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drama, those in the service stationed thousands of miles
away, youngsters and white guys.
         The downright ignorant
guys really ticked her off. One sent her a naked picture of himself with his
dick dripping with cum. He’d written, “This is what is waiting for you . ”
         Does he really think
I’m going to jump at the chance?
         There also were the
brothers who sent one-sentence emails like, “You’re a cutey, holla back,” and
“You wanna be my shorty?”
         As if.
         Some fools just sent
her their phone number.
         Like I’m gonna up
and call a brutha I don’t know.
         Kenny Washington was
the first man she met online who could hold her attention longer than five
minutes. He was an accountant by day and a jazz drummer by night. According to
the pictures he emailed her, he was slender, average height with a medium
build, and nice looking with a low cut ‘fro.

 
 
 
         Arianna’s first
Internet date took her to Zanzibar Blue on South Broad Street in Center City.
         She had been there
more than thirty minutes, checking her watch every five.
         Her reservation was
for seven. It was almost eight.
         It took her all night
to figure out what she was going to wear for this not-so-blind date. Her choice
was a black wrap-around dress and high-heeled black leather boots, the kind
that hugs your legs like a glove and stop just below the knee. The dress
criss-crossed her chest leaving a slight hint of cleavage, enough to be sexy
without being sleazy.
         Under the table, her
leg was shaking to the sounds of water and ice splashing glass and the hushed
tones of conversation. She’d practically memorized the menu waiting for Kenny
to arrive.
         She grabbed the silver
ankh resting just above the crevice between her breasts and rubbed it between
her fingers as she scanned the dimly lit room. The tables were decorated in
bright red tablecloths and candles.
         It was packed as
usual. The bassist was playing scales on his acoustic instrument as the band
set up for its eight o’clock show. There were lots of couples. Couples in love.
Couples in lust. Couples just going through the motions because they believed
anything was better than being single.
         It was easy to tell
the new lovers from those who could finish each other’s sentences. Those just
discovering each other touched, made eye contact and smiled. The others gazed
around the room lost for words. Some paid more attention to the black-and-white
photographs that adorned the walls than the person in front of them.
         There was one couple
that caught her eye. They were young, probably mid-twenties. From their awkward
behavior, she figured it must have been their first date. They didn’t even
speak to each other, keeping their heads buried in their plates.
         You’d think one of
them would know how to keep the conversation going.
         Arianna wanted to be
somewhere in the middle, a good ways past awkward silence and butterflies in
the stomach, yet hundreds of miles from the off ramp of monotony. After Michael
died, she felt like she’d been at a rest stop on Relationship Highway.
         She ordered a cup of
herbal tea to relax. Kenny probably had a good reason for being late and she
didn’t want to make a bad first impression with her impatience.
         Not that it would be a first impression. They had been
communicating for weeks. Instant messages, emails, the phone. This would be
their first face-to-face meeting.
          “I believe this
is your party, sir?” The host, a handsome mocha brother with wavy hair, walked
Kenny to the table.
         “Thank you. Arianna,
it’s nice to finally meet you.”
         Her eyes locked on the
round figure in front of her. She quickly scanned every inch of his two hundred
and sixty pound frame. His complexion was the color of peanut butter and just
as smooth, but he looked like he’d