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dinner?”
    â€œThat’s fine. That I can do.” Upon closer inspection I noted he looked a lot older than me, maybe in his late thirties or early forties. With brown skin, a closely shaven head, and a thin mustache over his medium-sized lips. He had a defined body, which was very apparent in his uniform. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful and look between his legs, but damn! He had a big bulge there.
    We exchanged numbers. He lingered a little longer, helping me load my food in my car. Then he retreated back into the store.
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    It turned out that Lavante did call the following day.
    â€œHi. How have you been?” I asked him after receiving his warm greeting.
    He was a cool conversationalist. He asked me various questions about my likes information reminded me of how long it had really been since I had dated a guy. Far too long. Lavante seemed interesting enough. He was forty-one, had worked in construction for over ten years, and had no kids. I didn’t care if he did, anyway, because I had a child, but he had none.
    We talked for a total of two weeks. The fact that I was able to intrigue a man nearly twice my age made me feel a little wiser than my young years. I felt sophisticated.
    â€œWhat are your plans today?” Lavante asked me after we were chatting for a good twenty minutes. I found out he was from Louisiana and he was forty–one years old and had been single for a year.
    â€œI don’t have any,” I said.
    It was a Saturday. My only option was to go to the mall and spend money I didn’t have, and then spend the rest of the weekend regretting it.
    â€œI was wondering if I could see you today. Maybe we could go to lunch and continue our intriguing conversations, pretty lady.”
    I blushed. He thought I was intriguing? Wow. “Yeah, that would be okay.” I tried to keep the excitement out of my voice.
    â€œWhat would be a good time for you?”
    I thought for a moment. I would have to shower, style my hair, get dressed, get Sierra ready, and have Creole pick her up. Greg still had two weeks before he could start getting Sierra on the weekend. “Well, it’s ten now, so how about two?”
    â€œThat sounds fine with me.”
    I hung up with him then I called Creole.
    â€œWhat?” she answered rudely.
    â€œCreole, I need you to pick up Sierra. I’m meeting Lavante for lunch at two.”
    She let out an annoying screech. “He’s going to get that two-year dry-ass pussy!”
    â€œShut up. We’re just going to lunch to talk and get to know each other.”
    â€œI’ll be there in thirty minutes.”
    â€œThanks, Creole.”
    I swung into action. When I caught myself rushing, I slowed down. I actually felt nervous. I almost laughed at myself. What do I have to be nervous about? I thought . He was just a man. But I really liked him, and I wanted to impress him. And this had been the longest that I had talked to a guy since Greg.
    I picked out a pink and white dress for Sierra to wear with her matching jacket.
    â€œWhere am I going, Mommy?” she asked. My daughter was such a good kid. Even though she was only three, she helped me with chores and was as sweet as pie. Although it was hard being a single parent, my daughter made it so easy and joyous for me. I had no regrets about her coming into the world. She really was the best thing that had happened to me.
    But one thing I always struggled with was the guilt of it not working out with her father and me. I didn’t want my daughter to come from a broken home, because I feared it would affect her and she would have the same fate later on. But then again, it would be better to raise her in a broken home than in a home with violence. I knew if I had stayed with Greg, the beating and the disrespect would have never stopped, and to continue to see me getting abused would have been hell for her growing up. She would choose a man just like her father. And