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female does
have me intrigued."
    "Oh really? Well, who is this girl?" Greg
asks with a quizzical look.
    "Her name is Lucy."
    "Oh ok. Lucy. What's her nickname?" he asks
with a sly smile. Greg knows I give women I date nicknames.
    "Pink dress," I replied with a smirk.
    "Pink dress??? You and these nicknames! So
where did you meet her?
    Remember the bar you told me to check
out?"
    "Yeah."
    "Well that's where I met her at. She was
wearing this pink dress. Playa, she was looking too right that
night," I replied with a big grin.
    In my mind, I momentarily reminisced when I
first saw Lucy. She had a glow about her and it wasn't just lip
gloss. It seemed like all the other women at the bar/club faded
into obscurity. It's weird how this woman possesses a hypnotic
appeal over me after one night. It's strange we had not seen each
other since the morning after our sexual encounter. Yet, I think
about her as if we've dated for decades. I am hesitant to inform my
best friend my true feelings for Lucy after one interaction.
    "Oh ok. So let me guess. Y'all had umm sexual
relations?"
    "You already know playa. I began sitting back
in the chair with my arms folded behind my head.. Like Big Rob,
Greg always wanted details of my sexual escapades.
    "I knew it. Another one bites the dust. So
what happened?" I began filling in the details of what occurred
between Lucy and I at my place.
    "Wow. So you picked her up like one of them
dudes in those porno movies? You wild mane. Ain't no way in hell
I'm gonna pick up my wife," Greg jokes.
    "Well you are about 150lb and she is about
260 or 270lb so I understand. However, if you would work out with
me, you would be strong enough to fling her around like a Barbie
doll." We both laugh.
    "True. I've gotta hit the gym so you can
train me. You can't be the only one looking all swole." He began to
a make muscle on his skinny frame. I snicker, shaking my head.
    "Well we shall see. Speaking of personal
training, I want to talk to you about something."
    "Ok. What's up?"
    "I want to start my own business. My own gym
facility where I train people. It's time for me to have my own gym.
Besides, Freewill Fitness isn't paying a brotha enough."
    "Ok. Sounds good. So you got a business plan?
Any idea of what your niche is going to be?"
    "Business plan? Niche? I didn't know I was in
business class again." Greg and I took a business course together
at University of Memphis. My attention span should of been with the
teacher instead of a sexy half black/half Puerto Rican girl who
always sat in front of the class.
    "Dab? C'mon mane. If you're starting a
business, you got to get a plan in order. Without a plan, you don't
have a business, you have a wish." Greg words hit me profoundly.
Leave it up to him to make me sit back and think. This is why he is
my best friend. He challenges me to be greater than I currently am.
He is a thinker while I'm a doer. His insight seems to always make
me step my game up.
    "You're right G. I wasn't thinking that far.
I just wanted to start a gym period," I stated while pondering what
my niche will be.
    "Yeah, I know. You were always a go-getter
and that's a great quality. It's time to be specific about what you
are trying to get. Small businesses are failing every day. I don't
want yours to be one of them."
    "True. Well I definitely thank you G for the
enlightenment. You always know how to open my eyes about ideas I be
having or things I'm going through."
    "You're welcome. We're boys, so don't ever
hesitate to ask or tell me anything. Anyway, I'm about to get in
the shower and get ready to go to the movies with my wife." He
begins getting up indicating it was time to leave. I needed to go
run some errands today anyway.
    "Cool. Well I hope you both have a smooth
time. Be easy on the popcorn. I think I see a gut forming." I began
looking at his stomach.
    "Nah. This ain't no gut. My shirt is just
extra big." We both laugh.
    "If you say so. Anyway, thanks again for the
conversation."
    "No problem