the drug dealer
Saturday, February 6, 2010 at 4:31PM 
I was 20, maybe 21 but I think I was 20 - he was 35. He was handsome, sexy, charming and "my type". He was the kind of guy that I met and when I would talk to my best friend I would say, "there is just something about him" - she would later laugh at me when I would say that in years to come - there was always something about "them".
Michael was no different. We met in a normal, non bar way - he came into my work. Seems he had been out of town and used an ATM in a different city and voila! it took more than it should. Since I worked at his home bank he called us to fix his problem and indeed I did. In a matter of a few hours he had been reimbursed and life was good again. Little did I know he would come in a day later, with a dozen red roses to say "thank you". When he walked in my heart stopped. I can still remember, some 20 years later, those blue eyes set against tanned skin with dark hair. The smile could and did light a room - ah, there WAS something about him. Little did I know that something was not good.
We started dating, hanging out with friends, he spoiled me - it was nice. He had money, a good job and was so much fun. He also had a side job, he sold drugs.
I learned this one New Years Eve when we were out with his friends and mine - he excused himself to the facilities and during this time a friend of his asked me, quite pointedly, "do you know what he's doing in there?". Of course I did, he was going to the bathroom! Um, not so quick. She made sure I knew, he was using the bathroom for other purposes - it was his remote office. It all became clear - the money, fast pace, gifts and never ending energy - it all made sense. Cocaine. The words to this song say it best...
If you wanna hang out youve got to take her out; cocaine.
If you wanna get down, down on the ground; cocaine.
She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie; cocaine.
When your day is done and you wanna run; cocaine.
If you got bad news, you wanna kick them blues; cocaine.
She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie; cocaine.
If your thing is gone and you wanna ride on; cocaine.
Don't forget this fact, you can't get it back; cocaine.
She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie; cocaine.
She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie; cocaine.
I would learn more as days and weeks went by. I would find he was running from the law, was dating several other girls and on the verge of a collapse, an emotional collapse.
I decided this was my time to free myself of all this fun and we went in different directions. I would meet up with him in years to come and find he was involved with a friend from jr. high school and she was deep in his web. She had deteriorated due to the drugs and later, she passed away - I am not linking the two in any way, but regardless, it was a sad state of affairs.
What happened to Michael? I have no idea. He could be alive - he could be dead. I've googled him to no avail.
And so, I say, drug dealers are a definite - run don't walk.
Reader Comments (2)
OH MY GOSH!! I totally remember that guy! Wow... that was really bad. And, speaking of which, you need a special catagory for Wednesday & 1/2's.. I've had two this month. The cuter I get (..oh and I am, just ask me...) the more "wed etc" encounters I encounter! WHAT IS THAT!!!!!!! First guy this month...46 years. Two great dates (w/ our kids no less) and Walaa - gone....Where did he go? The second....(20 some guy) cute as a bug....(a really cute bug) Says he digs older soccer moms in black stretch pants...Hey, I could go for that (me and Peg Bundy). Three days of provacative texting...and shambam - gone... Before closing the deal. Where is it they go? How can I become offensive in two to three cumlative hours??? Before I die, I'm going to find out where they go... watch me.
hey girl - you just let me know when you figure it out - we'll write a book on JUST that topic