I just didn’t want to do that.
Which was why a week later I called her and asked her to come over to my place for a date. I was playing with fire and I knew it. I was messing with fate, destiny, all that s**t because I didn’t deserve a woman like her but I wanted her.
Selfish? Yes. But the heart wants what it wants. This wasn’t even about anything other than that – I wanted to see her again.
I got my place ready. I cleaned. Meeting a good woman would domesticate any man. I swept and mopped, wiped and dusted and close to the time she was to arrive I changed into something fancy to wear. Levi jeans – faded in all the right places – an aqua collared shirt that brought out my eyes, Italian loafers. I looked in the mirror and I knew I looked good.
I went to the kitchen and unwrapped the foo
