Talk a Good Game by Angie Daniels

grabbed some snacks. I was munching on cheese
puffs and watching the second half of the game while I surfed
Blackfolksmeet.com for a potential match. Veronica wasn’t lying.
There were some fine men on there, which made me wonder if
they ’ re really single or just running
game. Like Rock ’s tired ass.
    Derek Fisher had landed a three pointer when I
noticed an instant message on my screen from a SanMan29.
    How are you doing?
    Before responding, I clicked on
his photo to get a closer look and frowned. He wasn’t bad looking
although his bald head was like a honeydew melon. But I had to
admit as I scrolled through all his photos, he wasn’t half bad.
Dark skin, big eyes, and there was a cute, boyish look about
him.
    Me: Hey. You watching the game?
    I figured that would be a good way
to get the conversation going. I hadn’t met a man yet who didn’t
like sports.
    SANMAN: Most definitely. Let me
guess, you’re a Celtic fan?
    Me: Nope. OKC all day long.
    We went back and forth and in the meantime I
received a few messages and Flirts from some other members, but
nobody worth striking up a conversation. I had just returned from a
bathroom break when I noticed another message from SanMan.
    SANMAN: I read your profile. Are you bitter?
    Bitter? I
guess I never thought about it like that.
    ME: No. I’m not bitter. Just
wiser. I deserve nothing less than love and respect.
    Both were things that bastard,
Rock, didn’t know the first thing about.
    SANMAN: Just make sure you don’t
take your anger out on every man you meet. You might miss out on
your soul-mate.
    I had to smile at his comment. He
was right. I couldn’t blame everyone else for Rock taking my
kindness for weakness.
    ME: Thanks for the advice.
    He immediately messaged me back.
    SANMAN: If you feel like it, give me a call
    I waited until after I made dinner
and then I called the number he had messaged me. I couldn’t believe
the way my hands were shaking. He answered after the first
ring.
    “ Hello. ”
    I turned up my nose. Eww! I didn’t
like his voice. It was all squeaky and soft like a little
boy.
    “ Hey this is Nyree.”
    “ Hi Nyree. My name is Jeremy
Anthony Lee Samuels, Jr.”
    “ Damn, you have a long name!” I
said, trying to break the ice and expected him to laugh but I guess
he didn’t think it was funny. “What should I call you?”
    “ My friends call me
Jeremy.”
    “ Hmmm, maybe I can call you
Tony.”
    There was a slight pause.
“ I
don’t know if my father will like
that.”
    “ Why?”
    “ He’s never
liked that name. He ’s Jeremy Lee Samuels, Sr, ” he said by way of an explanation.
    He was so damn serious. “Okay then
how about I call you Jeremy?”
    “ Okay.”
    After a long pause, I was so
through with this conversation. “Well, it was nice talking to
you.”
    “ Same here.”
    Goodness talking to him was like pulling teeth. I
hung up and went back to surf the website. So far I was striking
out.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
8
    JANELLE
     
     
    I was strapping my stilettos when I heard Kaleb
pulling into my driveway. I moved over to my bedroom window, peeked
outside and smiled with satisfaction when I spotted a charcoal gray
Range Rover with that fine-ass mothafucka sitting behind the
wheel.
    “ Cha-ching
bitches,” I murmured under my breath. Kaleb was everything I had
ever wanted and thought I ’ d never find and I
planned to have him and every perk that came with being his woman.
We ’ d been dating for almost three
weeks and I still hadn’t given him my goodies.
There ’s power in pussy and Kaleb had
been working so hard to romance me, I was almost ready to at least
give the brotha a sniff of my va-jay-jay.
    I grabbed my purse and hurried down the stairs and
out onto the porch just as Kaleb came up the walkway with swag that
was all his own. Honey followed at my feet.
    “ Hey,” I said and grinned as I
took in his relaxed blue jeans, the gray running shoes on his feet
and a blue Michigan jersey. My man was so