She looked me up and down and shifted in her chair. Yeah, a nigga had her twitching. I didn’t care how much she tried to act like she wasn’t feeling me because of our one-night stand, she was feeling me. If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t be here.
“I ordered us some drinks,” she stated as I took my seat.
“How you know what I like to drink?”
“I was drunk a few weeks ago but I went through a few of my sister pictures and noticed you drunk a lot of cognac. Am I correct?”
“You starting to make me think you wasn’t as drunk as you appeared to be,” I insinuated.
“Trust me, I was fucked up. I just did a little investigating.”
“That’s what I like ‘bout you. You not out there like a lot of the females I know.”
The waitress brought our drinks and we placed our food order. I was already feeling the vibe she was on tonight. She had her hair under another wig. The shit looked good though. I fucked a lot of women that wore frontals, but Blessyn was the best I seen. There was thin layer of gloss on her thick lips. Her eyebrows were naturally thick and arched. She didn’t need anything on her skin because it was flawless. Blessyn’s skin had a nice glow to it. The shoulder tattoo and two small hearts on her throat stood out with her backless dress.
“What kind of females you used to being with?” She asked, picking up her wine glass.
“Huh?” Blessyn took me off guard.
“I’m saying, it definitely ain’t my type. I didn’t answer you fast enough today and you got a little crazy on me. It’s giving you like women that worship you. Is that your type?”
“I ain’t here to talk ‘bout no other females. I’m here to see wassup with you. I’m trying to get to know you so the next time we fuck, we won’t be strangers.”
“Won’t be a next time Mr. Larry.”
“You sho?” I rubbed my fingers through my beard. “Nothing is stopping me from dragging you to the bathroom, bending you over and slow stroking you until your legs shake. You can sit you are fine ass there and act like you don’t want me to, but I can put all the money in my pocket you don’t have panties on.”
Blessyn sipped her drink and looked around before locking eyes with me. See it was in a woman’s eyes that told what they really wanted. Her mouth was saying one thing, but her eyes was telling me to another. I was going to chill though. I was really here to get to know her.
“Now that I have you speechless. Why you ain’t got a nigga and kids yet?”
“I guess I’m too strong for most men.”
“So, you don’t have any kids?”
She paused for a second, “No kids. What about you?”
The paused had me for a minute. I glared into her eyes before, I responded.
“No kids.”
“I can honestly say I thought you would have a few baby mamas. You not bad looking at all.”
“I’m not the type to have a baby mama. My brother got enough baby mama problems for the both of us.”
“What’s wrong with a baby mama.”
“If a man can lay up with you, then why can’t he make you his wife? That’s just my opinion though. That’s why I don’t have kids; I haven’t met a woman yet that’s worth being my wife or carrying my child.”
“I like the way you think. But what about people that don’t want to be married?”
“Again, that’s why I don’t have kids. It’s either marriage or nothing.”
“I feel you.”
“Why you single though, for real. Like I understand you strong and shit but it’s niggas out there that don’t care ‘bout being with a strong woman. Is there something else ‘bout you that make niggas not want to fuck wit’ you?”
“Niggas want me, but I don’t want them. Don’t sit across from me and make it seem like I’m not a catch. You trying to get with me.”
