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I shook my head, needing to clarify. “I wasn’t fuckin’ my rotation. We just kicked it.”
Josie’s forehead creased. “You were celibate when you were released?”
“For like…a year and a half. It was my vow to God.”
“And how long before you broke it with her?”
Now uncomfortable, I thought for a moment still. “Maybe…two months.”
“Oh. Okay.” She began counting off on her fingers. “That’s not too long.”
“What you mean?”
“We’re almost a month in. I know the timeframe I’m working with now.”
We both laughed.
“Are you celibate?”
“I am.”
“What’re you waiting for?”
“A good man.”
“A good man or a husband?”
She looked at me for a while over the wine glass touching her lips. Then she lowered it and answered, “Both.”
“What’s the criteria?”
“Well…a man of God is first and foremost. Good looks.” She waggled her brows. “Monogamy, intelligence and self-awareness, an appreciation of family, world traveler, and an adventurous lover.” Her wink almost dissipated the tightness in my chest.
“Shit,” I breathed, sitting up in my seat. “That’s a lot of pressure.”
“You’re looking for a wife, you told me. Why is what I’m looking for pressure?”
“Because you got a lot of experience with men—mentally and intellectually. I’m being compared to a collection of no-nos and must-haves. If you don’t mind me asking, how many men from your clientele had the potential to be your husband?”
“Let’s see.” She let out a breath then pushed her lips out. “Maybe out of all the men I’ve encountered in my life, non-platonic, half had at least two of those attributes. Then the pool shrinks to about three dozen having half.” The muscles in my face dropped. “Then when you get to the last dozen—or maybe ten—they don’t have the same spiritual beliefs or lack the tools to please me sexually, long term. The biggest issue isn’t even monogamy. There are men who can be with one woman, but they tend not to be appealing physically or lack culture. They know nothing about the world at large, some lacking ambition.” She rolled her eyes.
I nodded again, processing the bomb she’d just dropped. It was a lot. I wasn’t a judgmental type of guy. God knew I had no right to be, but when it came to matters of my wife—my forever—chastity had to be reasonably measurable, and virtuousness was a must. Josie had fucked more people than I had.
She went for her purse, register low, “And don’t think I didn’t realize you finessed me into telling you how many men I’ve been with.”
I could tell she wasn’t happy, but before I could address it, my phone chirped again.
Jug: now!
I pulled a stack of bills from my pocket, estimating the bill and tip.
After standing, I reached for her hand. “I just got an emergency text and need to see about something.”
Josie took my hand, giggling. “Our date is over? Was it something I said?”
“Nah. The night ain’t over. It’s just been extended and complicated due to unforeseen circumstances. Did you likeJunior’smenu?”
“I did,” she spoke up while following me out.
