Something I wrote while I was bored one night.
Along with meeting Derrick was an introduction to happiness I had never before experienced. There was an intriguing vibe that followed, making him different than any other man I had ever fell in love with. The list isn’t short, but it’s not long either. I’ve been around the block enough times to see a difference in men. Poor choice of words, I know. What I meant to say was, I have my fair share of failed relationships to recognizes when a man is seriously in love with you, and I don’t mean that temporary love feel, but long term, you know, when you can imagine yourself popping out a few babies with them.
Derrick and I worked in the same government building, but he was one of the big wigs who worked on the next floor above me, that’s where the real money makers were based. I found him to be extremely attractive, being a black man who dressed in custom-tailored suits and a thing for nice watches and home decor. He was well groomed, athletic with a nice smile behind a set of juicy pink lips. The guy was clean-cut, conscious and aware of who he was and what he contributed to not just the company but life, and everyone around him… Oh, and he had money, and I don’t mean office cubicle money, but money market, Roth IRA, real estate having money. There’s not slot of black men like him these days. He was actually like a blessing from God, I was so close to giving up black men and settling with white men as my choice of intimate partners. Continue Reading