Maybe we are attracted to a certain type of woman. Maybe our ideals of the perfect woman are false, we chase this thing, her, an object we can never truly capture, a ghost of an idea. All women are flawed, all women have secrets. They were all someone else before we met them and so were we. That’s the promise of every new relationship. All the things we would do different, how we’d handle the same issues if we had time to do it over again. This time with more wisdom. Do we go in with realistic expectations or high standards for perfection? Brother, are you happy, how many chances can you keep giving up chasing a thing. All that’s left in life is to enjoy the moments.
Delilah had been gone for a weekend and in that one weekend I’d fucked L a few times. When she got back we texted every day and even while she was gone. We made plans for that Saturday to go on a date. Thursday night came around and I had plans with The Mexican Thicky. Things where starting to wind down with her and we were in our final stages of our booty call fling. We went out and that night I beat again it was just alright. So Friday morning I woke up with a major hangover but still horny. I gave Delilah a call. She was working from home. I suggested we go get some chipotle on her lunch break. She liked that idea and agreed. After lunch we went back to her place and I watched Sons of Anarchy on her bed while she did some work. Eventually she took a break and gave me what I came there for. We fucked twice because we missed each other. I liked her because the fucking was never a big deal, nothing that needed to be negotiated about, something we both really enjoyed and craved.
I hung around for a little bit while she cooked lunch for the next day then had to get ready for a friend’s birthday dinner and then going out to a club after. I went home and chilled on the couch. The date from the previous night had killed me. Delilah would continue to txt me through the night. Starting with pictures of her dressed up ready to leave her place looking good. Then joking around when she took shots and how she said she wasn’t going to take shots. We were flirting back and forth and that made me feel positive a girl I liked could go out and have a girls night and still hit me up on the ones and twos. It honestly reminded me of my ex. During our exchanges late at night I asked her how many guys were bothering her in that dress she was wearing. She said, “only one, but don’t worry he’s our friend here for the birthday”. I just replied with, “sure, whatever”. She texted back, “Despite what you think you know of me, I’m actually a very good girl”. I hit her back with that Drake verse, “Cause you’re a good girl and you know it, you act so different around me” We texted a little bit more until she got home.
The next night was our big date night. Technically it was really only our second date depending on how you look at it. She had worked all day, partied the night before and I could tell she was tired. But she soldiered through. To make matters worse she had to work early the next morning so we couldn’t have a crazy night. She looked excellent. A tight white dress, brown leather jacket, the dreads styled up, and grey high heels that were pure murder. I took her SEI this high end Asian fusion joint with an all-white décor bad chicks like her can’t get enough of. The conversation was ok, not as high paced as the first official date but still well. We got into some deep conversations when she asked what were some of the qualities I looked for in a relationship I gave her a few but the one stressed was trust. I told her I needed to be able to trust the person I was with and not worry about them when they weren’t with me. She talked a little about her ex of 3 years. He was a doctor that worked with operating on babies. When they first started dating she didn’t find out till after that he was seeing another girl in fact he was shopping for homes with the girl. This made her feel like an unintentional home wrecker. It’s funny when you start a new relationship there’s a lag in getting out of the old ones where the two overlap. To her Nigerians were all cheaters. I smiled, she was correct, we are.
Our conversation continued and subjects changed. The upcoming week a friend she’d met overseas who started his own business purifying water using solar energy was giving a talk at the World Bank. The guy was on the cover of Finance Times or some shit and was now a multimillionaire. Soon she’d be traveling back to California and meeting up with one of her old friends who’s a producer with a lot of connections in Hollywood. She had mastered the act of the humble brag, I quickly realized I was being shit tested for my reaction. She had a way of name dropping Alpha Males she was connected to socially and how well they were doing in life. I gave slight interest but didn’t act impressed by any of it. After dinner we went for one drink near bye and it was time to go back to her house early.
Once in her bedroom I started undressing down to my boxers. She went to the bathroom to take out her contact, undress and get ready for sex and bed. The game has given me instincts, taught me to be curious and look for things. I looked in her waist basket by the bed. Two folded up magnum wrappers looked back at me. It’s hard to describe how I felt. My mind raced trying to peace it all together. I fucked her pretty good Friday night. A few hours later she’s out with her girls and some guy she knows and brings him back and fucks at least twice more. WHAT.THE.FUCK! I mean what kind of person has this endless sexual appetite (wait what). The water in the bathroom is running and soon it will stop. In my mind I’m going through and emotional rolodex. Anger comes up but then what can I be angry about. This is technically our second date, the third time I’ve seen her. I know I’ve fucked other girls since then and she’s a bad chick. There are rules to this shit and I can’t use the anger card it’s too early. Honestly, I’m hurt. You can assume the other person is dating around but to see evidence makes you feel a type of way. The thing is I can’t say anything though any emotional reaction will come off as beta. Sometimes the best move is no move at all. I get into bed naked, the water stops running, a few minutes later she comes out in pink lace boy shorts and nothing else.
She kisses me on my neck, puts her head on my chest and thanks me for dinner. I don’t answer her back, there’s so many things running through my mind. It’s like that moment in Mr. and Mrs. Smith when they realize they’re both spies working for competing agencies hired to kill each other. More like I had the element of surprise and knew what the game really was about. The anger returned.
I flipped her over on her back, I kissed her hard on her mouth. I could feel her nipples against my torso getting hard. With one hand I pulled her panties down to her knees, she withered them off the rest of the way. I proceeded on with the rest of the night as if nothing happened. Right now all I had was leverage, information that could come in handy down the road. An exit strategy. Sometimes the best move is no move at all… not yet anyway.