Mommies!!! I hope you had an awesome three day weekend & a happy Memorial Day. I know I did! It was complete with bright sunshine, warm weather, a beautiful park, fam, friends, kids, laughter, barbecue, a lot of snacking, overeating, card playing and ish talking…Phase 10 and spades just wouldn’t be the same without the latter (lol). It really was the perfect holiday.
Just so you know, I’m sipping on a cup of strong caramel colored coffee with plenty of sugar—my third cup in like a year, which tells you just how often I drink it–so that I could uphold my end of the bargain…getting you Wednesday’s post by any means necessary.
Well anyway, I know I left you hanging last week, not on purpose of course, so I won’t hold you up any longer, let’s get right to why you’re all here. You want to know what happened with me and WrOnG MiStEr since last week’s post.
Okay, so where did we leave off? Oh yes, he was telling me all about what he had been up too…
“Working, church, the usual, you know me,” he said as he gently touched my arm and continued on…
I thought I did, I said to myself, making sure my feminine side didn’t respond to his flirtatious gauge. I would not give him the pleasure.
“…blah, blah, blah, blah, blah…”
I stood there in a zone inside my head. I realized that he was actually trying to feel me out. He was trying to see if I had left the door open for him to walk back into my life.
And I really couldn’t believe this jerk had the nerve to 1) act like we were still close friends 2) flirt with me like we were still close friends and 3) touch me like we were still…close friends after he handled me the way he did.
“…blah, blah, blah, that’s pretty much it. I’m just trying to stay busy.”
“Oh, okay,” I said, thrown and a tad bit pissed by his audacity. But the lady in me, kept her composure. I would not give him the pleasure.
“How’s the wifey?” I asked with the most satisfying smirk on my face. I knew how to bring the ride he was trying to take me on to a screeching halt.
“I’m not married, I don’t have a wife,” he chuckled with a slightly uncomfortable look of surprise on his.
“Come on, you two have been together off and on for like seven years, might as well have be your wife.”
“Well, we’re not together. We broke up months ago.”
“What? Are you kidding me? I laughed, although I could actually believe what I was hearing. “Y’all have one of the unhealthiest relationships ever. Whose fault is it this time? Hers?”
“Because you know you have some issues yourself,” I said cutting him off, “Come on now, I’m sure it’s not all her fault.”
“What? He laughed, “What do you mean I have issues?”
“You have issues. Don’t act like you don’t. You know you low down.”
“Oh wow, that’s how you feel about me? So I’m low down huh?”
“Ahh that’s wrong Katrina. I can’t believe that’s how you feel about me. I thought we were better than that.”
“Yea, me too. It’s all good though.”
“You don’t mean that,” he laughed, “we’re still friends right?”
I didn’t answer.
“We gotta’ talk. You should call me sometimes.”
I looked at my phone. Apparently my facial expression had given me away.
“What? You don’t have my number anymore? What? You deleted it? For real?”
I looked at my phone remembering it was still in my contacts, just under DO NOT ANSWER. And for some reason, I was starting to wonder whether or not he was worth changing it back? Was he worth another phone call or another chance? Was he even worth my friendship again?
I guess we’ll see how far this unexpected encounter got WrOnG MiStEr in next Wednesday’s post. See you then ladies!!!
Until next time…