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My Dead Momma
“The first few months after my mother passed were the hardest. I didn’t know I could hurt so badly; I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t even do regular everyday things. I needed to know that things would be all right, but there wasn’t anything that would give me that kind of assurance.”
I watched as the gorgeous man spilled his heart out in front of a room of strangers, most black men wouldn’t cry in front of their mother’s and here he was crying in front of a roomful of people. This man was compassionate, and didn’t let his pride get the best of him and I liked that, the fact that he was drop dead gorgeous helped too.
I worked at the community center part-time, I’ve never worked this class, usually I answered phone and filed paper work, not a flashy job but it helped to pay the bills.
“Before losing my mother, I had no faith, nor did I believe in God, but one night after staying awake for more than 48 hours, something inside of me made me break down and beg God to help me find a way through, to help find myself. The next morning I woke feeling like a totally different person…I.” He continued.
His words drifted on, I was half listening as he managed to hold the other member’s full attention. I noticed some of the woman eyeing him, hard. It didn’t matter to me, I didn’t know anything about this man, if he was married or single and besides I don’t date men from work.
The session ended, I began to clean the cups and napkins that had been left behind when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I spun around and there he was this six feet tall, chocolate complected brother, with those intoxicating hazel eyes, full, brown lips and jet-black hair that was cut close with tiny curls on top.
“I haven’t seen you here before, newbie?” He asked, and he began picking up trash from the floor.
“I’ve worked here for a few months, never in the grief sessions.”
“Really? I couldn’t tell. You were great. Really helped me feel at ease.”
It felt good to hear him say that, although I didn’t really say much it was nice to know that something I did made him feel comfortable.
“Thanks, I’m glad you felt comfortable with me.” I smiled.
“I don’t know how you’ll feel about this, but just as a little token of my appreciation, would it be alright if I took you to dinner some time?”
“Um, it’s not necessary.”
“I want to, come on.”
“No, it’s perfectly fine. I’m just doing my job.”
“Lunch?”
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’m just glad you were able to come, talk and enjoy yourself.”
“Hey, I don’t know what I was thinking. My name is David Robertson, and you’re Marissa, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Nice to meet you Marissa.”
“You too David.” I smiled warmly and continued to clean.
“Okay, okay how about we just go grab a cup of coffee?”
“Really, I appreciate it, but no thank you.”
Damn if I only I hadn’t made myself stick to my guns I thought as he extended his hand and walked away.
It was a little after nine and I was heading to my car, as I dug through my purse for the car keys, out of nowhere popped David.
“I was sitting here thinking about you.” He smiled.
“Really?”
“Actually how much like my mother you are.”
“Like her how?” I wondered.
“Hard as hell.”
I laughed. “I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.”
“It’s good, she wasn’t too comfortable with meeting new guys but she was a good woman and deserved to be with a good guy and I think you do too.”
“Maybe I have a good man already.”
“Nah, you would’ve said that inside.”
“Maybe…maybe not.”
There was something about him that made me feel comfortable, assured that he was a decent guy. I don’t know whether it was his honest eyes, or the eighteen months I spent being a single woman looking for Mr. Right, and for all I knew God could be putting him right before me and here I was turning him away.
“I don’t want to be a pest, so I’ll give you another few minutes to think, there’s a coffee shop right down the street. Wanna go?” He chuckled and pasted a gorgeous toothy grin on his handsome face as he waited for my response.
“Okay.” I said.
With his arm in his pocket he extended his elbow towards me, I wrapped my arm around his strong forearm, and we walked down the street arm and arm. As we neared the coffee shop I wondered who this guy really was and what was it about me that had him so eager to get to know me.
Don’t get me wrong I’m not a bad-looking woman; at twenty-eight I can full out a pair of jeans better than the next chick, my caramel skin was flawless, tight and smooth, I had a pair of thank your mama smoky, gray eyes, full lips, perky breasts and shoulder length auburn hair. I sometimes wonder why men weren’t banging down my front door to get at me, nevertheless, I knew my Mr. Right and I would meet one day, and who knew maybe today was that day.
“So Ms. Marissa why were you giving me such a hard time? I could tell from the way you were watching me that you had formed a crush.” David chuckled and bit into his blueberry danish.
“Oh..kay someone has a big head.”
“Ha ha. No I don’t, I can tell when a woman is attracted to me, that’s all.”
