SBF Seeking ...

Chapter 3-2

As I drove back to my side of town, I did not know whether to smile with pleasure or grit my teeth with disappointment. I knew what I did want to do was tell someone. Since my sister was probably not home anyway, I decided Danita was going to be the lucky one. I thought about calling her but in order to do this tale justice, I would have to do it in person. Before I knew it, my car was taking the Poole Road exit and I was pulling up in front of the yellow-shingled house with the rose bush on the side.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Vet.”

“What do you want?”

“Girl, let me in before your neighbors call the police,”

“This better be good. Do you know it is one in the morning and I have to go to church in the morning? A simple phone call saying you were safe would have been enough,” she said, opening the door. She was obviously in bed, judging from the less than amused look on her face. When Danita put her mind to it, she cleaned up really well. However, wearing a cotton nightgown and a pair of purple bedroom slippers, she was not giving me a sexy vibe.

“Neil and I did it.”

“I figured as much. Well, how was it?”

“If you give me something to eat I will tell you.”

Shaking her head, Danita opened her fridge and showed me my choices for a late night snack—three slices of pizza, a piece of baked chicken from the previous Sunday’s dinner and some left over pasta from a team luncheon. I decided to go with option one and as the microwave hummed, I told her about everything from the time I walked into the apartment until the time I walked out.

Handing me my plate, Danita asked, “So how do you feel?”

“A little strange, because here it is; I just f****d over my fiancée and I’m not even stressed about it. I mean, maybe it was just first time jitters. You know, I’m a lot of woman to handle and you can’t just fall up on this without being prepared.”

“Girl, I know you haven’t been in the game in a long time so let me just school you for a minute about one night stands. He probably answered the ad for the same reason you placed it, to see if the myths were true. Now he knows. He won’t call you again.”

“No I don’t think so. We shared some good conversation about movie, music and life in the South.”

“Well, I guess we will have to see. Now unless you plan to crash on the sofa, you need to hit the road because I am about to go back to bed. You don’t have to go home, but you have to get the hell up out of here.”

Taking the not so subtle hint to hit the road, I headed home to think about what happened. As I rolled down the silent highway to my exit, I reflected that I cheated on my fiancé with a white dude I just met and the fact the s*x wasn’t any good occupied my thoughts rather than the infidelity. Maybe the voice in my head was right, I did not need to get married. Most women on the verge of getting married do not cheat with someone they barely knew. Then again, I thought, walking into my apartment, I am not most people.