They say if you are lucky enough to find love, you better keep it. Doesn't really matter who's love, or how you get it now days. As long as you get it.
Well... I think I love my friend's husband. . . pick your mouths up off of the floor.... cause it's not what yall think. I know a lot of women that have male best friends. So it's not really that uncommon.
He understands me... Some might ask...Why can't I be this close to my own man? Well, since I'm in the mood to share...Lee has been my inspiration. Yes he is married to Angel (a good friend of mines) , but that's my best friend. We all met at the same time, and there was no problem then...but this is now, Times have changed,feelings have changed too, plus I'm single.
Naija couldn't tell Angel everything that she knew about Terrance & Tori, because Tori had dirt on Naija &; Lee... Yes Angels husband.
I really can't call it dirt, cause in reality nothing ever happened. Maybe a couple of close encounters, but nothing serious. Moments in time that may in fact never be revealed...cause at the end of the day, the only people that really knows what went on, are those two and God.
Why was it that Lee had a beautiful wife, a good paying job, along with his charming looks... yet he still craved attention from other women? He had the full package, the life, the cars, the women. What more could one man ask for? I guess the answer would be...What he has not... cant even place that blame on just the men, cause I believe that the human species period is genetically programmed to be unsatisfied...Women...our" Nights in shinning armor" ...Men your" Perfect wives"...even if & when we actually do attain what we think it is we are looking for..."We still want more." Think about it... If you were to hit the lottery today, and finally you are able to buy everything that you have ever wanted. . .What's next? You would find new things to want.
The imagination is a very powerful tool. Ultimately dangerous in the wrong minds. What existed between " Lee & Naija" was actually innocent, but to the unknown outside eye.... They were cheating. A little too close for comfort... but in who's eyes?
The two of them had recently been spotted in public. The pair frequently went to this small black owned diner around the corner from Lee's office. Lunch is innocent right??? Sure, depending on the type of communication line you have open with your spouse. Why was this made into some big secret? They kept this secret from Angel, cause they both knew what this could be made to look like... You know... Trying to save those... " Its not what it looks like speeches.
Naija would always arrive first, and Lee would follow suit like clock work. Pulling up exactly fifteen minutes later in his wife's" Navy Blue" 2014" Ford Explorer. This had been their special meet up spot for the past two and a half years, once a week, on a Tuesday. Naija would order the same thing each time. Lamb chops served with white rice and gravy. Lee would have the Baked lemon fish. That's if he decided to have anything at all.
They would sit for hours, exchanging war stories along with goals for the future.
" I wish it could be like this with Angie" ... sighs. . .
Lee thought to himself, as he neatly cut his baked fish into tiny squares. which he doubled on his fork before placing them into his mouth.
Truth was... sometimes he didn't even listen. This was normal to him. He had the chance to grab a bite to eat and think. Naija never noticed his small talk. Women just need to vent.
Sure... He looked at her as a friend, but found very little interest in her desperate cries for attention. He felt like most of her problems she created for herself. A lot of times he would be there physically. His mind was on the job & last but not least..his wife.
Angel was always worrying and asking questions. Even when he did really just want to talk to his wife, things would always seem to take a wrong turn.So he didn't bother trying anymore. Lee was now comfortable with going in the wrong direction...and his wife never even noticed.
"NO LOVE LOST"
I gotta go pick my friend up from the airport. Traffic was always heavy, especially during rush hour. Min was flying in from Detroit, and the nearest airport is nine miles away from were I live.
I don't mind the drive, it's just that I can't stand crowed places. Too many people in one spot, way too much noise and plus I'm a little impatient. Her plane is scheduled to pull in at 7:40...as long as she comes straight out, she's good...cause I know I'm not going in.
Angie or Angel as you may know her, Sat in her rented car. A candy Red" 2012" Charger, listening to a Gospel song by Mary-Mary...called " Can't give up Now". She mumbled the words that she knew as she opened her Sun roof and cracked both of her rear Windows.
What time is it? She asks herself as she peeks at the screen of her phone. It's 7:38... It seemed like it had been that time for the last ten minutes. She was that dumb, she knew better than to light her piece of blunt that sat in the ashtray.
So she pulled out a square from her fresh pack of Newport shorts in the box. "This girl needs to come on" she says out loud.
Then her phone lights up... It displays Min's contact picture with no ring tone. "Maybe it's my signal".
After she pushes the talk button. Min loudly yells into the phone. "Hello" ..."Hello"...The phone beeps and then drops the signal.
"Fuck'" she curses out loud again. . ." Now I have to get out".
Angel curses a little more to her self as she turns the car off preparing to go find Min.
Suddenly she is startled by a loud tap on the Window. Min had found her first.
"Don't get fucked up " she says as she smiles and exits the car to hug her friend.
"What's been up?"Min ask smacking on her gum like she was starving.
"Girl if I told you" Angel says in a tone that clearly showed she wasn't about to go there.
Angel and Min then headed back towards the city, catching up on old times. They hadn't seen each other in years.
" BACK AGAIN "
" I can't believe I'm going back to Harlem". " Don't get me wrong" ... "I love my city"...but there is always too much going on.
Min was what some might call a cold piece of work. She just didn't know it. Despite her lonely child hood, she was very successful. The only one of her single mothers four children to graduate from homeschool.
The only one of them all to even attempt to attend college. She just didn't have a personal life of her own. Going around moving from state to state...like a chameleon.
Adapting to any environment. A shape shifter... She always ran from her problems, instead of facing them head on. Min led a secret life of state hopping. Changing her name as well as her appearance, but she felt the most like herself her in Harlem. What ever the fuck that means.
The type of female that I would never trust around my man.
Understand this....
I'm not insecure at all, its just that she plays too damn much... Always jokingly talking about replacing me. This didn't really bother me at first... it all changed when she started referring to herself as the mother of my children.
Actually comparing our friendship to that of those two women in that old school popular movie" Single White Female".
The bitch was flat out crazy. But for whatever reason, like I said...I fucks with her. . .MY BIGGEST FAN.
STAY TUNNED FOR...
The beginning of CHAPTER 4
" NEW SKIN"...
