Friday night finds you lazying on the couch in sweatpants , scratching your unmentionables pretending to watch a movie when what you are really doing is checking your phone for that 'Uko?' text from your girls. 8 p.m and nothing is forthcoming. You freshen up , throw on some heels and you are out of the door. If the party does not come to you, you will go find it. The first local you hit seems favorable enough. You check out the ambiance before finally deciding on a spot at the far end of the counter where you get a full view of the rest of the place. Just when the wine starts kicking in and the bartender is starting to look like husband material you spot him at the other end of the counter smiling at you. He is looking your way and you wonder for how long he has been doing that. Without delay, you smile back at him and tuck a loose braid behind your ear to keep him looking. Thank heavens you have on that red dress that hugs just the right places and those heels that ...
I had planned to be married to him for only two years…. I had it all figured out in my head. During the two years I was to have secured a job from his many connections and opened franchises for the small ladies footwear business he would start for me. He was a nice guy ,gullible yes but a decent person all the same. From the get go I knew that he truly loved me and maybe even cared for me more than I deserved. You see when we met at the washrooms (weird I know) of a popular joint in town I was not really looking for a relationship. I was unemployed, depressed and too broken to accommodate anyone in my life. Of course I should have been honest about this but he was smitten and I did not want to take my chances. From the kindness in his eyes, the way he gently spoke to me to the way he smiled I knew I had this one in the bag. You know how you get butterflies in your stomach when you speak to someone you love? How you cannot stop smiling alone? I did not feel any of that. His touch d...