs. There is nothing one of us would not say to each others face. And trust me, it happened! We didn't always like it, but oh well. And oh my word! When we hooped? Our chemistry was nothing short of a Aikman, Smith and Irving. I was never a great basketball player but somehow they knew me and I knew them and we made it work. I was like Kobe on the court! No lie! That killed the grown fresh out of jail men we would hoop with at random parks! No conversation was ever too silly or too deep for either of them. We laughed like nobodies business. In most circles I'm seen as the funny one, but with us three, we were equally funny. I BS you not, at any given random moment (usually at the mall or movies), if one of us just yelled out "Angel style", we would all stop and pose just like Destiny Childs on th independent women song! We were never too embarrassed to do that! And somehow we hit a different pose everytime, never duplicating the previous one! If we were criminals, me and ball of gas would be the two simples ones down for whatever and do whatever. Hurricane would be the one to slap some sense into us and tell us, "NO! Whats wrong with you?! You cant do that"! We just worked like no other and I just cant get over it! I love them like the two sisters I never wanted,but would have been really ok with having! I guess maybe I'm just so hung up on them because maybe in the back ( or really closer) of my head I think somehow this "falling apart" is my fault. Now true, "God don’t make no mistakes", but I'm just wondering maybe if I never said what I said, we would still be cool and at least seeing each other once a month?
Please forgive me for rambling but as far as friendship goes, these girls came the closest to perfection (in my book) as they come! They were athletic (but straight) and attractive with the cute boyfriends and their friends to match. I loved how we (without saying) kicked it with a dude who had better had some cute or at least mad cool homeboys for the other two chicks to kick it with. When we went out, they NEVER talked about other females. Never looked to see what some other chick had on or anything. They didn't give a flying fudge about that stuff. When we went out, it was just us and the dudes we were checking for. Nothing else existed in our heads! We never talked about each other or ANYONE else behind their backs. There is nothing one of us would not say to each others face. And trust me, it happened! We didn't always like it, but oh well. And oh my word! When we hooped? Our chemistry was nothing short of a Aikman, Smith and Irving. I was never a great basketball player but somehow they knew me and I knew them and we made it work. I was like Kobe on the court! No lie! That killed the grown fresh out of jail men we would hoop with at random parks! No conversation was ever too silly or too deep for either of them. We laughed like nobodies business. In most circles I'm seen as the funny one, but with us three, we were equally funny. I BS you not, at any given random moment (usually at the mall or movies), if one of us just yelled out "Angel style", we would all stop and pose just like Destiny Childs on th independent women song! We were never too embarrassed to do that! And somehow we hit a different pose everytime, never duplicating the previous one! If we were criminals, me and ball of gas would be the two simples ones down for whatever and do whatever. Hurricane would be the one to slap some sense into us and tell us, "NO! Whats wrong with you?! You cant do that"! We just worked like no other and I just cant get over it! I love them like the two sisters I never wanted,but would have been really ok with having! I guess maybe I'm just so hung up on them because maybe in the back ( or really closer) of my head I think somehow this "falling apart" is my fault. Now true, "God don’t make no mistakes", but I'm just wondering maybe if I never said what I said, we would still be cool and at least seeing each other once a month?
*When mentioned with a flavor it is not Chocolate' but the traditional pronunciation for the word chocolate.
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