Page 19 of Virgo Type Sh*t
I would do just that too. I knew that my man was very close with his family like I was with mine. That was one of the things that I liked about him. It was clear that he was very family oriented. He made it known around about day five that he wanted as many children as God allowed his wife to carry. I was an only child, and he had one brother, but T.J. wanted at least four kids. I wasn’t sure if that was something that I could do.
We enjoyed our dinner for another couple of hours before we all parted ways. Since dinner was at T.J.’s parents’ house tomorrow, I told him that I would spend the night at his place tonight. Like the girls mentioned, his home was so nice. You would have never known that it was a manufactured home. He lived in North Charleston, which wasn’t too far from where my apartment complex was, but it was far enough.
“Man, why do you drive so slow?” T.J. asked the second I opened his front door, and my feet crossed the threshold. He looked down at the watch on his wrist. “E don’t take that damn long to get from Galiana’s house.”
I stared at him blankly as my mind played out the different responses and how he would react. I closed the door after my mind settled on my response. I started my trek to his bedroom. “It doesn’t take that long for you to stay off my nerves either. Oh look, you’re there though.”
“Aye, Meek! That Virgo shit is gonna get yo’ ass beat da fuck up!” His hard footsteps closed in on me.
Before I could get into the bedroom, he scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder. “Tum! Put me down!” My laughter betrayed me when I wanted to have an attitude.
“Nah, ain’t no put you down,” he said. His hand smacked my ass hard. “I thought you told me the other day that y’all Virgosare built for the tough shit. Well, let’s see if you can take this tough dick.”
Last week, he randomly brought up astrological signs. It confused me when he asked what my sign was because he already knew that my birthday was August 27th. I knew he was a cancer because of his July 10th birthday. He didn’t know my sign when he knew when my birthday was, so that told me that he wasn’t into the whole astrological thing. When I told him that I was a Virgo, he huffed like he knew what the hell that meant.
I laughed when he told me that some little bitch that Casey dated told him that I would be a handful if I was a Virgo. There were too many questions that I had, to focus on what the girl said. First thing first was why the fuck did I come up in conversation around a bitch I didn’t know. More importantly, why did her ass have an opinion on me?I will slap that bitch.
Once we got past that conversation, everything became about how Virgos had smart ass mouths. I wasn’t sure what else he said after that because I zoned out. Our conversation did end with me telling him that Virgos were built for tough shit. “Virgos are built for tough shit, so that tough dick ain’t gonna be a problem.”
Dinner With The Burkes . . .
“Mekole, you so beautiful, baby,” Mrs. Roslyn, T.J.’s mother, complimented. She had rained me with compliments since I got here. It made me wonder what kind of women she was used to her son bringing around.
I smiled brightly as I put the last spoonful of green beans in the serving dish. I was excited about dinner because she cooked a good ole country menu. Nothing on the menu was healthy. She found a way to make the green beans unhealthy with the beef bouillon and ham hock meat. My thick ass thighs needed nothing else to help them become thicker, but I was about to eat everything. Galiana introduced me to red rice not long after I got here, and I was addicted.
“Thank you, Mrs. Rosyln. You are beautiful as well.” I walked the now empty pot over to the sink to wash it. “Thank you so much for inviting me to dinner. I had Sunday dinners with my parents every week when I lived in New Mexico. I miss my parents.”
Mrs. Rosyln came to my side. She wore a beautiful smile when my gaze landed on her. “Well, I ain’t ya mama, but I here if you wanna come sit wit’ me ta get da mama feeling. I ain’t got no girls, but I always said I woulda been a good girl mama.”
Her invitation meant more to me than she would ever know. It was hard being so far away from my mom and dad. I thought that it would be easier because Fiona was here, but it wasn’t. “Thank you. I will keep your invitation in mind. If T.J. keeps me around long enough, I plan to definitely take you up on that.”
Her face contorted into the tightest expression. “Wha’ you mean if he keep you ’round? Girl, I know you here fa good because you here. I tol’ my sons when they been young, don’t bring no fast ass girl ’round here. I only wanna meet the one that ga be here.” She bumped into my shoulder with hers. “Guess what? You da only one I met from T.J.”
The shock temporarily froze me.I’m the first girl that he brought home!That was hard for me to believe, or was it? Tumnus Jethro was a complexly, simple man. He was a man that was simple because he knew what he wanted and had no problems making that known. He was complex because it didn’tseem like it would take much to tip his scale to the scary T.J. that I’d heard about around the plant.
We finished putting the food in the serving dishes and on the cart that she had, to roll them out to the dining room. T.J., his father Jethro, and his brother O.J. were in the den watching television. O.J. and T.J. could have passed for twins because they looked so much alike. The biggest difference between the two was that O.J. was a little cleaner cut and wore his hair in locs. He also didn’t have neck and facial tattoos, but he had hand tatts from what I saw today.
It didn’t take long to set the table before we called the men in to eat. T.J. wrapped his arms around me when he came into the room and put his face into my neck to kiss it. I giggled as I tried to push him off me. “Tumnus, stop.”
“Damn, Bro! You must love her. She outcha callin’ you Tumnus and you not flippin’, fool,” his brother, O.J., teased.
Mrs. Rosyln sucked her teeth. “Odafin, shut up! I can’t wait till you bring a woman ’round here who can call you by ya first name instead of ya lil abbreviation.”
Welp, there was nothing else that you could say to that comment. We all sat, said grace, then serving dishes started to be passed around. The first thing that I wanted was some red rice, and T.J. knew that. That was the first dish that he passed to me.
After everyone’s plate was full and we’d taken some bites, the conversations started. There was an array of them, but I waited for the right topic to emerge with hopes that I could broach what I really wanted to discuss. As if he knew my heart, Mr. Jethro asked how I liked working at the plant.They always say that God provides.
“I love it so much! Everyone is amazing, and I get to do what I love,” I raved. “Oh, T.J., Kasha told me that she enrolled to an electrician program at Trident Technical College. We need morewomen in the field, especially black women.” After they told me that was what was up, I took a breath. “The new model that we just got in is so gorgeous that I think I am going to purchase one and lay down some roots.”
Beingin a relationship with Mekole was a challenge. I loved her personality, including the feistiness. Most dudes would call it a smart-ass mouth. On a different female I would as well. On Mekole everything hit differently even that smart-ass mouth.
Most of the time when she got loose with her lips, I called her out on it. She would tell mefuck you. That was exactly what the fuck I did. I cleaned that mouth out with this nut.
On top of the mortuary that my brother managed and franchised through Galiana’s family, he owned a corner store that had a country type kitchen setup. My mother was the main cook, and there were two other women, who were my mama’s friends, who cooked as well. It was a local neighborhood hangout. Dope boys may have hung out there, but they wereforbidden to sell anything on the premises. They knew we meant that shit and didn’t test the waters to avoid being put in the waters.
A lil bit ago, I was out there chilling with my brother and some chick that he fucked on from time to time. She was one of thosemother of the earth, the universe knows alltype of females. My brother and I were talking about how shit was going between Mekole and me. Naturally, I talked about her smart mouth. The earth mother chick started to rant about astrological signs and shit. She was certain that my baby was a Virgo. She kept sayingthat’s Virgo type shit.
I had never been into that type of shit, but I went down a rabbit hole about Virgo females. When I read about them, I felt like everywhere that it saidthe Virgo woman, it really said Mekole. It described her almost to a tee, with a few variations. I also researched my sign and how it meshed with Mekole’s sign. It was very interesting information. Now when she did certain things, all I could think or say was,that’s that Virgo type shit.
