The Waiting Period!

You know when you first meet a guy and everything seems cool? He has a great personality and sense of humor? You meet for after-work drinks or Saturday/Sunday brunch, and you think, this could be do-able? But you all know, that there is the infamous . . . . . . WAITING PERIOD.

The Waiting Period is when you get to see the real person behind the facade, after the first few dates. In the beginning everyone is on their best behavior and each person is trying to impress one another. Whether it is your great sense of humor or the first time that you have sex. It is all about trying to hide your flaws until you are really comfortable around each other. Then you get to see, the real person that you are dating.

My friend Celia recently experienced the Waiting Period. Celia is 30 year old owner of a successful event planning company - Emily Rose Presents! She is what most Black men would call your ghetto-fabulous bombshell! The round the way girl with all the sass and toughness that a thug could want, with the all the class and attitude of Wall Street. Celia was always turning the heads of men, standing at five feet nine inches tall, sandy blonde hair, rich caramel skin complextion and very voluptuous hourglass figure; it was hard for them not to notice her.

Celia recently started dating Ronald a Fed-Ex Driver. Celia's office was part of Ronald's routine deliveries and package pick-ups for commerical businesses. Celia was always a sucker for men in uniform, and on this hot July afternoon in New York, Ronald was definitely refreshing after a turmoils of the morning. With a smile or two over the next week, Ronald finally asked Celia out for a date.

Everything was going well, Celia and Ronald had been seeing each other for the past three weeks. After a long night of partying at BED -NY and a few too many grey goose and pineapple juice cocktails along with soca-lime shots; Ronald and Celia ended the night at Celia's apartment in Clinton Hill, Brooklyn. The sex was great and Ronald even offered to make Celia breakfast in bed. How wonderful she thought! An incredibly handsome black man, in great shape, no chest hair, wonderful tongue action and he can cook! Oh Shit! I've won the damn New York Lottery!

Celia and Ron feasted on a wonderful breakfast of salmon croquettes, cheese grits and mimosas; that lead to an extended morning in bed. Celia decided that she needed to start her day of completing week-end errands. As she past the bathroom she overheard Ronald talking, actually having a complete conversation. Celia shrugged off the strange sensation and thought that he must be talking on his cell phone while on the toilet. Oh the weird things that men do.

Over the next few weeks, Celia and Ronalds week-end became routine with a wild nights of partying on Thursday or Friday; then Ronald making a great breakfast in bed and followed by another round of great sex. Celia became more aware that whenever Ronald was over and in the bathroom, he had really in depth conversations. Celia, started wondering was she sleeping with Dr. Jekell and Mr. Hyde?

Celia finally asked Ron over dinner who he was talking to in the bathroom? Ronald seemed a bit puzzled by her question. Celia mentioned that she had noticed that he would have a telephone conversations in bathroom every week-end. Suddenly Ronald, understood and told Celia that he wasn't talking on the phone in bathroom . . . he was talking to himself! Apparently it helped Ron talk out loud to think through difficult situations. The act helped to relieve stress, if he approached them from a point view that he was discussing the issue with a friend and what better friend than himself?? At end of dinner, Celia's Waiting Period was over with Ron!

The next few days were strained for Celia at the office because Ronald was her Fed-Ex delivery guy and would often see him twice a day. However experiencing several uncomfortable days, Celia decided to change the daily operations of the office; after all she could do it, she owned the company. Starting on Thursday all deliveries were to be dropped off and picked-up in the warehouse, and then the interns would be responsible for sorting the mail. That was Celia's answer to the waiting period.