Single Ladies by Tamika Jeffries

When I said the last couple of lines, you should have seen his face!  He looked like he'd experienced some kind of deja 'vu or some shit!" she laughed.  " I- I just don’t know what the hell I'm gonna do now!  I mean, I gotta see him tomorrow, because I work in the morning for a few hours.  I need to get some group reservations done and he comes in at three, so I'm going to see him.  I don't know, but I think he knows who I am.  See, I know I told ya'll before, but my picture on my profile is so far back that you can't even tell who I am.  You can just see that I'm a dark skinned BBW, but that poem is on my profile, and the last line in the poem, is my headline.  That's why when I said the last line of the poem, he looked like I struck a nerve.  I didn't even realize the shit until I got home and went online and looked at my profile.  Talk about putting your foot in your mouth!"
    "O-kay. Sooooo is that a bad thing?  I mean, you do eventually want him to know who you are right?"
    Roni paused and thought for a second. "Well, kinda sorta, but not really.  I mean, we work together, so I think it's going to be an odd situation."  She grabbed a handful of tortilla chips and put them on her paper plate, next to her vat of salsa.
    "Absolutely right, it is.  A big problem. I told you, workplace romances never get anywhere."  Karla started.
    "Oh, Karla, you can never be sure about that.  Every situation isn't the same." Angie said.  "I mean, he's broke, and that's a minus in my book, but it doesn't mean it can't work, just because she works with him. I mean, you guys don’t work the same shift, Roni, so it's not like you'll have to date him, sleep with him, and look in his face all day at work."
    "I just don’t know yet." Roni said.
    "You don’t have much of a choice now, because like you, I'm sure he knows who you are.  Pretty soon, he's going to say something, if you don’t," Angie said.
    "Oh, you guys, not to get off the subject, but, I did bring some veggie egg rolls.  Angie that's what I put in your oven.  It's just on two fifty to keep them nice and warm.  So feel free." Karla said.
    "O-gay", Angie said through her nose, in disgust.  Roni thought about the veggie egg rolls, then killed the wave of nausea that came over her, with a swig of her icy Corona.
    Roni's cell phone rang.  It was Jarin Austin, the moocher. 
    "Aw shit. Why is his mooching ass calling me?"  She flipped her phone open. "Hello?  Hey, Jarin.  Just chillin with my lady friends.  Oh, really?  Hmm. Is that right?" she giggled in a flirty tone.   " Well,  I guess I can for a minute.  Not too long, because I was kind of in the middle of something.  A half hour.  Okay, bye."
    Angie and Karla were silent, looking at Roni when she hung up.
    "So, the moocher strikes again, huh?  What does he want now? Money to buy groceries?" Karla laughed.
    "No, actually he wants some of this good poonanny!  and I must admit that I kinda miss that little thing he does with his Excalibur.  Even if he is a moochin ass bastard.", Roni laughed.
    "So, where doest thou go? To get dicked down by Excalibur?" Angie joked.
    Roni looked embarrassed.  " Oh shutup, it’s just for about an hour.  I-I, well, I-okay, shit! I'm horny as hell! I haven't had any for a little minute and I need some like right now!"
    Angie and Karla had fallen all over each other, laughing hysterically at Roni.
    Karla fanned her with a magazine from Angie's end table.  "Hot mama!"
    "I understand you, girlfriend.  Nasir just had to get my coochie a good fix the other night, so I know what you me-" she started, but realized she'd revealed one of her untold secrets.
    "Nasir?  Don’t you mean Brandon?" Karla looked at her, with an elevated eyebrow.
    "Yeaaaaah, who is Nasir, Angie?" Roni bucked her large eyes.
    Angie chuckled.  "Okay, okay, it's a guy I met, who was working on my coworker's home."
    "Wait a minute, let me get this straight! You- miss bougie, let a dirty, broke