-A Little over 3 Months Later; An October Saturday 8:52 AM-
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Dear diary
So? About Mitchell. He's...strangely amazing? Okay so what do we know so far? 30, HBCU grad, working on his doctorates. His mother is Nigerian, she met his father when she moved here to the states, then Mitchell came about. He's a private forensic biologist and now owns the single-family home that his family once rented out as income to put him through school. Can you spell generational wealth? Never married, no kids, and his background check was clean except for a couple of parking tickets. I like him, like "kicking my feet finding something silly to do while we're on the phone" like him. Ever since our first date, he's been so consistent in giving me at least 15 minutes of Facetime.
It seems like a little bit, but with him finishing his dissertation and working on his research full-time, I'm happy to have that. The way he's so intentional makes me happy. The way we talk, I understand how they say friends first. Today makes 95 days of knowing him. Is it too soon to talk about dating exclusively? I never even asked if he was seeing anyone else... Maybe I should? I don't want to ruin it though. Judging by our first date, he seems interested.
Just before Aleigha can finish her morning journal entry after her treadmill routine, there's a knock on the door. "You expecting some company jellybean?" Aleigha asks eyeing Papa. Aleigha pushes her blue light glasses up her nose and checks her phone.
"Oop!" She's looking dead at Mitchell on the Ring alarm.
I'm glad I wasn't lying when I told him I was an early riser even on the weekends. He thinks he's so cute trying to call my bluff...
Aleigha was still in the same workout clothes, a two piece chestnut brown high impact and white sock with her tortoise reading glasses. Usually her hair was in a pineapple because she was a lazy natural and she stretched her braid outs to the last leg. She slid downstairs stopping at the mirror to shake out her braid out she had in a pineapple, "You still got it girl."
"Mitchell! Good morning, how are you?"
"Well good morning four eyes how are you" He teases as he pushes falling glasses back up her nose. "I was thinking that I could treat you to a Saturday brunch? I know this great black-owned diner that makes pancakes."
Ugh, I love pancakes...
"Why don't I treat you to a homecooked meal right here with me?" Aleigha asks. "I actually have fresh fruit I could make into a pancake topping. Have our own little spread right here?". Mitchell loved that.
