A couple days after the house party, I got a call from a familiar voice, but I couldn’t match a face to it. It was Erika, she enjoyed our little rendezvous and she wanted to meet me today for lunch; its refreshing to have the female pursue you, ya know. I met her at some off the grid spot in Williamsburg, I always loved Brooklyn, so I guess this “date” was off to a good start. She greets me with an awkward hug and we sit down. She immediately says to me, ”About the other night…I’m usually not ‘that’ kind of girl…but there’s something about you that I couldn’t resist” we sit there and laugh it off. She was cool, mind like Badu but sex appeal like Riri kind of vibe. She wanted to continue seeing me, but I was a little hesitant. I’m working toward longevity, should I wife up the girl who gave it up to me the first night? I respect her honesty so much though, I feel like why the hell not? —she’s gorgeous, she’s funny, she has a lot going for herself, I mean those are basic wife-y qualities.
As the weeks progress, we grow closer. Its weird, I didn’t think that moving on, especially from my ex would be so easy, but damn look at me doing the damn thing. Now, listen I’m still a single man exploring my options, but there’s something about this girl that seems a little familiar. I can quite put my finger on it, but I feel like I’ve been here before. Finally, she hits me with the “what are we.” I told her that we are two people with common interests just enjoying the moment. You guessed it, this pissed her off to the point where she cusses me off and storms off. And just like clock work, I get a text from my ex…”we need to talk…” Rule 4: some people aren’t ready for the truth. Take your time with your decisions, whats meant for you will always be for you.
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