Black Onyx.

Earlier this year I met a great man. He's funny, sharp- in both wit and dress- can dance, caring, genuine, fun to look at, all around perfect.

So naturally I blew him off for the remainder of this year for less worthy subjects.


As luck would have it, by the end of this year, he and I happened to cross pass paths again. An apology was exchanged (along with a shot of top shelf tequila) from me to him and we got to talking.  The following Sunday night we met up for dinner and movie. He covered everything and demanded nothing in return.

The next time we met up was the Thursday night of that same week we reunited.  We met up with friends. We successfully got plastered. Lit. Gone. Half way between Mendoza and San Juan. Drunky pants. This state was achieved by 11pm. With the night still so very young, we decided to meet up with other friends at a late night art expo at a local club. At the venue, one of the remaining vendors was a crystal jewelry shop. Our friends happened to be next to this jewelry stand.  My date and I approach my friends.

Correction, I approach my friends, he stares at the table display of various crystal jewelry designs and declares " you need a crystal. [He noticed the small animal display piece soon after noticing the necklaces.] A crystal, and an animal skull." He then asks if I like this large clear quartz that's attached to a leather cord to make a necklace. I decline, and since he seems determined, I glance at the displays in front of me. I notice a black onyx crystal wrapped in gold wiring hanging by a black metal chain.

"Here, this one. I like this one." I pick it up and show it to him. "Cool, you put that on," he says to me, "and you take my money" he says to the vendor lady. "Cool." She smiles and goes to get his change.

Second date and he buys me jewelry. A black onyx. For protection.