“I’ve conducted thorough testing on all manner of men. And the ones with big dicks just have a certain walk. Aldridge has it, Dante has it. That dude from that New York cop show has it.”
“Stabler?”
“Yes, Stabler. I’d fuck Stabler.”
My face lit up. “You know who’d I’d fuck?”
“I’m all ears.” Anika crossed her legs, getting cozy.
“Now just hear me out. The lead singer from the rock group Void with all the tattoos.”
“The one with the topknot?” She cringed.
“I know, I know but take away the topknot and he could fuck me on the kitchen counter.”
“Sometimes I find it hard to believe we’re sisters.”
“Shut up.” I gave her a playful shrug.
“So when are you going to fuck Aldridge?”
If anyone else asked me that at nine o’clock on a Sunday morning, I would be surprised but my sister rarely shocked me any longer. “Been there, done that, had the pregnancy scare.”
“Don’t act like you don’t want to do it again. You were gone off of that man.”
“That’s only because he was my first. But I’ve added some miles to the pussy since then.”
“When it comes to sexual experiences it’s Mary, mother of our Lord and Savior, that nun I met once, and then you.”
Don’t listen to Anika. She had me sounding like a born-again virgin. I’d dated many men and was involved in all types of carrying on. But in the last year or so I felt burnt out. Tired of meeting a guy who pretended he liked all the things I did only to have them turn out to be flakes once they hit a few times. Men saw me as a conquest. I didn’t kiss on the first date, and I required several interactions before we became physical. Most men were in it for the thrill of the chase, not because they saw me as unique or appreciated the value I could add to their lives.
“I’m sorry if I’m more reserved than you.”
“Reserved, bitch you could’ve been a basketball wife, and if the marriage didn’t work you would’ve had numbers of rich players and celebrities from one end of the country to the other.”
“You sound like Mom.”
“Sometimes Mom is actually right.”
“Mom thinks we should marry for money and not love.”
“Tons of bitches marry for love and end up brokenhearted with a negative balance in their bank account.”
“Look, I completely understand wanting someone who is able to provide. No one wants to struggle. But if I had to choose love and struggle or money and unhappiness, I’m going for love.”
“You know for a college graduate you are hella dumb.”
“You can always give me my coffee back and dip.”
“I’m just saying you had love and Aldridge’s upcoming payday, and you walked away.”
“Because I didn’t want to be a basketball wife. I’ve heard stories about wild parties and infidelity. And fame changes people. I didn’t want to watch Aldi, my Aldi became unrecognizable.”
“He seemed real regular degular to me last night.”
Anika was right, not much had changed. Maybe he was a bit more confident and yes he was finer, but he didn’t seem jaded by fame or out of touch with the real world. When I was near him, he felt like the man I fell in love with. If he hadn’t gotten traded to Vegas we would never have crossed paths, and I could live in the delusion he was a womanizing asshole. Being around him was like returning to a childhood home where so much was familiar, the creak of the stairs, the tile in the kitchen, the sound of the wind against the vinyl siding. So much remained the same, but there were hints of change you didn’t quite recognize.
“I’m just not built like you and Mom. I’m sorry I don’t want to be the Thelma to your Louise when it comes to sexcapades.”
