all, picnics, horseback riding, anything outdoors. I love to travel, shop, and spontaneity is my middle name.â
I started to blush. Why did I suddenly feel like I was on
The Dating Game
?
âLook, Lindsay, I donât want to play games with you. Iâm looking to get to know you, get in your head, see what Lindsayâs all about. Iâm feelinâ you,â Troy said, looking me in the eye.
I had never heard a man speak his intentions up front before. It let me know it was okay for me to be direct too.
âYou know that I dated your boy Randy?â I kept strong eye contact and didnât blink.
âAre you with him now?â
âNo, but it didnât end well.â
âLindsay, Iâm a grown man and youâre a grown woman and neither one of us is married. The past is the past. Heâs my boy, but he donât run me!â
Iâve been waiting and wishing for an honest and solid relationship ever since I moved to New York. Men have a tendency to get amnesia when it comes to telling the truth, or get flaky when it comes to sticking with plans. After tonight, though, I think we could really be onto something new, exciting and meaningful.
Troy is different from the other men Iâve been dating, with their polished-prep-boy looks and tight bodies. Troy is manly in his six-one build, and Iâm champagne and cashmere mixed with some down-home girl-next-door to his Jimi Hendrix âPurple Hazeâ and Abercrombie & Fitch. Troy is definitely in his own category. His goatee and the big sandy curls that make up his low-fro are an extension of his artistic side.
Iâm captivated by his intelligence, too. This man knows about everything from stocks and bonds to world events. Damn, a brother with a good head on his shoulders,
husband
material. Without a doubt.
Chapter 6
Surprise!
Believe it or not but picking up that brat MJ from day camp last week turned out to be worth it. Donât get me wrong, itâs not easy being in my position. I have really grown to love that boy as if he were my own, but as MJ and his mother, Juanita, like to remind me, those are not my kids. Itâs strange, but I didnât start hearing that until after Michael moved in with me two years ago. I guess like most âbaby mamas,â Juanita was hoping she and Michael would get back together one day. I donât blame MJ. Like most kids he just wants his parents to be together and live in the same house. So I guess the constant âbaby mama dramaâ I experience is in a way justified.
I knew what I was getting myself into when I met Michael. Accepting him and his baggage, including his every-other-weekend-with-the-kids arrangement. After falling in love with him three years ago, this was a price I was willing to pay. Damn, love is strong sometimes.
But like I said, Michael does keep his promises. So what I thought was going to be a typical trip to the grocery store turned into an overnight stay in the Poconos. He found the cutest little bed-and-breakfast online. Gotta love that Internet!
The innkeeper was an older Irish woman, in her late fifties, whose family had owned the property since the thirties. The soft bags under her eyes gave her a striking resemblance to a cocker spaniel. She tended to our every need, from personally showing us to our room to giving us a tour of the quaint town.
âYou like the room?â Michael proudly asked as he began to unpack what appeared to be more surprises from an overnight bag. I nodded yes as I made my way over to see. He pulled out a sexy black lace teddy and let it dangle from his fingers. That was my cue. I sexily catwalked over to him, looking up coyly, like a true innocent. This was all part of our game and, ironically, part of our sexual history.
Growing up in a strict church-going family, sex was for marriage only. I wasnât a virgin when I met Michael but I wasnât far from it. Michael threw me onto the bed and
I started to blush. Why did I suddenly feel like I was on
The Dating Game
?
âLook, Lindsay, I donât want to play games with you. Iâm looking to get to know you, get in your head, see what Lindsayâs all about. Iâm feelinâ you,â Troy said, looking me in the eye.
I had never heard a man speak his intentions up front before. It let me know it was okay for me to be direct too.
âYou know that I dated your boy Randy?â I kept strong eye contact and didnât blink.
âAre you with him now?â
âNo, but it didnât end well.â
âLindsay, Iâm a grown man and youâre a grown woman and neither one of us is married. The past is the past. Heâs my boy, but he donât run me!â
Iâve been waiting and wishing for an honest and solid relationship ever since I moved to New York. Men have a tendency to get amnesia when it comes to telling the truth, or get flaky when it comes to sticking with plans. After tonight, though, I think we could really be onto something new, exciting and meaningful.
Troy is different from the other men Iâve been dating, with their polished-prep-boy looks and tight bodies. Troy is manly in his six-one build, and Iâm champagne and cashmere mixed with some down-home girl-next-door to his Jimi Hendrix âPurple Hazeâ and Abercrombie & Fitch. Troy is definitely in his own category. His goatee and the big sandy curls that make up his low-fro are an extension of his artistic side.
Iâm captivated by his intelligence, too. This man knows about everything from stocks and bonds to world events. Damn, a brother with a good head on his shoulders,
husband
material. Without a doubt.
Chapter 6
Surprise!
Believe it or not but picking up that brat MJ from day camp last week turned out to be worth it. Donât get me wrong, itâs not easy being in my position. I have really grown to love that boy as if he were my own, but as MJ and his mother, Juanita, like to remind me, those are not my kids. Itâs strange, but I didnât start hearing that until after Michael moved in with me two years ago. I guess like most âbaby mamas,â Juanita was hoping she and Michael would get back together one day. I donât blame MJ. Like most kids he just wants his parents to be together and live in the same house. So I guess the constant âbaby mama dramaâ I experience is in a way justified.
I knew what I was getting myself into when I met Michael. Accepting him and his baggage, including his every-other-weekend-with-the-kids arrangement. After falling in love with him three years ago, this was a price I was willing to pay. Damn, love is strong sometimes.
But like I said, Michael does keep his promises. So what I thought was going to be a typical trip to the grocery store turned into an overnight stay in the Poconos. He found the cutest little bed-and-breakfast online. Gotta love that Internet!
The innkeeper was an older Irish woman, in her late fifties, whose family had owned the property since the thirties. The soft bags under her eyes gave her a striking resemblance to a cocker spaniel. She tended to our every need, from personally showing us to our room to giving us a tour of the quaint town.
âYou like the room?â Michael proudly asked as he began to unpack what appeared to be more surprises from an overnight bag. I nodded yes as I made my way over to see. He pulled out a sexy black lace teddy and let it dangle from his fingers. That was my cue. I sexily catwalked over to him, looking up coyly, like a true innocent. This was all part of our game and, ironically, part of our sexual history.
Growing up in a strict church-going family, sex was for marriage only. I wasnât a virgin when I met Michael but I wasnât far from it. Michael threw me onto the bed and
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