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I sat at the bar in the clingy sweaterdress sipping on my Amaretto sour wondering if I'd made a mistake in coming. I was having a bad day. The intern I was supposed to interview didn't show. I was questioning things about my life and feeling the weight of many of the decisions I was making.

I had no choice but to carry on. It was 5:30. He would be walking through that door at any moment and I wanted to spare him how I felt at that moment - waiting for someone who didn't show. I felt like I spent a lot of my time waiting.

He walked in, the chill of the evening on his coat. Shorter than what I expected, there he was. We sat at a booth in the lounge. We talked. He talked about his business of selling ad space, selling to women like me who were breathtakingly beautiful, so he said.

He was charming. I felt safe. A different kind of safe. When I was with Joe, I knew he would and could beat the hell out of anyone who tested me or his patience too tough. The safety I felt with Afroman was the type of safe where I knew he was faithful to me. With him, I felt safe like I could order a mink and it would be paid for no question. I'm not used to that. I told a friend I felt like I was Cree Summer and he was Cliff Huxtable. Age aside, I'm used to the bohemian struggle and he's talking about renting hotel rooms for the weekend in the city just because, flying to Punta Cana on a whim.

That's the type of security I want to have for myself.

He asked me when the last time I had a vacation. It literally took me 5 minutes to remember. It was 3 years ago. (Smh)

After the 4th Amaretto sour (mind you, I can't tell you the last time I had more than 1 drink) I looked at him and said...

Oh, I get it. You want to date me.

He laughed and said yes.

I broke it down into 3 rules:
1. I am not a trophy. I am not a tart. I have a mind and it must be acknowledged and respected.
2. I am not a plaything. I'm serious-minded when it comes to taking time from my work to spend time with you.
3. I had a daddy whom I loved very much. I don't need another one unless you would like to be a daddy of some other sort. We can work out a contract or something.

He laughed. He said he liked me and he was glad we met. He called me smooth. He said I was gangsta. He then vowed to treat me like a lady ought to. I just smile not really acknowledging these promises. I mean, really...we'll see.
He's off traveling and I'm trying to promote my party. Every now and again we'll stop and let our hair down. Relax. I'm taking it slow in my mind. He's just a man.
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