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man I feel like crap! ’
    “Jay and his boy Carlos are coming by right now . You should see Carlos, goddamn, he’s fine!”
    “What happened to Rahi m , weren’t you texting him a minute ago ?”
    “Selange, I’m not married to the guy . I’m young and plan to take advantage of my attributes before I lose what I have,” she ran her fingers down her hip s to exaggerate the point.
    “Well I’m not going to lie to guys and pretend they’re the only one I’m seeing , especially know ing it could lead to drama. You need to be careful Shanda, playing with someone’s emotions is not a game.”
    “Ah lighten up, that’s what guys do all the motherfucking time. It’s only the dumb bitches who believe everything they tell ‘ em . Rahi m ’s probably going to some girl’s house right now and hit me up just to find out where I’m at so he can whore around.”
    “Then why bother playing games?”
    Shanda giggled, “Because it’s fun and that’s what young people do.”
    “I’m not interested in those types of games and I’m young . You’re just fucked-up.”
    “Well , I ’d rather be fucked-up , then not-fucked, Miss Honesty .”
    The doorbell rang and Shanda screeched, “That’s them, come on girl let’s go have fun!”
    At the door Carlos checked out the tall chocolate honey standing behind Jay’s girl with unconcealed lust . Man, was she fine. When Jay described Shanda’s friend , he said she was gorgeous, but hot damn, he wasn’t lying. Th e girl was fa-yine ! H is ego r o se to new heights when later she sat up front in his car. He inhaled her sweet scent and smiled . To impress her, h e previewed some of his raps and she blushed. Yeah, she liked him. He could tell.
    Selange on the other - hand could not wait for the night to end. Carlos was everything she disliked , he was ‘ h ood ’ and immature. The man was twenty-three and unable to hold an intelligent conversation without using profanity or talking about dead rappers. He lacked basic manners, was rude to the waitress at the restaurant , tried touching her inappropriately in the m ovie theatre and to top it off tried kissing her when she asked him to chill. No, he wasn’t smooth , cool or interesting and s he considered him a fucking joke. A young man with nothing to offer except talk of what he wanted to do , without a clue on how to get there . An other ignorant young man with lofty ambitions to become a rapper who failed to understand the most prolific rap artists were also well read.
    Carlos seemed impressed she graduated college and worked, which show ed how limited his circle of friends were. They were probably all like Jay. Young men wanting to take short cuts through life, only to find out thirty years later, there are none. She saw them every day , hanging outside the building complex with their wine and weed , dressed like boys . These were g rown-ass men wearing baseball caps, oversize jerseys and clean construction boots. Yeah, she passed them early in the morning and on the way home from work . No pe , she didn’t see any man like Carlos in her future ; s he saw a man like her father , e ducated, well-dressed and respectable. That’s the kind of guy who stood any chance of getting her attention.
    It was after midnight when they returned to Shanda’s place and Selange sighed with relief. “That was an experience.”
    “ Wasn’t Carlos cute… didn’t I t ell you?”
    “ He’s not my type.”
    “Your type doesn’t exist. You r expectations are too high.”
    “If you say so.” Selange opened her purse and took out her keys, “I’ll see you. I need to get home.”
    “I’m coming, too.”
    Shanda’s house was quiet. Her parents were probably asleep. They didn’t keep tabs on their daughter. Her older brother Kevin was married and living in California with a wife and a kid. They probably figured she’d be out the house soon too , so why bother.
    Shanda trailed Selange to her new car ; a gift for her twenty-second