Kindred Spirits

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Tremaine |

Two Weeks Later

"Nigga, if you don't put that damn phone down. I'm mad as hell that you even went through with that shit." Jabri griped while I messaged back another one of the women I met on that dating site. I can't lie, the shit was addicting.

Right when I was finished signing up, I had like six matches, which was good when you were just getting started. Again, I wasn't on this website for love, I just wanted someone to talk to. I told all of them that, ended up losing four matches. But, gained so many more as the weeks passed.

Some in the same boat as me, some separated, one still in a damn marriage – left her ass alone – and some just plain desperate. What amused me was that eHarmony picked all of the prospects out for you. They literally matched you with a few people who you shared similarities with. I didn't necessarily like that since I couldn't just pull up on a woman that I found intriguing but, it was whatever.

"Trigga, you know dating sites for lonely people, right? Uh, whatever happened to Naomi? The love of ya' hopeless-ass life? I know that you know she gon' go off when she find out. We also know that she gon' find out." he grumbled. Sighing aloud, I turned my head to see him grilling me already.

"Naomi and I are still on a break, bruh. If that was intended to make me stop, you failed." I shrugged, glancing down. I missed Naomi, to be honest. Maybe this online shit was me tryin'a fill the void of not having her, I don't know. She was doing better off without me, according to her ghetto-ass sister, . I hated her ass with a burning passion, but that was another story for another day.

"What do you even talk about with these girls, bro? Put the phone down for a sec and look up." he encouraged. Being harassed by Jabri all day long was not on the agenda, man. Glancing up from my seat at the cabana, I saw women frolicking on the beach, flirting around. The usual scene in South Beach.

"Okay?" I said in a not caring tone since I was desensitized to the sight.

"Nigga, it's bitches galore today and you on eHarmony. I'm embarrassed." he whispered harshly. Shaking my head, one of the women that I subconsciously had my gaze on made her way over to where we sat. Just great.

"Hi. Trigga and Loso, right?" she smiled, pointing at us. The streets of South Beach knew who we were so, this wasn't a weird thing to me. I simply nodded, looking back down at my phone. An alarm signaled, informing me of another match. Clicking on it, the woman's information and picture came up.

Onyx, Toronto, CA

Occupation: Kindergarten Teacher
Age: 26
Height: 5'7
Wants Kids: Yes
Kids At Home: No
Ethnicity: Black, Middle Eastern
Religion: Christian
Drinks: Seldom
Smokes: Seldom
Match Delivered: 07 June 2014

Damn, I thought. She was badder than all the other ones and I just couldn't understand why she would be on here. I made sure I read about what she was looking for before getting too invested. I didn't want to promise these women anything that I couldn't offer. I sighed with relief when she stated that she wasn't hell-bent on finding someone to seriously be with, but, if it blossomed into something, she would be comfortable with that, too.

"Won't we, Trigga?" Jabri grinned, nudging my shoulder. It dawned on me that three other females had walked over to us, smirking and licking their lips. Rolling my eyes, I glanced at Jabri who had a Kool-Aid smile stitched onto his face.

"Won't we, what?" I asked, brewing with annoyance.

"Hit up KOD with these lovely ladies." he smirked, winking at the one that he had his eye on. Kissing my teeth, I picked up my Cherry Noir and went on my way. I didn't have time to be hanging around with these hoes; that was trouble. Naomi's birds were always perched up in corners and shit, watching me so when I fucked up, they could be relevant for five minutes.