“Well let’s just clear up one thing then, I am not attracted to you, I just wanted a cup of coffee.”
He smirked and I tried to control my cheeks from turning rosy red.
“Okay, we’ll see.”
We sat there milking a twenty minute snack for two hours. The waitstaff would come by and shoot us dirty looks; we didn’t cared, we were having such a great conversation, neither of us wanted it to end.
I learned that David was a financial advisor, owned his own home, two cars and plenty of cash building in stocks and bonds; not too many brothers can say that. He had never been married and didn’t have any children. I was expecting my alarm clock to go off any minute and pull me from this fairytale dream.
“Can I get you two something else?” a tall, thin waitress asked, tapping her loafered foot on the tile floor.
“No, no, we’re on our way out.” David answered.
Before we could even stand up, the waitress began wiping the table, flinging soap all over the place.
“You’d swear these minimum wage workers owned the place.” I snapped.
The girl shot me a nasty look and continued to scrub the table.
“You’re crazy.” David laughed as we walked back toward the community center, where I had left my car.
“I had to say something, she was just rude.”
“Yeah, I just wanted to let you know that I really enjoyed spending this time with you.” David said, lightning the mood.
“Me too, I’m glad you kept begging.” I teased.
“I see you’re a lil’ comedian, huh?”
“No, I just tell it like it is.”
As we laughed David wrapped his arm around my waist, it felt so natural; like I had known this man forever. I didn’t want this night to end, but it was after ten and I needed to go.
“So here we are.” He said as we reached my car.
“Yeah.”
“So?” He smirked.
“So what?” I questioned.
“Does it just end like this? I want to spend more time with you, outside the community center. Do you think we could have dinner some time.”
“Of course, I was wondering when you’d ask. Here I’ll give you my card.” I rummaged through my purse and handed him one of my cards.
“I’ll give you mine too, just in case.”
“Do you need a lift anywhere?” I asked.
“Could you drop me off at the 15 bus stop? It’s about three blocks away.”
“If you don’t live very far away, I could take you the whole way.”
“Are you sure it won’t be out of your way?” He asked.
“Boy just get in the car.”
I pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards David’s house which was just ten minutes from mine.”
“So what do you have planned for tomorrow?” David asked.
“Work.”
“Hmp.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, trying to keep my attention off of him and on the road.
“I mean…it’s hard to explain without feeling silly.”
“What?”
“I had such a great time with you, I don’t want the night to be over. I don’t know if it’s too personal, maybe we could chill at your place watch a DVD or something. I would say mine, but it’s further and you’d probably feel a more comfortable at yours.” David smiled and I couldn’t resist.
I know I should’ve told him no, but I couldn’t. “Sure.”, spilled from my lips faster than I could think about the question.
I parked in front of my apartment and we went inside. We barely made it to the sofa when David wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. His full, soft lips pressed against mine; chills shot up my spine and made my knees go weak. I could barely stand it when David forced me to the wall, his hand slid up my skirt, massaging my thighs and then he journeyed further and I could feel his hand yanking at my panties. I let out a low, throaty moans and I bit down on my bottom lip to prevent myself from screaming out as his fingers quickly danced between my legs.
I opened my eyes and saw the reflection of myself and this man in the glass door and came to my senses. I pushed David away and continued inside the house. I enjoyed the time we spent together, but the fact that I was about to have sex with a man I had known for less than three hours was not something I was ready to do.
“What…what’s wrong?” David asked, trying to catch his breath.
“I..I don’t usually do this. I think we should just call it a night, come on I’ll drop you off.”
“No, wait. I’m sorry if I crossed the line. I’ll be a gentlemen. Promise.” He grinned and threw up his right hand.
“Okay. You want something to drink?”
“Beer! Please.”
I’m not sure how, but the next morning I woke up in my bed, I was still in my clothes which was a relief. I focused my eyes and walked out into the living room, there was David curled up on my sofa. He looked so perfect, I wanted to grab his face and cover it with kisses, but instead I headed to the kitchen to make breakfast; blueberry pancakes, sausage links and scrambled cheese eggs.
They say the way to a man’s heart, is through his stomach and that was my exact destination.
I could see the living room from the kitchen, so every few minutes I would steal a peek. The last time I looked he was he smiling back at me, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
“Hey sleepyhead.” I smiled.
