“Do you still talk to your ex-fiancé?”
“We still wish each other well during the holidays or birthdays. Why is that a problem?”
“Today no, three months from now … maybe.”
“You’re not the jealous type.”
“No college Aldridge wasn’t the jealous type. Me, present Aldridge is a goon about mine and I don’t fucking play.”
“I don’t think it’s that serious.”
“I bet you a million dollars old boy Marcus is somewhere kicking himself because he lost you. Trust me, I speak from experience.”
“What about you and Ashley? Are you still liking her posts with heart eye emojis?”
“First, I don’t use heart eyed emojis. And second, Ashley blocked me. Well first she made a long ass video about knowing her worth and not allowing a man to waste her time, tagged me in it, and then blocked me.”
“And were you wasting her time?”
“We were young. I don’t know what she expected. It was about having fun.”
“So she wanted more and you were looking for a good time?”
“When did you become pro Ashley?”
“I support all women.”
“Ashley was great. But I knew pretty early on we weren’t going to get married and start a family. And I made that fact very clear.”
“You told her you didn’t want to marry her?”
“No I said I wasn’t looking to settle down anytime soon. And all her influencer friends were switching over to wedding planning content and she felt left out.”
“So you no longer talk?”
“That woman wouldn’t spit on me if I was on fire.”
“Well, that’s good to know.” We both laughed.
If you didn’t get it, you should now. Shit was easy with her. Walking into this restaurant my body was a fist and now I felt completely at ease. Aside from the hiccup about my generosity,this date had gone well. I certainly didn’t want this night to end and I hoped she felt the same.
“How was your food?”
“It was great. Everything was delicious.”
“Do you want anything else? Because I want you to be satisfied.”
“I am full and content. Thank you.”
“So what do you wanna do next?”
“I was hoping I could see your hotel room. For real estate purposes of course.”
When our waiter returned to check on us, I asked, “Can we get the check? Like we do not need to see a dessert menu. We do not want to go boxes. Just the check.”
I’d fuckedthis man hundreds of times, but now I didn’t know where to start. Should I just grab his collar and pull him in? Maybe I continue to wait for him to make the first move which he was horrible at doing. Aldridge could anticipate an opponent’s next four plays, but when it came to me, he always seemed hesitant.
Our first kiss took him an hour to initiate. He walked me to my dorm and blathered about the most mundane topics because he was too afraid to lean in for a kiss. Not going to lie, I was starting to think he wasn’t interested until he said, “Fuck it,” and grabbed my face.
