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Untangled 5: was I dreaming?

  • Kimberly Blakes
  • Sep 28, 2024
  • 2 min read

One night in mid-October of 2016, I was scrolling social media while winding down for bed. I came across the picture of an old classmate from high school. I gave the picture an obligatory like and kept scrolling. I then got a message notification from that classmate asking how me and my business were doing.

I was a bit puzzled because we had no classes together and I didn’t know him. Then it dawned on me, “He must want prayer for something.” Most people only message me for prayer or advice. After a couple of exchanges, I realized he didn’t want prayer because it felt personal. The chit-chat continued until I said, “Well, I’m getting ready for bed.” He then responded “Here’s my number, call me.”

I responded with my number and said he was welcome to call me, I’ve never called men and I wasn’t about to start at this big age. I stared at this random exchange for a minute to make sense of it, then went to sleep. When I woke up, I thought it was all a dream. He had never commented on my posts or liked anything, so surely he wasn’t randomly in my inbox. Also just last year, he made a post saying he was going to give the woman he was dating at the time a ring. That added another layer of curiosity. 

At any rate I was always open to conversing with classmates because I didn’t have that opportunity in high school. He was successful and I wanted to be successful, so who better to friend and learn from? His Facebook profile was full of travel pics, fine dining, the new Rolls-Royce he bought himself for his last birthday, and biblical posts. The biblical posts are what really grabbed my attention. He was using scripture so skillfully, I just knew he had encountered Jesus. I went to my inbox with one eye opened to see if last night really happened—to my delight, it did. I then did like most women do, we begin recon work. I went to his socials to search for signs of a relationship or deal breakers. IG was private, so all I had was Facebook. His pictures were not very good, but in high school, I thought he was kinda cute because of his dimples. So, I ignored the less-than-flattering pics and allowed my mind to build the man of my dreams. My day was shaping up to be great already!

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