man?” Tiffany asked, looking me up and down.
“Well, Richie knows about Kyle,” I said carefully. “I don’t plan on doing something stupid with him knowing I already have someone. But it has been so long since I’ve hung out with someone who wasn’t y’all, and I’m looking forward to it. You guys know I don't meet people easily, and Richie is just so easy to talk to.”
“Wow!” Rhys said softly. He sat back and nodded his head. I could tell that he was heavy in thought, but I knew better than to ask about it. He’d just say “nothing” like a typical man.
Tara, on the other hand, started bouncing up and down in her seat like a kid on Christmas morning.
“Ah, shit! That means that you and I gotta go shopping and find you a sexy-ass outfit to show off your curves and make that man pant through the whole date. I want to see if I can whip up an outfit to make you lose all your inhibitions, and if you do, I want blow by blow details. Literally! ‘Cause I know your chunky ass is freaky as hell, and you ain’t had any since before Kyle’s sorry ass left. Ain't no sense in putting up a facade!”
Incredulous, I exclaimed, "It's not a date!"
"Honey, whatever helps you sleep at night. But we're still going shopping.”
Well, damn.
“I still don't understand how you can go out with another man. If that’s the case, you're really not thinking about Kyle. Don’t you think he deserves a little more than that?” Tiffany continued.
“Look, Kyle is in Texas taking care of business. I love him to pieces, and no one can ever replace him. But like I said before, I just want to go out and have fun. Richie seems like a really cool person, and he interests me. Maybe out of this whole thing, I’ll come out with another friend. I'm not looking for anything more.”
But no sooner were the words out of my mouth did I begin to wonder if I even meant them.
RICHIE
I glanced over at Rhys as we drove to his place. We had just finished working out. It was a regular routine for us. Well, regular for me. I practically had to lie to my best friend to get him to work out with me today. I told him we were going to lunch. When we pulled up to Gold’s Gym, I could tell he was a little aggravated at first, but after a few sets of handball, all was good A cool wind crept into the car from the cracked front windows. I felt pretty refreshed.
However, Rhys was hurting. He swore under his breath as he rubbed his left shoulder. I kept the urge to laugh in his face buried in my gut. I tried to tell him that he couldn’t always rely on simply being slim. He was getting older and was not as fit as he looked. The fact that I whooped his ass twice in handball earlier today proved my point.
“So, today’s Friday.”
“Huh?” I asked. Rhys stared in my face with a look I couldn’t pinpoint, almost like he expected me to say something.
“Well? Today’s Friday,” he repeated.
“Yeah, you keep saying that,” I responded. He was starting to make me lose my post workout high. I hated when he got like this. Trying to figure out what was on his mind sometimes was like trying to successfully guess lotto numbers.
“What’s the deal? Why is today so damn special to you?”
Rhys rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You mean to tell me that you forgot you had a date tonight? A date with my friend? A date with my friend that you didn’t even tell me about?”
Shit . I had neglected tell Rhys that Isabel and I had bumped into each other a few days ago. Since he had been so determined to keep us from talking, I figured I could ease that little tidbit of information into his head later on down the road, but obviously that wasn’t going to happen. Isabel must’ve beat me to it.
So now the dilemma: Should I be upfront with my boy and let him know that I’m supposed to spend some time with his close friend, or do I bullshit my way out of telling him, at least for today? I pulled into an empty parking spot in front of his
“Well, Richie knows about Kyle,” I said carefully. “I don’t plan on doing something stupid with him knowing I already have someone. But it has been so long since I’ve hung out with someone who wasn’t y’all, and I’m looking forward to it. You guys know I don't meet people easily, and Richie is just so easy to talk to.”
“Wow!” Rhys said softly. He sat back and nodded his head. I could tell that he was heavy in thought, but I knew better than to ask about it. He’d just say “nothing” like a typical man.
Tara, on the other hand, started bouncing up and down in her seat like a kid on Christmas morning.
“Ah, shit! That means that you and I gotta go shopping and find you a sexy-ass outfit to show off your curves and make that man pant through the whole date. I want to see if I can whip up an outfit to make you lose all your inhibitions, and if you do, I want blow by blow details. Literally! ‘Cause I know your chunky ass is freaky as hell, and you ain’t had any since before Kyle’s sorry ass left. Ain't no sense in putting up a facade!”
Incredulous, I exclaimed, "It's not a date!"
"Honey, whatever helps you sleep at night. But we're still going shopping.”
Well, damn.
“I still don't understand how you can go out with another man. If that’s the case, you're really not thinking about Kyle. Don’t you think he deserves a little more than that?” Tiffany continued.
“Look, Kyle is in Texas taking care of business. I love him to pieces, and no one can ever replace him. But like I said before, I just want to go out and have fun. Richie seems like a really cool person, and he interests me. Maybe out of this whole thing, I’ll come out with another friend. I'm not looking for anything more.”
But no sooner were the words out of my mouth did I begin to wonder if I even meant them.
RICHIE
I glanced over at Rhys as we drove to his place. We had just finished working out. It was a regular routine for us. Well, regular for me. I practically had to lie to my best friend to get him to work out with me today. I told him we were going to lunch. When we pulled up to Gold’s Gym, I could tell he was a little aggravated at first, but after a few sets of handball, all was good A cool wind crept into the car from the cracked front windows. I felt pretty refreshed.
However, Rhys was hurting. He swore under his breath as he rubbed his left shoulder. I kept the urge to laugh in his face buried in my gut. I tried to tell him that he couldn’t always rely on simply being slim. He was getting older and was not as fit as he looked. The fact that I whooped his ass twice in handball earlier today proved my point.
“So, today’s Friday.”
“Huh?” I asked. Rhys stared in my face with a look I couldn’t pinpoint, almost like he expected me to say something.
“Well? Today’s Friday,” he repeated.
“Yeah, you keep saying that,” I responded. He was starting to make me lose my post workout high. I hated when he got like this. Trying to figure out what was on his mind sometimes was like trying to successfully guess lotto numbers.
“What’s the deal? Why is today so damn special to you?”
Rhys rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You mean to tell me that you forgot you had a date tonight? A date with my friend? A date with my friend that you didn’t even tell me about?”
Shit . I had neglected tell Rhys that Isabel and I had bumped into each other a few days ago. Since he had been so determined to keep us from talking, I figured I could ease that little tidbit of information into his head later on down the road, but obviously that wasn’t going to happen. Isabel must’ve beat me to it.
So now the dilemma: Should I be upfront with my boy and let him know that I’m supposed to spend some time with his close friend, or do I bullshit my way out of telling him, at least for today? I pulled into an empty parking spot in front of his
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