R&B Jasmine Date 3
Two Weeks Later
Like clockwork, another two weeks passed before the next move. Same girl—Jasmine. Same vibe—R&B. But this one hit different. We circled back to where it all started: The Set. That R&B party in D.C. that somehow always feels like a cross between a D’Angelo music video and a Howard Homecoming afterparty.
The invite wasn’t even a question. I told her, “Come through, I’ll add you to the list.” A little clout goes a long way. She said she wanted to, but she was busy getting her hair done. So I rolled with my best friend and his girl. First time she was meeting the crew. Indian food for the pregame. Then, the main event.
Back at The Set
I pulled up wearing all black: leather jacket, loafers, and the first spray from a brand-new bottle of Tom Ford Black Orchid. Jasmine had asked me what I was wearing on our first date—back when I was down to the last drop of that cologne. I didn’t wear it on date two because I literally had none left. Picked up a new bottle on my way back from Miami, and tonight? It was doing overtime.
The Set was at the historic Howard Theatre—a venue dripping in soul, stories, and sweat from a thousand nights of good music and better memories. That night, it was packed. Bodies swaying, drinks flowing, and people were already singing.
I walked straight to the front of the line. Perks of being a regular with a familiar face. Told the girl working the door, “My lil boo thing is coming. Make sure she gets in smooth.” She handed me a VIP wristband. Upstairs, backstage, no lines. She asked if Jasmine should get one too.
Decision point. Give her the band and she’s in every room with me. That means exposure—to exes, to old flings, to friends who ask questions we don’t have answers to yet. But the truth? I wasn’t worried. This was new, but it felt solid. I told her, “Yeah, give Jasmine the VIP.”
Scouting the Scene
I did a lap through the crowd. Clocked the regulars. Scoped out who to avoid and who to dap up. Got a drink from my favorite bartender. It was a Hennessy type night. That Yak gets you right and ready. The room pulsed with low lights and big energy.
Then Jasmine arrived.
And now it was official. Our first real night out in public together. No restaurants. No dim lounges. Just music, people, and vibes. And we fit. We moved through the night easy—like a two-part harmony.
When the DJ dropped, “Every time I was in L.A., I was with my ex-girlfriend… Every time you called, I told you, ‘Baby, I’m working…'” the crowd erupted. And yeah, that line hit harder than it should’ve. Not because I was thinking of an ex, but because I wasn’t. Jasmine was here now. And she felt right.
I walked Jasmine to my favorite spot at the Howard—the top balcony. I asked what she wanted to drink. Tequila. We made our way to the bar and found my friend and his girl. I introduced her, and she instantly clicked with my friend’s girl. While they talked, me and my homie stepped away to grab the drinks.
“She’s cute,” he said.
“Yeah bro, I kinda like her.”
As we waited, a random girl came up and started dancing on me as the DJ switched records.
“Baby, how you doin’? Hope that you’re fine…”
I grabbed the two drinks, leaned in, and told the girl, “Hey, I’m with somebody. Maybe next time.”
I walked over to Jasmine, handed her a drink, and slid in behind her.
Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby)
That we’ll be lovers and friends (Oh, I gotta know, baby, oh yeah)
Tell me again (Make sure you’re right, oh, before we begin)
That we’ll be lovers and friends (Oh, it’s a good look, baby)
We danced. Close. Moving like no one else was in the room. That energy? Undeniable. It felt good. Real.
I leaned in. “Your place or mine?”
She smiled. “Mine.”
Usher, Jon, and Luda did it again.
Post-Date Reflections
Public-facing was a test. Could she hang? Could we vibe around my people? The answer was yes. No drama. No weird energy. Just a good night with a great girl. We found out that we knew some of the same people.
Was she still The Blog Ender? I don’t know. But I do know this—tonight, she earned that VIP band.
To be continued…