Love After Midnight

It was never about hurting anyone. I just wanted to finally figure out why I could never really be happy with him. I mean, I know I am attracted to men, or I wouldn’t be with one. It’s just that somewhere down the line, I forgot all the reasons why I was with him. What is unusual is that for a while now, I have been finding myself wondering about women. I met this woman two weeks ago; she was beautiful, sexy, smart, and funny. We met at the coffee shop I usually go to, down the street from my condo. Her name is Yasmin; she is of Puerto Rican and Indian descent. She has long legs that fit her 5’6 frame; she has beautiful, long black hair with caramel skin that was smooth and soft to the touch. She had deep, stormy gray eyes that sparkled like stars when she laughed.

I didn’t usually notice the little things about women before, but I noticed her. She had this way about her, like she walks into a room and everyone stops and stares. We talked for a while and found out we liked some of the same things. We both had things we had to take care of, so we exchanged numbers. I have had it in my phone ever since. I don’t know how many times I called just to hang up, sitting there hoping she didn’t have caller ID. I just can’t figure out what to do, and if I do call her, what will I talk about? I mean, she could have given me her number just to be nice doesn’t necessarily mean she likes me. It has also been way too long; she probably forgot me already. Not that I am saying I am forgettable. I’m 5’5 weight of all the right places, long reddish-black hair, and thanks to my mother, Lavender color eyes. So I do well in keeping someone’s attention, I just figured that she wouldn’t be sitting at home waiting for me to call. Plus, with me still dating De’ Anthony, I figure I should figure out what to say to him first. I know it’s gonna be one of those times where you tell him, and all he hears is that you’re into chicks, and his next thought is Can he join or watch? Not that it’s bad towards him, it’s just what all men think when their girlfriends of 3 years say she might be attracted to women.

I put it off for two more days, not wanting to go through it and just plain not knowing what to say. How am I gonna answer the questions I am sure he is going to ask me? What do I say to him when he asks me if it has anything to do with him, and does this mean we are breaking up? I guess I will find out soon because he is supposed to be here in a few. When he gets here, I let him in. He tries to kiss me, but I move away. He looks hurt like I just failed the test he gave me. I guess that means he figured I was going to break up with him, thinking I’d better just get this over I start at the beginning.

” I met this woman three and a half weeks ago at the coffee place I go to and…” That’s all I get to say before De’Anthony tells me,” That Bitch is lying, I didn’t fuck her at the house party I went to the other night.” I look at him in this new light. He knows I want to break up with him, but to him, it’s for a completely different reason. I slap him in the face. ” You stupid fucking idiot, I was going to say I met a woman at the coffee shop and I was attracted to her, I was sitting here trying to figure out how I was going to tell you, and you have been cheating on me.” McKenzie walks to her front door and opens it. She looks at him like he’d better leave quietly before she changes her mind. De’Anthony knows I have 4 older brothers, and if I call them over here, he won’t be leaving out of here without medical help. So he walks over to leave, but for god knows why, decides he was going to try and talk to me. ” Listen, baby, it only happened that once, and she didn’t mean anything to me. Fine, be like that, you weren’t all that in the sack anyway, or I wouldn’t have stepped out on you. We haven’t been like we were back in the day. I call or come over, and you never have time for me, like you are all of a sudden too good for me since you decided to go back to school.”