My lashes futtered. “And what’s a girl like me?”
“Something, fine, sexy, and fucking gorgeous. The type that should be a woman of leisure. With a cleaning service. Kicking her feet up, and just being pretty. For a paid man like myself.”
I laughed. “Well, that was blunt.” “Shit, you aint heard nothing yet.”
My eyes brightened. “What is that supposed to mean?” “It means that I’m just getting started, baby.”
“Wait a minute. Are you trying to flirt with me?”
“I ainttryingto do shit.” He locked eyes with me. “I think you
fineasshit.I’mtryingtoseewhat’supwithcha.”
Gradually, I shook my head. “You cool or whatever, but I’m not that type of girl, Face. I got a man.”
“A man injail,” he added. “Should that matter?”
He briefly paused. “I guess you got a point. How long you been with that nigga?”
“Hmm. Since I was thirteen.”
“Thirteen?” He frowned. “You bullshitting?”
“Nope. I got with him when I was in the seventh grade. He literally took me to my senior prom.”
Face furrowed a brow. “He took your virginity?” “Yes. He’s my first…and only.”
His jaw dropped. “You joking, right?” “No.” I grimaced. “I’m dead ass serious.”
“Man, I didn’t think that girls like you existed.”
“Well, I can’t vouch for the girls. I can only speak for myself.
And I’m one of a kind, baby.”
He stroked his goatee. “Is that right?” “Umm hmm.”
“Well, let me ask you this.” “What’s up?”
“If you’re this good girl, who stays out the way. Never stepped out. Stayed down. Then why haven’t that nigga married you?”
I smirked. “He tried. About six times. Bought me this ring and everything.” I lifted my hand and wiggled my finger.
“Then what’s the hold up?”
I sighed. “He kept trying to get me to go to a courthouse. And that’s not what I envisioned for myself. And until he gets it right, then we won’t be married.”
“What do you envision?”
“I want a grand proposal,” I readily admitted. “Let’s start there. I want all my family and friends there, in a romantic setting. I want a big ass ring. And that nigga to damn near have tears in his eyes while he’s proposing. Then I want a massive wedding at a exotic venue. I want my wedding to be the talk of the hood. And until I can have that, I’m in no hurry to be married.”
I smirked. “So, the actual wedding means more than being married to the man you love?”
“I didn’t say that. But sometimes we have visions of how we want our lives to be. Then we grow up, and realize that most of that shit was nothing but a fantasy. But a big wedding is something tangible. So, in this fucked up world, where nothing is like we thought it would be as kids, I still wanna have my dream wedding. And at least let one portion of my life to be just like I want itto be.”
“I hear you.” He nodded.
“Yeah.” I yawned. “Now, can I ask you something?” “What’s up?”
