Carrissa Pov
Everybody failed to come through. This is what happens when you try to get your sisters together, they leave you hanging for their chick or nigga! All by myself, don’t want to be. So I showered, then put on some fresh clothes. I grab me a bottle of Red wine and my favorite glass, place it around the table where my laptop was. As I’m sipping on the wine, Cameron words pop back into my head ‘Find someone else and move on Rissa. Or else you’ll end up in a predicament worse than this’ and since I want good for myself, why not take her advice and maneuver from this insane roller coaster I’m forever on.
I made myself a profile on this dating site called ‘Badoo’. I was a little skeptical at first doing so because, the whole catfish mess that seems to be taking over the damn world. I believe there’s some decent people around and I’m tired of these no good niggas roaming around Manhattan. Everybody looks alike, dress alike, it’s like people forgot how to be themselves nowadays. I was tired of the same flavor and was looking for something that would drive my taste buds wild. There was a couple of guys that caught my eyes, I’m not go no lie, hunty…… They look finger licking good. There was two that kept sending me messages like ‘Dam girl, you look so good. All I wonna do is eat you from head to toe’ THEN there’s the psycho ‘Suck my cock, or I’ll kill you bitch’ I just grin to myself and reply back ‘Suck ya own cock bitch, then grab a pistol... If you have one and kill ya self’ … What in the blue hell did I get myself into is all I’m thinking. As I was getting ready to log off. Someone message me.
-Hi pretty girl, I’m Terrell. How are you doing tonight?-
-Hi… I’m Robin… I’m fine and yourself?-
-Chilling, tryna get to know the woman behind the computer. If that’s ok with you?-
-What do you want to know, is the real question sir!-
-Why don’t we meet up?-
My conscious pop in… What if his a wacko? What if he doesn’t look like the pics he has in his album? What if this? What if that? Just a bunch of ‘What If’s’ that I blank everything out and reply saying.
-Where at?-
-My favorite place of course… Manhattan! We can meet up on 42nd street. Walk around I’ll buy you my favorite ice cream. Treat you how a queen should be treated! What do you say Robin? Will you give me a chance?-
I pause for a second. I’ve always been the non-risk taker. The girl good girl imagine but yet consider a hoe because of how I dress. I held my ish longer than any virgin you know. But if I wanted to free myself completely and have fun while being careful at the same time… Is it wrong if I block out the generation I live in and just live? (((BING))) The sound took me out of my thoughts.
-Are you still there or did I lose you?-
-No you didn’t Terrell. Your on. Let’s meet up!-
-Ok gimme your number and I’ll call you when I’m ready!-
Once I sent him my number, I log off immediately and went to get ready. I felt like a sixteen years old all over again. Dressing up for someone, butterflies having their way with my stomach, feeling nervous yet excited … Well in my case a little bah-jiggity, not knowing what I’m really gonna see when I met up with this Terrell guy. I put on one of my favorite polka dot dress from forever 21 and of course my black and white J’s. My fone ring and I look to see who it was, I didn’t recognize the number but it had to be Terrell, so I answer saying.
“Hello?”
“Hi robin… Just letting you know I’m heading out! Are you almost done?”
His voice is so angelic and soft that I couldn’t help but smile saying.
