Phoenix Mating

July II

Courtney

"So much for not having to cook for four days," I groaned looking at the table in front of my couch. Apparently, I was drunk enough to eat the rest of my birthday dinner looking at the empty tray where the ribs once were, the half eaten macaroni and cheese, and the empty cast iron skillet of sweet potatoes. I shook my head at myself and laughed. I'm not sure how I put them down.

I picked everything up and put it in the dishwasher. I was about to go towards my room when I heard my phone ding from the counter in the kitchen. I picked up my phone seeing that it was on 10% due to my negligence. I had a text from Marcus:

Hey sweet thing, I hope you remember our plans for today. As promised I'm texting you at 12 to remind you of our plans:

1. Boat ride (dress comfy)

2. Shopping spree!

3. CLUB

I chuckled, great guy, but I couldn't allow myself to be sucked into that. It's happened before where I fell in love with the potential and not the actual actions. I have to! I can't have a repeat of all my past mistakes. I can't get excited from words, I need to see the actions and more importantly the authenticity and consistency.

I walked towards my room and got undressed so I could shower and figure out what I was going to wear. It was supposed to reach 95 degrees today, so something light would be my go to.

After a wonderful shower clearing away the grim from last night/early morning, I walked into my room trying to find something to wear. I decided on jean shorts, that reached my knees and a white T-shirt, and a red cap. I'd probably switch the hat to the one with cheetah print considering the dangers in wearing a red hat these days.

I lotioned up and put deodorant on, and since it was only 12:30, I decided to lay down and scroll through Instagram, just to relax my mind and think of other things rather than this date. As a Cancer (sun), Aquarius (moon), I have a tendency of falling too quickly but also being extremely cut off from my own feelings. I'm a weird mix; however, I...... have survived. I haven't had many romantic relationships; however, the ones that I have had, are what I would classify as a failure. I could be overthinking this now, I mean this could be a quick and easy thing, we just go to the boat dinner then I go home, not the hardest thing to deal with right?

Upon scrolling through my Instagram I noticed a fashionista had a post about upgrading your outfit. Maybe if I put a little more effort into these dates, I'd stand a chance. I rolled my eyes. I did say I was going to make an effort to try to put more into myself when I leave the house. The outfit was a white shirt, army fatigue shorts, a black over the body strapped bag, a watch, hoop earrings, red converse, and red lipstick. I could do all of those things. Instead of going with a white shirt, I decided on a black shirt with a strip of cheetah print across the chest, and red Nike AirForces. The shorts, purse, hoops, and watch are basically the same. Considering the time was still going by slowly, and this was going to be a long day, a coffee sounded like a good idea.

I was still walking around my house with just a towel around myself, and the amount of air I was getting was satisfying so that's how I will stay. I went back to my room and walked toward the bedside table where I picked up my phone seeing another message from Marcus asking if he could call me. I replied with a quick sure as I sat down on my bed pulling my hair into a bun.

"Courtney speaking," I said, answering the phone after finishing my hair.

"So formal," Marcus laughed.

"Sorry it's a habit," I said playing with my nails.

"So how is your morning so far?" he asked, I heard rustling in the background and it made me wonder what he was doing.