So Good!

Chapter 3 Preview: Yucky Blucky Fruitcake

I fuck with Junie B

Barbara was my idol

Had to wear my attitude to every dance recital

In my black Taylor Chucks, the ones that laced up to my thighs

Lisa Frank lipstick on my eyes

Weird girl activity, black bitch nativity

Spy girl erotica, bucket hat from Nautica

Clit throbbing, I start sobbing watching Narnia

I been winning trophies since Fear Factor

I was earning medals the same rate you basic bitches learned how to use protractors

Foot been on they next before chiropractor

But I gave all the game boys cooties- Yucky Blucky Fruitcake- Doechii

Okay, my first thought when I got the box...Carter? Did he do this? No, and I am kind of glad that he didn't. I would've hated to turn down such a perfect opportunity as this one. Booker Johnston, he's my best friend, although that may have been an understatement. We have been going to school together since 8th grade and we have always been close. He went to FIDM (Fashion Institute of Design & Merchandising) in Los Angeles for college, the first time we were apart. Now he's thriving in New York and everywhere he can be, designing for numerous celebrities. I always enjoy a little excursion. But of course, I'll have to call him. I picked my phone up from the table I had been sitting at moments ago. I unlock my phone and select one of my favorite contacts. I rang only twice...

"Did you finally get it?" He answered uncontrollably.

"Yes Booker, what were you thinking? Book, I have been having interviews for the last two weeks. I can't just pack up in the middle of the week and come see you. I also have a job." I sighed.

"Oh will you stop? At this point, I'll pay you for your time. And I'm not asking you to come in the middle of the week. Just a weekend. Did you see the dress? Tell me you've seen the dress?"

"No I haven't because why would I tease myself with something I cannot wear?"

"Oh my goodness, Aniyah please, please, please, please.." I stopped him before he could plead more.

"Fine, I'll come if I can find someone to find to take my shift."

"Did you ask Melanie what she thought? I also sent her a ticket and a dress."

I had been so quick to call I hadn't even noticed anything but the first dress and sleeve with plane tickets. "No I hadn't. I just called you immediately."

"I'll call her. One second.." He clicked over to probably call Mel.

Booker was someone I could always rely on to make me feel better. He is always someone who can understand what I need when I need it even if I can't recognize it. Maybe he's right. Maybe I did need to go out and enjoy some time that is not spent pondering a million ways of how to be less awkward in interviews. I need a moment to myself. But it has just been feeling impossible to do.

By the time he called Mel, it was a 30-minute conversation of me going over with both of them the same thing. I would love to go, but what if I get called to do a second interview the following Monday? What if I miss my flight? All the risks just seemed unpleasant. But I am still thinking about it. We chatted a little after and I decided to go and get ready for my day.

I had a mop of curls tangled in a mess on my head. I could only take the fact that I had 4 hours until I had to go to work, in its full capacity. I found a spray bottle, a paddle brush and a wide tooth comb and went to town. My hair was a decent length, and I am certainly looking forward to more length. A journey of a black woman is not always linear. But, if you see me on time for anything, that usually means I am wearing some protective style. My real hair, my beautiful 4a,4b hair is such a task to handle. However, I can't complain because the hair Gods did do they thing.

Ideally, I would be on time but only the rest of the day will tell. I took a shower and did my normal smell good routine, lotion down, roll on oil up, get dressed and then spray the perfume and can't forget the deodorant. Typical black slacks and button up white collar shirt still in tact. The fact that I wear my uniform more than anything else  I own can get depressing sometimes. No need in forgetting to smell delicious. It is quite literally a necessity.

The rest of the week went by unrealistically quick. I literally got whiplash from trying to figure which day of the week we were on. Unfortunately, there was no call back from the marketing company I interviewed with, at least, not yet. It wasn't unusual for companies of their caliber to take their precious time, even for a second interview. I couldn't allow my nerves to get the best of me. 'It is in the bag' I keep thinking to myself. Even if I didn't exactly agree, that is the only hope keeping me afloat. Unfortunately, I still have 2 weeks to think if I will be heading to Vegas or not. A weekend trip definitely sounds appealing, and it's already paid for. Who am I to give all this up?

Regardless, today is now Saturday and begrudgingly speaking, I have a date that I completely forgot about. Mostly because this was scheduled for months ago and the guy and I literally have been rescheduling it ever since. Like a little tap dance. He was pretty cute though. Couldn't tell if he had a foot fetish for sure yet but he kept asking me for several pictures of my feet with different toenail polish colors. It got to the point that I told him I would no longer take anymore feet pics unless we actually sit down face to face and eat a meal, FOR ONCE! That isn't something that seems unreasonable to me. So, he agreed to today.

I am honestly not the dating type. I think I am fun to be around most days and I can almost always make a joke that will get a rumble throughout a room. I just feel like sometimes I have difficulty with separating how I feel about myself, space and my time with other people. I wouldn't say I'm a selfish person, but also being realist, I haven't really had to focus on how anyone, besides Carter, needed to be loved. He is all I've ever known. Then once I got over him, I dedicated myself to learning what actually makes me happy. Not superficially. Days after the break up, I made a lot of questionable decisions. That, left me stunned and sometimes even more hurt. Following a damn illusion in my head and not really dealing with the upkeep of an actual relationship again. And honestly, it would be too soon.

I decided to do wear something equally sexy and modest. Black is slimming and a black freakum dress will always leave a man wanting more. Off the shoulder with a cute sweetheart neckline. The dress went probably an half an inch above my knees and I opted for my favorite stilettos because of what I remember about the guy, he's pretty damn tall. Thankfully, earlier this week I was able to scrape some money together for a silk press and a retouch on my highlights. If I know one thing, as a broke woman living in luxury, I will find time and funds to get my hair done. Even if I have to fucking Instacart 5 days in a week leading up to the day. I just really needed to be able to do something for myself for once in a while. My hair was straightened but lightly curled. The brown highlights brightened up my face. My hair went a little past my bra strap so I definitely was excited to show it off tonight at dinner.

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This is a really rough draft but I wanted to post SOMETHING!!!!! School and work has been kicking my ass. Especially this part time job. But my last final is tomorrow and I'm done with school until mid January. Plenty of writing time. So I shall post more for you all on Friday!!!! The full chapter of 3 and potentially the Chapter 4. I can't promise!! I am wanting to though, hopefully I can pull it all together. See you soon!!! Thank you for your patience and love.