(I was talking to this black chick about interracial dating and she was telling me about her Plain Jane friend who snared some rich, handsome white guy. She was Jealous of her plain friend but at the same time happy her friend had that experience. All plain women should be so lucky)
"I can't believe that guy is going out with you!"
She says it with sarcasm, and the twinge of jealousy in her voice is unmistakable.
"And by guy, you mean which guy?" Cynthia asks.
Sandra stared at her incredulously. "C'mon, Cynthia. Just how many rich, single, good looking Caucasian hunks do you have floating around?"
"I guess you mean Craig?"
"If he's the one with the buff body and handsome face with an expensive sports car and no wedding band on, then yeah, he would be the one I am talking about."
Cynthia relishes her astonishment. For years it had always been Sandra the one to salivate over her hot dates, and Cynthia the one languishing with lesser guys who had no jobs, had no looks, had no money, and had no car. For the first time Cynthia's life, she felt like she had the upper hand, and she was determined to rub it in.
"He's taking me to a five star restaurant and then, afterward, we're going to see a musical. Front row seats."
"Wow! Is it Jersey Boys?"
"The one and the same."
"Damn, that must be costing him at least $125 per. You'll know what he'll want in return, don't you?"
Cynthia frowned. "I don't know that he'll want anything in return. "I'm sure his motives are pure, but even if they're not, the truth is I haven't had a man make love to me in over two years. My oversexed and over-heated body is just so damn sex starved, that if he were to put his hands on me I'd just fold up like a tent. He is, as you have seen for yourself, amazingly buff and absolutely gorgeous."
"That he is, which is why it is so hard to figure out what he is possibly doing with you."
Cynthia cringes. "You really know how to bring down a woman's spirits, don't you? Nothing like a best friend to make you feel like pure shit!"
"Sorry, I didn't mean it how it sounded. It's just that a guy like that could obviously get any chick he wants."
"And he wants me, is that so hard to believe?"
"Well, quite frankly, yes."
"There you go again, trying to make me feel like I belong on a segregated island with lepers. I'm not that bad looking, and I have nice breasts. But he says he likes the way I make him laugh, and he likes the way I am such a sports statistic nut. We both love college sports, like football and basketball. I know the names of all the quarterbacks in the nation and he finds that refreshing in a woman. He loves talking college sports."
Sandra shrugged. "My compliments. I always thought your obsession with following college sports was silly, but apparently it is beginning to pay dividends. I take back everything I said. Maybe you two do have a lot in common after all? Damn, gonna be late for work. Gotta run. Call me later, after my shift. I don't care what time it is. I want to know every single salacious detail."
She left the coffee shop with a sprint.
Cynthia sighed as her best friend scooted away.
She then glanced at her watch. Her date with the amazing Craig was to begin in just three short hours. Time to go home and get herself ready.
XXX
She chose a red dress, not so much because she liked the color, but because it had the lowest cleavage of all her dresses, and her bulging breasts were by far her best feature.
He had said he loved her eyes, 'large, glossy and hypnotically brown' was how he had put it. Still, his words didn't come across as being stilted or rehearsed, neither did they seem phoney. They seemed sincere and nice, just like him.
She frowned at the bulge around her waist. She had about thirty extra pounds spread out over her five foot three frame. Still, she was arguably somewhat curvy or arguably somewhat overweight, depending on how he chose to look at her. He seemed to be the kind of guy that was always looking on that glass as being half full. It gave her a reason to be encouraged.
She sprayed on a little perfume and glossed up her thick black lips with a stunning scarlet sheen. He said he liked red lipstick on a woman and she wasn't about to disappoint him.
She wondered if she would be able to hold onto her fast and hard rule about no sex on the first date. She had a hard time getting dates of any kind, and the very fact that Craig was easily one of the hottest hunks she had ever seen, now led her to wonder if she would simply fold up like some tent if the subject of sex presented itself. Just the thought of being in his arms was making her irrepressibly horny. She almost began to wish they would just skip dinner and the show and stay at her place. Still she was really looking forward to the night out, and hoped it would give her time to build an inner resolve. Sex on the first date, as much as a turn on as it would be, might make her seem like some slut. She sighed at the thought and then simply decided to play it by ear.
XXX
"I can't believe you didn't call me."
"It's kind of hard when you're not alone."
"Damn! Whatchoo mean not alone. Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"You got it."
"But on the first date? I thought you always said that you would never-"
"Rules were made to be broken, especially when there is a handsome millionaire laying next to you."
"Wow, and soooooo, is he still there?"
"Having a shower as we speak."
"Shit woman! I am really jealous. Soooo how was it? I remember you saying it's been two years for you."
"It was like heaven itself. For both of us. We made love for two hours straight."
"He wore a condom, right?"
There was no answer, merely a pause at the other end of the line. Sandra sought clarification. "A condom. He wore one right?"
"Not really."
