there. And this
is the first time you've ever had to actually deal with it. Vinny was your first boyfriend and he lasted almost seven years. Now you're finally
getting a taste of what the dating world is really like."
"Well,
I can honestly say, I don't like the flavor."
"Please,
you are just getting started. Wait till you’re at it for a few years. Then you
will really have some stories." Carnece kicked
her four inch electric blue pumps across the room and put her feet on the
coffee table. "You remember the guy who asked me my shoes size on our
first date?"
"No,
I don't remember that," I said.
"Well,
on the second date he bought me four pairs of shoes."
"Are
you complaining about new shoes? You can't complain about new shoes."
Seeing that my glass was empty again, I set it down and just picked up the
bottle. Considering I had just bailed her out of jail, I didn’t think Carnece would look down on me for drinking straight out of
the bottle.
"Oh
yes I can,” she replied. “After dinner he took out a camera and asked me to
change my shoes over and over again."
"That's
so weird."
"I
know right? What's even weirder is that I dated him for three more months after
that!"
I
almost choked on my wine. "You're kidding right?"
"He
had really good taste in shoes."
Carnece and I looked at each other and
burst out laughing. I wasn’t sure who was crazier at that point, a man obsessed
with women’s shoes or the woman who dates him.
When
the laughter subsided slightly, Carnece said,
"And then there was the professional Scrabble player."
"How
do you make a living playing Scrabble?"
"You
don't. Which is why he lived with me for like two months. "
"But
still, a shoe fetish and a scrabble addiction doesn't quite beat eleven
children,"
"Maybe not. But what about that guy who was
on the Maury Povich show twice. Once because three
different women claimed he was their baby daddy and then once because his
two-year-old literally weighed 97 pounds."
"Maybe
I don't want to do this dating thing. Maybe I should just find a way to make it
work with Vinny ."
"Oh,
‘make it work,’” she said with air quotes. “That sounds so romantic."
"Well,
I've invested a lot into that relationship. Maybe too much to
let go."
"Listen
to you. Maybe this. Maybe that. I may not be the best one to offer relationship advice, but I seriously think
love shouldn't be about maybe. It should be a feeling so strong you can't
breathe without that person."
What
she said made sense. I wanted that kind of love. Which was
odd because honestly, I felt I could breathe so much better without Vinny . As a matter of fact, I felt like I could
breathe for the first time in my life.
Chapter 19: Cornrows
Cornrows:
Underhand braids formed against the scalp.
~~~
Hair
Tip #17: Be your own hair advocate. If going to a hair stylist is something you
can afford and you enjoy, by all means keep doing it. But learn the truth about
hair, especially your own. Don’t let them talk you into styles are treatments
that might be unhealthy. Seek advice, but in the end, you should know what is
best for your hair.
~~~
Trent
and I had a comfortable relationship. If you could call it a
relationship. Maybe acquaintanceship would be a more appropriate word.
We mostly stayed out of each other's way, but we covered for one another when
needed.
"Where's
Bishop?" Mr. George asked at our weekly meeting.
"Oh,
um, flat tire," I said quickly. Don't know why I really said it. I had no
idea whether he had a flat tire or not, but he could have. Something had to be
wrong.
The
truth was, Trent had left for lunch around 11 and hadn't come back. That wasn't
like him. He usually never even left his desk for lunch let alone the building.
After
the brief and pointless meeting in which Mr. George informed us of all the
latest trends in social media, which by the way were usually already outdated
and useless by the time he got to them, I went back to my desk and tried to
figure
is the first time you've ever had to actually deal with it. Vinny was your first boyfriend and he lasted almost seven years. Now you're finally
getting a taste of what the dating world is really like."
"Well,
I can honestly say, I don't like the flavor."
"Please,
you are just getting started. Wait till you’re at it for a few years. Then you
will really have some stories." Carnece kicked
her four inch electric blue pumps across the room and put her feet on the
coffee table. "You remember the guy who asked me my shoes size on our
first date?"
"No,
I don't remember that," I said.
"Well,
on the second date he bought me four pairs of shoes."
"Are
you complaining about new shoes? You can't complain about new shoes."
Seeing that my glass was empty again, I set it down and just picked up the
bottle. Considering I had just bailed her out of jail, I didn’t think Carnece would look down on me for drinking straight out of
the bottle.
"Oh
yes I can,” she replied. “After dinner he took out a camera and asked me to
change my shoes over and over again."
"That's
so weird."
"I
know right? What's even weirder is that I dated him for three more months after
that!"
I
almost choked on my wine. "You're kidding right?"
"He
had really good taste in shoes."
Carnece and I looked at each other and
burst out laughing. I wasn’t sure who was crazier at that point, a man obsessed
with women’s shoes or the woman who dates him.
When
the laughter subsided slightly, Carnece said,
"And then there was the professional Scrabble player."
"How
do you make a living playing Scrabble?"
"You
don't. Which is why he lived with me for like two months. "
"But
still, a shoe fetish and a scrabble addiction doesn't quite beat eleven
children,"
"Maybe not. But what about that guy who was
on the Maury Povich show twice. Once because three
different women claimed he was their baby daddy and then once because his
two-year-old literally weighed 97 pounds."
"Maybe
I don't want to do this dating thing. Maybe I should just find a way to make it
work with Vinny ."
"Oh,
‘make it work,’” she said with air quotes. “That sounds so romantic."
"Well,
I've invested a lot into that relationship. Maybe too much to
let go."
"Listen
to you. Maybe this. Maybe that. I may not be the best one to offer relationship advice, but I seriously think
love shouldn't be about maybe. It should be a feeling so strong you can't
breathe without that person."
What
she said made sense. I wanted that kind of love. Which was
odd because honestly, I felt I could breathe so much better without Vinny . As a matter of fact, I felt like I could
breathe for the first time in my life.
Chapter 19: Cornrows
Cornrows:
Underhand braids formed against the scalp.
~~~
Hair
Tip #17: Be your own hair advocate. If going to a hair stylist is something you
can afford and you enjoy, by all means keep doing it. But learn the truth about
hair, especially your own. Don’t let them talk you into styles are treatments
that might be unhealthy. Seek advice, but in the end, you should know what is
best for your hair.
~~~
Trent
and I had a comfortable relationship. If you could call it a
relationship. Maybe acquaintanceship would be a more appropriate word.
We mostly stayed out of each other's way, but we covered for one another when
needed.
"Where's
Bishop?" Mr. George asked at our weekly meeting.
"Oh,
um, flat tire," I said quickly. Don't know why I really said it. I had no
idea whether he had a flat tire or not, but he could have. Something had to be
wrong.
The
truth was, Trent had left for lunch around 11 and hadn't come back. That wasn't
like him. He usually never even left his desk for lunch let alone the building.
After
the brief and pointless meeting in which Mr. George informed us of all the
latest trends in social media, which by the way were usually already outdated
and useless by the time he got to them, I went back to my desk and tried to
figure
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