She was thick, like Jill Scott thick, with the prettiest Hershey’s chocolate skin, that shimmered like it was dipped in honey. The DJ was playing “Sweetest Taboo” by Sade. I noticed a little crowed forming directly in my line of vision out on the dance floor. After a few sips, I swiveled the barstool around positioning myself so that I could do some people watching. He got it to me right away and I told him to keep my tab open, I was going need a couple of these. “Aye my man, let get a double shot of Remy 1738 on the rocks” I took the first open seat at the bar and flagged the bartender over, Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy them thoroughly, but tonight, I wasn’t much feeling it.
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My mind was on getting this drank in my system and relaxing, plus females like that come a dime a dozen for me same look, same contoured body type, same Fashion Nova outfits, same, same, same. I spotted a few bad ones as I was making my way to the bar, but I wasn’t really giving them no energy. The DJ was spinning some smooth R&B, 90s Hip Hop, Neo Soul, and it was a pretty chill atmosphere. It was an upscale/urban atmosphere reminded me of James St. The majority of the patrons were single women and a few brothas sprinkled here and there, checking out their potential prey for the evening. When I stepped into the spot, I surveyed my surroundings noticing that there were quite a few couples here. I may have come straight from work, but I was still cleaner than a muthafucka, dressed in a black Armani v-neck sweater, dark grey tailored slacks, black Versace dress shoes, fresh cut with a trimmed goatee, and I was still smelling like the Issey Miyake that I’d sprayed on in the morning. I pulled up and let valet park my sparkling black on black Bentley GT jokingly warning them not to put nan scratch or dent in it. I didn’t feel like going straight home after I finished meeting with my last client, so I decided to hit up this new after-hours spot for a few drinks on the solo, to unwind and get my mind off some shit. I started feeling some type of way, thinking about marriage, relationships, family and all types of shit, things that normally wouldn’t have even cross my mind. The past nine months of being without her made me realize just how much I missed having some sort of companionship from a woman, forcing me to realize that at the age of thirty-four years old, what I thought I wanted, is not what I really needed. I loved her, we just weren’t on the same page with what we wanted from one another. She asked me if I could see myself one day marrying her, and when I replied that I don’t really see myself marrying at all, that was her que to exit the relationship and move on for good. She was tired of being in limbo, waiting for me to decide where I wanted this relationship to go. She decided that she had enough of my inconsistencies with communication and time management, and she wanted me to make her a priority. Nine months ago, after three years of dating she called it quits. I would go all out for her, in order to compensate for all of the time that I short changed her during the year. Valentine’s day is pretty much just another day to me, but I always made sure to reserve this day for especially for my lady. I almost forgot that today is Valentine’s Day, and wouldn’t have even realized it until I received a few random “Happy V-Day” text messages from some females I’ve dated and messed around with in the past.
Being an entertainment attorney, I’m always tied up with late night meetings and dinner dates with my clients. Instructions: before you start reading, go listen to ‘Shorty (Got Her Eyes On Me)’ by Donell Jones
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