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that would kill me, so I knew I made the best choice I could for my baby girl and for me.
    â€œTo Creole’s.”
    â€œYea!” She clapped. She was such a cutie, with her golden brown skin, almond-shaped eyes, and a for real, for real, button nose. Her hair was super thick and long for a three-year-old.
    I planted a kiss on her cheek. “Come on, let’s do your hair.”
    True to her promise, Creole arrived on time, snatched the booster, and grabbed her goddaughter by her hand. “Don’t forget to use a condom,” Creole joked.
    I ignored her, then closed and locked my door. I showered, threw on a dress that showed my long legs and a pair of strappy heels, and let my skinny individual braids hang down my back.
    I met Lavante at the California Pizza Kitchen in Long Beach, near the marina.
    After we ordered our food, I showed him a couple flicks of Sierra from my camera phone.
    As he studied the flicks, he asked, “So who do you think your daughter takes after?”
    â€œWell, let’s see ... she gets her looks from me and her stupidity from her father.”
    He chuckled at the comment. “She’s beautiful, just like her mama. Now I know when we have kids together, they are going to be good looking.”
    I blushed. His comment was sweet. “Thanks, and I’m kidding. She is a really bright little girl.”
    I was about to put my cell phone back in my purse when I saw I had a text. I opened it up and saw it was from Creole. It read, ‘Did he bend you over yet?’
    I laughed.
    â€œWhat?” he asked.
    I erased the message and put my phone away. “Nothing. Just some crazy text I got.”
    â€œDo you want to have any more children?”
    â€œI’d like a son.”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œI want to raise a prince, that’s why. Add another good man to the world’s short list.”
    He laughed again. “Here we go. So you think we’re all trifling niggas, huh?”
    â€œNo, not at all. I know the man of my dreams is out there somewhere. If I thought like what you just said, what hope do I have for my daughter? I’ve been in only one relationship in my life. It was a bad one. But I’m not bitter or anything.”
    â€œGood. Don’t ever be. So if you could have a man the way you wanted, designed for you even, how would you want him?”
    â€œA decent guy. Just someone to appreciate what I have to offer. Really, Lavante, I don’t have a list of high demands. I just want someone to love me. Man, for that I don’t think there is anything I could deny him.”
    His face turned serious. “I’m looking for a good woman too. Something serious.”
    Good, I thought. We were on the same page.
    â€œIs there anything else you want to add to the list?”
    I poured my heart out to Lavante because I felt safe telling him what I wanted. “I want a man who wants what I want, and has goals in his life. I hope I’m not asking for too much, but the most important thing is for a man to be up front about how he feels, and I’ll give him the same, regardless of what it is. Just tell me.”
    â€œNo. You’re not asking for too much. A real woman should have her own set of standards and not accept a man’s bullshit. And if he is not treating her right, she should make him kick rocks.” He flashed me a smile. “You sure you don’t have anything else to add, Miss Lady?” He winked.
    This time I laughed. “I’ll get back to you if I have anything else to add, but that’s pretty much it.”
    â€œReally? No ten stacks to spend or a Gucci bag?”
    â€œNo. I’m straight. Just a decent guy.”
    He stared at me and said, “I’m that guy. Don’t trip. You in good hands, baby.”
    The server walked to our table with our food. As he sat my sausage and pepperoni pizza in front of me, I spied a guy who looked exactly like Greg strolling to the