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Melon icecream
Sunday. 2.3.13 5:53 pm
If you’ve ever carved a melon, you know that it’s a multi-tiered process. I often channel my inner Christina Yang of Grey's Anatomy whenever I do it – slicing and dicing the outer shell delicately. With the hard shell removed, all you're left with is the subdued sweetness of the honeydew melon you're familiar with from grocery stores -- except it's kinda shaped like an ugly football and not all sliced into actual readily edible pieces. That's when you make like Ninja Turtle Leo slice that mothercanucker in half.

And that’s when the honey doodoo appears – the mass of hard seeds and slimy green gunk in the center of the melon.


You’ve got options on your next move. You can either use a spoon or a scooper to remove all that gunk from the center. Or you can do like Jon and use your bare hands like a dumbass and scoop them out. Either way, you’re essentially gutting the core of the melon, removing the essential components from which that melon came to be, ya know? When when you’re done, you’re left with just the outside fruit – raw, tender, and all gummed up inside.


It’s such a fucking weird dynamic to feel like a carved up melon when you’re going through some foul shit. The entire ride from Richmond, Virginia to Washington, D.C., I carried that emptiness along. That immense loneliness is one I never felt prior to this summer and one I pray I never feel again.


And it wasn’t just the girlie thing, either. Having the supposed love of your life tell you she had a change of heart like a wrestling heel turn left me confused, angry, and profoundly sad. Couple those emotions with the uncertainty I was facing in terms of how I was going to make money, where I would sleep the next night, what I could afford to eat and for how long had me all shook up. Add in the fact that my moms was so upset with my decision to leave my job in politics that she wouldn’t even talk to me.. all this had me feeling like my honey doodoo was removed from within, leaving me raw, tender, and very, very, vulnerable.



By the time I hit union station Amy stood a few feet away from the last step on the escalator, her arms outstretched and hands becoming me near. “C’mon, bud. You look…” she hesitates, looking me over as I lumber toward the 4’10, 100 lbs pale woman in front of me. Amy, myself, and a collection of other individuals all lived together in D.C. three years back or so. She’s one of the few that I routinely kept in touch with so when I called her earlier that day and filled her in on my predicament, she told me to just come.

“Awful, I know,” I say for her. I moved my luggage to the side when I was close to her, and kind of just.. dove into her arms. I reckon it was a particularly interesting sight – me being a giant black man and her the exact opposite, - her consoling me like that. I buried my forehead into the space between her neck and shoulder, let my arms move across her back, and dug my fingers into the fabric of her deep red coat, grasping and clawing at the first solid show of love I’d seen in a minute.


“Well, you’re here now, Nom-Nom… let’s go get some food, yeah? My treat. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go – promise!”

“…I want to go to Wafflehouse,” I say despite knowing that there ain’t no damn waffle house in all of D.C.

“Well.. except for there, Nommers.”

“Oh, that’s okay.. I’m used to women breaking promises to me. I mean, that’s all they ever really do, you know? I mean, one day they’re saying they love you and want to spend the rest of their lives with you and the next they go PSYCHE! Or—“

“Alright, let’s set some ground rules. You get one – maybe two – of those a day while you stay with me. Deal? Now, what do you want to eat?”

Not only do I give her a nod of acquiescence, but I also managed to smile at her joke before I answered.


“I want ice cream. Lots of it.”

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8 Comments.


Now I want melon.
» randomjunk on 2013-02-03 06:23:32

Not sure what you mean
it's non-demoninational, if that's what you're asking.
» middaymoon on 2013-02-03 07:30:22

That is definitely not how I cut melons. Good on her for setting rules.
» Unicornasaurus on 2013-02-03 08:07:12

I want Ice cream >.<
» Midnight on 2013-02-03 08:33:19

Your friend is really nice.. And setting ground rules are good, you know when to stop and she doesn't need to bottle it all up when she has hit the limit of your whining.

I want ice-cream too!!

Re: Ah.. I didn't realise that it was some time ago but it's good to know that you are better now =)
» Nuttz on 2013-02-04 06:18:34

I enjoy your writing very much.
Man. Dammit.

-hug-
» dont-see on 2013-02-04 09:21:15

I enjoy your writing very much.
Man. Dammit.

-hug-
» dont-see on 2013-02-04 09:22:21

It's disheartening to know there's no Waffle House in DC. There aren't any here either, it's my nightmare.

I hope things get better for you. I'm glad you're with a supportive and understanding friend.
» Amelie on 2013-02-04 12:07:59

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