Carmen. She is tight.” Brendan took a glimpse at her. She wasn’t bad looking at all. Her weave could have been a little less obvious but that wasn’t Brendan’s reason for passing.
“Another time. But you have fun.”
“Suit yourself, nigga,” Dee said and backed away. He grabbed both girls by their asses and said to them, “I guess I got to handle all this coochie myself.”
The girls laughed and Pam said, “Dee, you so crazy.”
Carmen added, “Nigga, you better have some Viagra at the crib ’cause it’s early.”
“Viagra my ass. King Kong ain’t got nothing on me.” He shouted, imitating Denzel in Training Day . “You better hope your booty gets wet like the Niagara Falls, ’cause I am gonna put in work.” They all laughed as if they did that sort of thing all the time and headed for the door.
Brendan headed for his car and thought about what the rest of Dee’s night would be like. Dee was the closest thing to Nate that he knew. The major difference between them was that Dee focused more on quantity of women, where Nate was concerned more with quality. Dee would screw a high school senior or a senior citizen if she looked good to him. He didn’t care what the woman had going for herself. Nate wanted only women he considered to be top-flight professionals and entrepreneurs. They also had to be fine but the looks weren’t the only qualifier for him.
Brendan was glad that Nate had rubbed off on him in that manner. He wasn’t fooling around with any chicken heads just because they came clucking in his direction. If and when he left Trina, it would be for something much better. As he drove up Pennsylvania Avenue headed toward the Beltway he thought about Tanisha. The image of her in those jeans flashed through his mind and before he knew it he had dialed her number.
7
The Notion or the Motion?
Life was never supposed to be so complicated. For years after my college sweetheart Shelly and I broke up because she was going to grad school out of state, I had secretly wondered what it would be like to have her back in my life. I never told a soul. During the six years that we were apart, she often crept into my dreams, stealing my heart over and over again. Sometimes the dreams were haunting because they felt so real. I would actually see us back together doing the small things that make a couple fall so deep in love. I’d dream that I was watching her shop and try on clothes while I looked forward to the day that I would be able to afford to buy her everything her heart desired. Other times I could smell her skin and hair in my sleep. I’d reach out for her only to find an empty bed.
Sometimes we would be making the sweetest love and I would awaken with my heart beating faster than if I had run an actual sprint. Those dreams were the worst kind of torture because once I woke I’d realize that there would be no experience to equal what I felt in my imaginary paradise. Shelly’s sex was the ultimate and after her, though some were great, none took me to the heights that she did.
It’s crazy how life and decisions change everything. Now I was lying next to the woman whom I had dreamed about. Our daughter was in the next room, safe, healthy, and beautiful. I was set financially. Yet in my heart or my mind, I couldn’t decide which, I still felt a deep emptiness almost like I was missing out on something.
It had been three weeks since Nina had left New York. Shelly and I had been fussing ever since over the smallest of things. What was for dinner, when bills were to be paid, how much money she was spending, and how much I was working all became major obstacles to our harmony. Part of our problem had to be my indecision to commit to the marriage. Like so many married couples, I had gotten married without realizing that it meant dealing with the other person as they were. I thought that we would marry and things would go back to where they were seven years ago. I only came to see that Shelly and I
“Another time. But you have fun.”
“Suit yourself, nigga,” Dee said and backed away. He grabbed both girls by their asses and said to them, “I guess I got to handle all this coochie myself.”
The girls laughed and Pam said, “Dee, you so crazy.”
Carmen added, “Nigga, you better have some Viagra at the crib ’cause it’s early.”
“Viagra my ass. King Kong ain’t got nothing on me.” He shouted, imitating Denzel in Training Day . “You better hope your booty gets wet like the Niagara Falls, ’cause I am gonna put in work.” They all laughed as if they did that sort of thing all the time and headed for the door.
Brendan headed for his car and thought about what the rest of Dee’s night would be like. Dee was the closest thing to Nate that he knew. The major difference between them was that Dee focused more on quantity of women, where Nate was concerned more with quality. Dee would screw a high school senior or a senior citizen if she looked good to him. He didn’t care what the woman had going for herself. Nate wanted only women he considered to be top-flight professionals and entrepreneurs. They also had to be fine but the looks weren’t the only qualifier for him.
Brendan was glad that Nate had rubbed off on him in that manner. He wasn’t fooling around with any chicken heads just because they came clucking in his direction. If and when he left Trina, it would be for something much better. As he drove up Pennsylvania Avenue headed toward the Beltway he thought about Tanisha. The image of her in those jeans flashed through his mind and before he knew it he had dialed her number.
7
The Notion or the Motion?
Life was never supposed to be so complicated. For years after my college sweetheart Shelly and I broke up because she was going to grad school out of state, I had secretly wondered what it would be like to have her back in my life. I never told a soul. During the six years that we were apart, she often crept into my dreams, stealing my heart over and over again. Sometimes the dreams were haunting because they felt so real. I would actually see us back together doing the small things that make a couple fall so deep in love. I’d dream that I was watching her shop and try on clothes while I looked forward to the day that I would be able to afford to buy her everything her heart desired. Other times I could smell her skin and hair in my sleep. I’d reach out for her only to find an empty bed.
Sometimes we would be making the sweetest love and I would awaken with my heart beating faster than if I had run an actual sprint. Those dreams were the worst kind of torture because once I woke I’d realize that there would be no experience to equal what I felt in my imaginary paradise. Shelly’s sex was the ultimate and after her, though some were great, none took me to the heights that she did.
It’s crazy how life and decisions change everything. Now I was lying next to the woman whom I had dreamed about. Our daughter was in the next room, safe, healthy, and beautiful. I was set financially. Yet in my heart or my mind, I couldn’t decide which, I still felt a deep emptiness almost like I was missing out on something.
It had been three weeks since Nina had left New York. Shelly and I had been fussing ever since over the smallest of things. What was for dinner, when bills were to be paid, how much money she was spending, and how much I was working all became major obstacles to our harmony. Part of our problem had to be my indecision to commit to the marriage. Like so many married couples, I had gotten married without realizing that it meant dealing with the other person as they were. I thought that we would marry and things would go back to where they were seven years ago. I only came to see that Shelly and I
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