Thursday, November 3, 2011

I Remember...

Sometimes something so small can bring evoke a memory. For me, it's the smell of Nag Champa or Egyptian Musk or Sandalwood or whatever scent it was that Armstrong wore.

And whenever I smell that pungent body oil I remember how I met Armstrong, a friend of a friend I met one day while cutting school. I remember how deep his voice was. Too deep for him to call my house since I was thirteen and he was seventeen. I remember my mother forbidding me to see him since he was older and most likely sexually experienced.

I remember how I ignored my mother's warning and saw Armstrong anyway.  We lived in the same neighborhood, he went to my neighborhood high school and I was bound to see him again anyhow. I remember how cute he was... light skin, curly hair, big brown eyes, full pink lips, and dimples.

I remember how he invited me to his house one Sunday. I ate my first vegetarian meal since his family were strict vegans. I remember how I met every one in his home since they all sat down and ate together (My family only did this on holidays.) I remember this was the first time I heard Black people speaking German because his grandfather was German. I remember after the meal when we sat in front of his house and kissed. I remember sitting in between his legs. He lived on the same block where they shot the opening scene of the movie Maid in Manhattan. I remember how he removed the earrings from my left ear, all three earrings. I remember how he whispered in my left ear with that deep voice of his. I remember how he licked my left ear from the lobe to the helix, the scapha, concha, external meatus, tragus and everywhere in between. I remember how he bent my ear and licked right in the back... you know... right there. I remember how he blew on my ear to dry it. I remember how other parts of me could not be blown dry. I remember how he put back all three of my earrings. I remember thinking that my mother's concerns of me being thirteen and dating someone seventeen were on point.

I remember asking one guy who wore that same fragrance what the name was but for some reason I cannot remember that - just its sweet, lingering scent. Every time I smell it, which is every once in a while, I remember that Sunday afternoon. That was over twenty years ago and I remember that like it was yesterday...

6 comments:

KayC, The Quiet Storm said...

I bet you do remember! ;-)

Funny how a scent or something so small can trigger a memory in such detail that it almost physically takes us back to that exact moment in time.

Just Kel said...

I actually saw Armstrong a couple of years ago and he had not changed a bit. I thought (since I had changed a lot) that he wouldn't recognize me but he did. I appreciated that.

His voice is still deep and he's still so damned handsome and he still had the same effect on me that he had when I was 13.

He gave me his number but I never called...

Just Kel said...

Yes KayC! Something so small can trigger something so big. It just shows how vivid some memories are...

Mizrepresent said...

Girl, i could see you! lol! It's funny how the smallest of things trigger memories that last a lifetime. Creative folks have it bad, sounds, sights, and scents can send us tripping down memory lane. Your memory evoked one of my own, of Sherlock. He was also 17 and i 13. He was also lightskinned, and had the softest cheeks i could ever remember. He smelled so good and held me so gently while dancing to "The Isley Brothers", "Make Me Say It Again". Thats a long record and i just remember how i felt like the luckiest girl in the world that he picked me to dance with.

Just Kel said...

@Miz... Wow @ our guys & the similarities.

Somehow I can see your memory and I'm singing in my head... You're all I need (Ah, yes you are)

:-D

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