Over the years, I’ve been trying to figure out what or who my ideal man is. At one point, I thought it was going to be Ryan Phillippe. Not to say that’s not #BaeGoals, but I prefer my chicken to be cooked if you smell what I’m stepping in. I often think about what my ideal guy looks like, smells like, what kind of soap he uses, what he calls his mother…all that. With much thought and deliberation, I have figured out who he is. Now, this isn’t to deter you future baes. This is just an IDEAL n*gga. A fantasy n*gga, if you will.
I’d like to introduce you all to my Illadelph Fantasy.
Note: This reads like an Eric Jerome Dickey novel. Enjoy.
We’d meet in Philadelphia. Our eyes lock across the room at a Roots concert hosted by OkayPlayer.com. I’m wearing my “Hip Hop Raised Me” sweater. He’s wearing black jeans–fitted, but not skinny. He’s wearing an Assata Taught Me hoodie. His locs look long, but he has them up in a style fit for a king. His locs match his complexion – a pretty shade of roasted peanut butter. His full lips take a sip from his drink that seems to be something dark and on the rocks. I turn around briefly, and I feel a tap on my shoulder. I’m greeted with a smile and a question.
He has the biggest smile, perfect teeth, and a set of eyes that heaven and earth dwelled within.
“Let’s get out of here.”
I follow and we end up sitting atop the roof of his car smoking high grade and watching the stars, with Cody ChesnuTT playing. He tells me his name is Rashaan, but he’s known around the way as Shah. He grew up in North Philly, and went away to college on a basketball scholarship. He hurt himself in an accident, and was unable to play. He finished his degree and earned a Masters in Public Administration. He came back to the hood to open up a non-profit for di yute dem (He’s not Jamaican. I just thought that sounded cool). He hops down from the car and just stands with his hands atop of his head and stares at me. He smells like egyptian musk and the most exquisite dank. He’s 6’4″ and 215lbs.
I’m taking you home.Shah
He drives me to his house instead of my hotel. “Your home is where ever I am.”
….and then we fuck until we’re both rendered unalive.