Loving Mr. Wrong

The Beginning

***Khalissa in the media.

I always wondered why people thought that parties and clubs were "the scene". I never found anything fun from one hectic room full of crazy people and alcohol (which is usually included). But tonight my best friend Tiffany, Tiff for short, asked me to go to this new club with her that's supposed to be the hottest spot in Georgia. I'm not looking forward to the 45 minute ride there or the party itself, but it's my girl's birthday today and I owe her!

Speaking of Tiff, that's her calling me now. "What's up?" I said. "Nothing right now, I was just calling to make sure that you aren't planning on wearing a church dress to Club Spades tonight," she said. This girl is some kind of comedian calling me in the middle of the day asking me what I'm wearing, like I'm not completely capable of dressing myself. Just to toy with her mind I responded, "Hmmmm, I do have this long kinda tight fitting dress that I always get complimented for by the deacons when I wear it." "Hell naw you better not be wearing any thing that you wear to church to this club tonight or you will not be seen with me, everybody who knows me knows that I only roll  with bad bitches," she responded. Now  Tiff knows that I cannot stand it when people cuss around me but she can't help but to do it, and since she's my best friend I let her slide. Plus ain't nobody got time to be fussing with her about her mouth.. Tiff is the type that says what she wants when she wants and not care about consequences, I love her to death but she has no chill. 

"Okay, Tiff I'll find something that'll make you proud," I  tell her just to shut her up. Once she's satisfied with my response we end the call with promises to see each other later on tonight. I rummage through my closet for something to wear and since I haven't went out since the 90s there's nothing in my closet that fits the occasion; so I have to go shopping. 

I love to shop but usually when I do it's for other people, it actually feels good to be shopping for myself for a change. It takes a while for me to find something that I like and by time that I do it's 6:30 and time for me to get home and get dressed. I take an hour long bath and wrap a towel around myself to air dry as I do my hair and make up. I straighten my hair and by the time I get ready to grab my heels I hear someone coming into my condo. I know it's Tiff because she's the only one with a key to my place. "Hey girl I'm in the room," I yell out to hear. Tiff yells back, "Damn bitch I hope you're ready because it's 9:00 and I'm ready to party hard, because it's my birthday bitches!" This girl is too much to handle. "Girl, shutup before the neighbors call the police about your ghetto mouth," I tell her while laughing the whole time. I slip my heels on and I'm ready to go. I'm dressed in a black long sleeved dress with black and silver peep toe heels. "Damn, you look sexy Khalissa" Tiff tells me. I look at her and she looks likes she's stepped off of the run way, with a tight Aztec printed romper on and some nude color heels, I must admit that my best friend is bad! 

The ride there was crazy with Tiff and some of our other friends talking about how drunk they gonna get at the club and how they searching the club for them some fine hard bodied men to take home. I just sat in the back and laughed. These girls are always searching for men. I'm too focused on me to think about any man, or what they got swinging between their thighs, I'm on a mission for a better me. 

I'm always the dd (designated driver) and the babysitter any time the girls get to drunk to remember their own name, but tonight I plan in doing a little turning up myself; it's my girls birthday and I owe her!

When we get to the club it's already packed and we have to park down the street . We have no trouble getting in because Tiff supposedly knows the owner. My guess is that she's probably sexing him on the regular to get us in with no problem like that because the line was all the way down the block. 

Once we get to the bar we all order our drinks and the bartender informs us that the drinks are on the house, I'm surprised, because these drinks aren't cheap. Out of the corner of my eyes I see this fine man walking up to us. My breath catches in my chest and I cannot help but to stare. He goes up to Tiff hugs her and gives her a kiss on the cheek, and I'm suddenly very jealous! I don't know why I'm reacting this way, I've never felt this way about any man so suddenly; not even Kamar, my high school sweet heart...that's a story for another time. As this fine man looks at Tiff so lovingly I find myself wanting to be in her shoes. "Hey baby girl," he says to her as we all stare at him and admire him from a distance. He's about 6'0 tall, brown skinned, with dreads, a nice build, brown eyes, and some sexy ass lips. "Hey, bro," Tiff says back.