I came home from work tired from the exhausting work week and the stress of finals exam, I was tired yes but I didn’t want to just threw myself in the couch and fall asleep as I’d done countless times before. I was excited, yes very excited because he was coming over and I was making him dinner. Hahaha yes, me…dinner, it’s not unheard of but neither is it common. But tonight was different, he mentioned a few times how “You evah cook and gimme yet”? truth be told I did about two times before but I’m the only one that remembered it seems. I took a shower and put on something comfortable but s*xy, something to show my nice propped up a*s and long legs. Now let’s be clear, I know I don’t have the shape of Amber Rose (whom I happened to like) but I have a little something going on and was smelling damn good. We had agreed to meet about 8pm, that was enough time for me to stage a home cooked meal. It was indeed home cooked, truth be told in my very kitchen, now as to who cooked it? that’s a different story. 8:30 came he’s still not here, gosh he is almost always late, almost 9 still not here and he knows how impatient I get. By this time dinner was ready in the oven on low… still no man. Called oround 10 he said he’s he stopped with an old friend, I could hear the drunk in the background who was now taking up my time. Oh Lord why do I let him do this, better yet why do I allow it? I tell myself and him that I don’t want him, he’s here for one reason and one reason only but I hate the feeling of not being in control. Now it’s 11:19pm and he’s still not here, by now I am actually feeling tired and the one shot I had earlier to “get a buzz” is actually kicking in. The food in still in the oven untouched as I couldn’t bring myself to eat alone, I feel bummed out. I should leave this man alone, yes I should leave her man alone…..
****text comes in**** “goodnight babe talk to you tomorrow,PS. I really miss you and hope to see you soon now that school is out”…. shrugs shoulders and turn the phone face down.