The Smith Diaries: Tales of a Womanizer Entry 2

My best friend and I began our relationship almost 5 years ago in our college dormitory in Brooklyn,NY. At first we didn’t speak to each other, but it was hard not to recognize him. His exotic features made him stand out with his caramel skin, dark eyes, natural wavy hair, and striking resemblance to a middle eastern terrorist. I myself was a reserved girl from Long Island who flew under the radar. So at the time he would’ve noticed me anyway.

I remember how he was the topic of female conversations due to him being posted on the girls floor every evening. Smith among others would stand outside the girls community shower to catch a glimpse of the female they wanted to pursue. It was quite perverted but the female’s loved the attention. As I reflect upon that time I realize that women have always haunted our friendship. His man whoring ways grew to be uncontrollable even for him.

Meanwhile in my memories I think fondly of how our friendship grew from basically nothing.My best friends demons didn’t occur to me during the beginning of our friendship. His playful energy is what bought us together. Our conversations usually happened over him rolling a blunt for me after his roommate who was a classmate of mine, told me he would.

I would knock on his door and say “hey can you roll this for me” his reply”you know it’s mid term week right”? “Please “! I said. “Fine” said Smith. It’s almost like he had a soft spot for me early on and would submit to my requests just like he does today(sometimes:)Throughout our semesters together we danced at parties, had dorm room get togethers, smoked weed in his bathroom, and he playfully smacked my butt every time he saw me. We were indeed meant to be best friends, even if the world saw it as something else; our bond is unlike no other and unexplained.

The first time I felt the abandonment of my best friends deceptions was in the summer of 2008 when he began dating Dajarie. I saw her from time to time in our dorm during summer but had no idea Smith had taken interest in her. She was African American with a burnt cinnamon complexion, slender, wide set nose, dark eyes, full lips and glasses.

She wasn’t someone I would consider good enough for Smith but he had fallen for her and dropped me. His calls stopped, his Facebook messages, and our quality time became non existent. I felt ignored and was conflicted on whether our friendship was real. I had no knowledge of his new girlfriend and I felt unimportant in his life. Why would he leave me out of something so important?

As I scanned Facebook, I began seeing their pictures together, my eyes watered as I saw their Dominican Republic photos and his relationship status saying “married”. Smith was living a whole new life that apparently our friendship didn’t fit into. This left me crushed. I felt like I lost a friend and was puzzled why I had no parts in his new life. At this point we stopped speaking for almost a year.

During that year I witnessed his life through social networking. I harbored a dislike for him and felt embarrassed to think he cared about me let alone a friendship. Great things were happening in my life including moving into an apartment with a old college friend who decided to throw a housewarming. As I looked over the invitations I hesitated to send him one but decided to anyway. He quickly responded with a “not attending” and which opened an old wound. I quickly abandoned my feelings and whispered “asshole” as I saw his response.

As I prepared for the big party I received a call from a number I didn’t recognize, “Hello” I said the voice on the other end said “I miss you, do you know who this is”? I listened closely but couldn’t make out the voice then the voice said “its Smith I heard your having a party tonight, mind if I come”? I quickly said “of course” and he made his way over to my apartment.

My feelings were in limbo as I awaited his arrival at my apartment. He walked up my walkway with a piece of fried chicken in his hand, I couldn’t help but to laugh at his Tye die t-shirt,light blue jeans, and key chain necklace. He also chopped his hair off and sported a buzz cut. When I saw him I automatically forgave him for his wrongs and embraced him. He then explained his break up with Dajerie, apologized, and conveyed his need for my friendship. He asked me about my roommate who was an attractive Hip Hop dancer. She was someone he’d already knew from our college days.

I immediately knew she was on his radar and grew suspicious of his agenda. He never knew that she told me they made out a few times back in our college days , but after countless attempts to sleep with her, Smith felt rejected when she refused. She told me he began spreading rumors about her and made everyone hate her. Since Smith was popular and everyone loved him, people believed him and my roommates reputation went sour. This was the first sign of my best friends deceptions and lies. I chose to ignore them for my own selfish purposes.

As the night began and ended, I felt incredibly happy he was there and even more happy that he apologized to my roommate for his wrong doing. We had a great time taking photos, having drinks, and catching up. Towards the end of the night I noticed my best friend was missing, I knew he would have told me he was leaving so I couldn’t help but to look for him.

The trash needed to be taken out so I decided to make a trash run and give him a call. As I walked down my buildings staircase and into the breezy night I noticed a dark figure to the right of me, as I slowly turned the corner , my eyes didn’t catch up to my mind as I watched my best friend seductively kissing my roommate…

to be continued …