A Picture's Worth, Pt. 3 of 3
PLEASE NOTE: This is Part Three of a three-part post, if you don’t want to be completely confused; I suggest you read PART ONE and PART TWO first before proceeding any further.

As I waited on the desolate platform, I did everything within my power to stay awake because I was dead tired. I had to keep moving around just to stop myself from falling asleep and potentially landing on the tracks. I still couldn’t believe April gave me the boot and had me troopin' all the way to Queens at this time of night. I mean, she told me about her "no male sleepovers" rule before, but it was only like 12 o'clock last time and I troop from BK at that hour all the time. If I had known she was gonna stick to her guns, I would’ve just gave her the poster and bounced earlier instead of chillin’ until three in the morning. But since I hadn't seen her in a week, I wanted to enjoy some alone time together. Still, I was kinda tight at this extended commute—the next train didn't come ’til almost an hour later.
I transferred to the R train at Atlantic Avenue and took that all the way to 34th Street to catch the F train. (Yup, I had to go through Manhattan just to get to Queens). Needless to say, it was a good hour and a half later before I finally walked in my crib at about 5:30 in the morning. I ripped off my clothes hopped in the bed and pulled the covers over my head so I could fight off the morning sun rays that would be creeping through my blinds in a few hours.

Later that afternoon I emerged from my slumber, checked my phone and saw a text from April, who wanted to see if I made it home safe and thank me again for the poster. The sweet gesture wiped away most of the animosity I had in the heat of the moment. I called April a little later to let her know how long my commute was and vowed to her that I would never make that late night journey again. If I ever wound up at her house again either she was going to have to break her couch rule or I was just gonna have to break out sooner. Needless to say, she held her ground and I never saw the inside of her apartment or her couch again.
If you can't tell by now (or from her comments yesterday:), April and I didn't work out. A few months later she drew her line in the sand and told me I was a real sweet guy and she enjoyed my company, but I just wasn't her type. I had some fatal flaw that to this day she won't reveal. Despite all of that, though, we were friends prior to hanging out romantically and remained so after the end of our unfulfilled courtship. (Hopefully, this blog series didn't damage that friendship).
FLASH FORWARD: During a friendly dinner many moons later, April and I somehow wound up talking about the past and the night of my two-hour wait outside her crib came up. We were discussing relationships and April brought up this former flame that had been igging her for months and how he’d been pestering her about getting back together. (EDIT NOTE: I can't actually recall the specific reason she gave, but I know it involved another dude. So I employed slight creative license to the specifics of April's lateness.)
"That was actually the reason I was late that night you came to my house last winter," she confessed.
"Oh, so that’s who your ‘meeting’ was with,” I smirked. “I knew something wasn't right about that night. You was acting mad suspect."
"I'm sorry. He wasn't anyone to worry about anyway. We've been over. He was just in town for the holidays and wanted to see me. Then he sprung all this I-wanna-get-back-together stuff but I wasn't trying to hear it."
"If it was nothing, then why'd you act all shady about it?"
"Because I didn't want to talk about it anymore and I didn't feel it was something you and I had to discuss."
"But you could have given me some kinda explanation for having me wait outside for over an hour with a gift for you."
"But why'd you even come to my house without speaking to me? You were supposed to call me and actually speak to me before just coming over. Who does that?"
"Okay, you're right. I just figured since we made plans earlier in the day and you said your 'meeting' would be done way before six, you'd be home. Whatever the case, you shrugging me off about the whole thing was wack and then you sent me home at like three in the morning."
"I told you a long time ago, I don't let boys sleep over."
"That's the thing, I'm a man.”
“But you were never my man.”
[Laughs] "Okay, you got that. But you acting like I was gonna attack you if you let me sleep on your couch. We've known each other for a minute, April, and you know I wouldn’t do nothing like that. Like I always say, I don’t go no where I’m not invited."
"Well, that didn't stop you from coming to my house without confirming. And you thought just because you brought me a gift—which I appreciate dearly—that I was gonna break my own house rules to let you sleep on the couch? Negro, please, I've heard that one before."
"You know what? That's not even what got me mad—it's the fact you never gave me a straight answer about why you were late. You just shrugged it off."
"Sorry you feel that way, but I just had an emotionally draining conversation and then I find out you're in front of my house without talking to me. I just didn't want to talk about anything. I just wanted a nice glass of wine to calm my nerves."
“See, I didn't know all that, because you didn't tell me anything. All this time I just thought you were being a brat.”
"Maybe I should have told you why I was late, but at the time, I just felt it wasn’t that big of a deal and didn’t want to spend the next two hours talking about him.”
“Just like I didn’t want to spend two hours out in the cold or on the train trying to get home.”
“No one told you come by unannounced or to wait outside all that time. Negro, that was on you."
[Laughs] "Yeah, yeah, yeah, but that still didn't mean you had to kick me off the couch," I said with a smile.
Shaking her head at me, April huffed back, "Come on, Ans, just let it go already.”
With the truth finally out, that's exactly what I did. I let go of those emotions and the dinner fork I had been gripping ever so tightly as our conversation got more heated. By time I loosened my vice grip around the silverware, I looked down at my unclenched hand and all I could see in my palm was the color purple.
Fin.
So what are peoples take on this story? Was I wrong for heading to April's crib without talking to before I headed over? Did she owe me an excuse after I waited outside her crib for all that time? Or was she right; I wasn't her man so her whereabouts were none of my business? What about April’s rule about not letting “boys” stay over? Should she have kicked me out at three in the morning just because of some rule about guys staying over? Or was it foul to give the boot to someone you knew for a while? Should I have taken my gift back when I got kicked or would that have been petty?
Speak your piece…

EPILOGUE: Based on yesterday's comments, I see that this series appeared to ruffle a few feathers and I apologize for offending April. I write about the crazy/interesting things that happen in my life and that's my choice, but in telling my stories I inadvertently include my friends who don't generally have a say in the matter. Most times, they take the name changes and creative license I take in recounting these adventures with a grain of salt, but sometimes salt can sting. April, hopefully now that the series is complete you can see where I was going with it and we're still cool. Commenters, discuss my version of events amongst yourselves and be mindful that real people are attached and might be reading. Until tomorrow, NWSO.
UPDATE: Click HERE for Pt. 4
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