“Mmm, smells good.” He said, stretching his arms out over his head. “Before you start jumping to conclusions; you dozed off on the sofa and I carried you to the bedroom. I wanted to try something, but didn’t.” He laughed hard, and rubbed his stomach before joining me in the kitchen. “Oh you are definitely a keeper, pancakes from scratch?”
“Yep, my mom…” I started, before realizing that might not be something he wanted to talk about.
“I’m cool I don’t want you to feel like you can’t be yourself around me, I content with not having my mother around, she lived her life and I’m happy in my life right now.” David assured me, playfully pinching my cheek.
We sat down and enjoyed breakfast and more great conversation, we made plans to meet for dinner, drinks and a movie that Friday. I had just two days to go shopping, I also needed to make a hair appointment, and of course a mani/pedi.
That night after work, I met up with my best friend Adrienne, who was more than thrilled that my dry spell was over, she’d been happily married for five years. She and her husband Kenny, constantly offer to set me up, but I refuse to be anyone’s lonely, desperate friend.
“So…tell me all about this David guy.” Adrienne squealed as she climbed into the passenger seat.
“First off let me tell you, he’s gor-ge-ous. His eyes are so damn sexy girl, I don’t know but I think he may be the one.”
“From his eyes?” She giggled. “It has been too long.”
“Shut up A. You know what I mean, everything about him seems so right. He’s compassionate, sexy, sweet, he has a good job, owns his own home, and has no kids…that alone makes him a good catch.”
“I thought you wanted kids?”
“I do, my own. Besides I don’t want to get caught up in all that baby-mama-drama.”
“All men don’t come with that.”
“There’s no way to tell until it’s too damn late.”
“I know, I’m just saying some time when things seem too good to be true…they just might be.”
The rest of the evening was ruined; my best friend was already downing David and I hadn’t even been out on a real date. I thought if anyone would be thrilled it would be her, now she had me second guessing the first guy I really liked in a long time.
I wasn’t about to let Adrienne or anyone take this small bit of happiness from me, no matter what.
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“I answered phone and filed paper work”- I answered the phone, or I answered phones
“full, brown lips” – no comma after full
“He asked, and he began picking up trash from the floor.” – How about, He asked as he picked up trash from the floor.
“It felt good to hear him say that, although I didn’t really say much it was nice to know that something I did made him feel comfortable.
“Thanks, I’m glad you felt comfortable with me.” I smiled. -
This sounds redundant. Why don’t you just do it this way:
It felt good to hear him say that, although I couldn’t really add much. “Thanks, I’m glad I made you feel comfortable.” I smiled.
” Damn if I only I hadn’t made myself stick to my guns I thought as he extended his hand and walked away. – Stick to your guns about what? By rejecting his dinnner offer, weren’t you doing that? You may be thinking ahead to when he pops up while going outside to the car, but you don’t want to put this line here.
“Could you drop me off at the 15 bus stop? It’s about three blocks away.” Shouldn’t this be the other way around? If he’s rich, he’d be driving his own car- unless like you point out at the end, he’s too good to be true. Since they wind up at her place, it may be. Guess I’ll have to wait for the next installment to find out. Anyway, for a beginning, I liked this as it had a very modern day feel to it, a type of chick-lit saga: woman looking for Mr. Right, while she has a career, and all the inperfections that come with dating and the search for that perfect man. Since you repeat the term “brother” in it, you may be basing your story towards that culture, to put into a type of “JET” magazine or a book strictly for Black people. If not, then I wouldn’t over use the term. It gives us a real perspective, but if you want to branch out to have readers from all over the world, then they may not totally understand the terminology or history of the word “brother”. They may think you actually mean he is a brother. You may explain it somehow, the usage of it. Just something to think about, and who you are aiming your story to when you think about publishing.
Anyways, this was nice so far. I liked it and will want to see what develops in this relationship. I like intrigue and you do put that element in your story telling.
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A very good story. For me personally, in a way it started off a little too fast which didn’t really give me those fuzzy feelings, but the way you described certain characteristics and events was excellent. I hope to read more of yours in the future!
Take Care and God Bless,
SJFoss
wow i like what you have going on here i could not stop reading it im not going to say change anything cuz well its your story not mine but like i said i like what you have keep going i want to know what happens next ttyl
heather rene’
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