My Happy Ending

A guy not Dayo

A little late on introduction but hi, I'm Bethany Moore. A 28-year old African-American living in California, USA. I'm an accountant receiving a 6-digits salary so I'm pretty much a successful career woman. My break up with Dayo a year ago has given me enough time to focus on and build my career. It would be a lie if I say I'm over the break up because the wound still feels so fresh in my heart. Stephanie, my best friend since high school has tried to set me up with several of her other friends and I have to admit some of them are really nice guys but I just don't think I'm ready to let anybody else into my heart again. For the past year, I have been telling myself I'm happy without him but I know that's a lie. Dayo was loving, caring, kind and above all, great in bed. He made me so happy. I enjoyed every minute of my time spent with him, not the last 5 minutes he shattered my hopes and dreams though. I'm afraid another relationship I get into cannot make as happy as he did but not until I met Dave.

I met Dave at a club downtown on one of the many Friday nights Stephanie dresses me up to go clubbing. She claims it will help me "loosen up and meet better guys". Really? Better guys at a club? Lol. That day was the first time I saw Dave at that club. I spotted him though he was far at the other end of the club because he definitely gave off a different vibe from the guys I usually meet at the club. He was sitting but still looked so tall and huge. His t-shirt stuck to his body and carved out his biceps, damn he was so hot and sexy that I could not take my eyes off him. He looked around probably after feeling my intense gaze and our eyes met. I was struck by those eyes that looked so pretty under the disco lights that my heart skipped a beat and I almost choked on my own saliva. He smirked a little and looked away. I wondered what he thought of me at that moment. Stephanie noticed my unsettledness and followed my gaze. "Wow! Well, that's a new face and he is so hot" she said and looked at my face for a response. She smiled when she saw me nod in agreement. She continued "I can see you are definitely attracted to him. You should go talk to him". "What! You must be joking. I should walk over there to talk to him? You want me to embarrass myself, right?" I replied extremely shocked by what she said. Stephanie has always been a go-getter, she approached a lot of guys she found attractive and even asked some of them out. She easily starts a conversation with a stranger and making friends is a piece of cake for her but I'm different. I don't approach people unless it's very necessary and even when I'm approached, I take a step back. "Look, I know you are shy and this is hard for you but you have to go get what you want. This is the first guy I have seen you drool over since you-know-who and I don't want you to let this moment go without even trying. Just go over there and say hi, start a conversation naturally and just let things unfold the way they should" Stephanie said. I actually felt encouraged but her pep talk wasn't entirely useful because when I looked up Dave was already walking towards our table.