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struggling to fight my feelings. I almost wanted to leave. I had to keep reminding myself that I had been doing well for the longest time and I couldn’t let seeing Michael spoil my night. I turned my back to the bar and was approached by this milk chocolate brother who seemed like he could be a personal trainer. He was literally right in front of me staring into my face.
    “Are you trying to get to the bar?” I asked trying to get out of his way .
    “No, actually I came over here to talk to you.” he said in my ear.
    I took a peek at his muscles again. They were screaming through his black fitted tee. His arms were massive, they could easily be two of my thighs, but they were sculpted to perfection. His body was way too perfect. At that point, I pegged him as an athlete.
    “Sorry, I don’t talk to athletes.” I rolled my eyes and tried to look past him , but he stayed dead in front of me.
    He flashed his perfect white teeth. “Damn, who said that I was an athlete? I’m an honest working man, sweetheart.”
    I allowed my eyes to meet his again. They were dark brown and welcoming. The fact that he wasn’t an athlete and was drop-dead gorgeous made me break down my defenses, and I smiled.
    “I’m sorry.” I said .
    I took in a deep breath . I had to get myself together. I hadn’t realized how solid my athlete defenses were until that very moment. I wanted so badly to meet a regular man with a great job, who would treat me like a queen. Of course, it was very unlikely that I’d find him in the club, but you never know.
    “I’m Courtney.” he said, extending his arm out to greet me.
    “I’m Tyra.”
    He formed a huge smile and bent to my ear. “Tyra huh? That name suits you. You definitely look like a super model, but you’re much more beautiful than Tyra Banks.”
    “Aw w, aren’t you sweet.” I blushed.
    “Uh um.” Dalia was waiting to be introduced.
    “This is my friend, Dalia.”
    “Hee yyy.” Dalia sang out as she shook his hand.
    “Nice to meet you.” he said. He had that Barry White tone, deep and sexy. “Well Ms. Tyra, I’d love to take you out. Can I take your number, or give you mine?” he asked.
    I was scoping him out and I was impressed. He was not only handsome, but he smelled good, and his swag was screaming I’m that nigga . He had that boss swag.
    “Sure.” I said.
    I was definitely feeling my drinks at this point, because I was being flirty. He slid his iPhone out of his back pocket and took my number. He bent to kiss my cheek and told me that he’d give me a call.
    “I look forward to it , handsome.” I said, realizing how much I had missed the attention and affection of a man. That was the first time in a while, that I had realized how much I yearned for some male company.
    When he walked away, Dalia couldn’t wait to give me her opinion. “Girl , he is beautiful! He’s an athlete right?”
    “Nope.” I said proudly. “He said he is not an athlete, he’s a hardworking man. And you know that’s what I’m looking for, girl. A handsome, hardworking man with swag is right up my alley.”
    “Boo oooo!” Dalia pointed her thumbs down. She was so infatuated with wanting to know what the being a baller’s girl life was about.
    The way I had Dalia dolled up, it wouldn’t be hard for her to snag a baller herself that night. The club was full of them and she looked like a million bucks. I always used to stare at her at work and wonder what the fuck she was wearing. She had no sense of style. I knew that if she dressed herself in today’s fashions, she would be that bitch, because she’s drop-dead gorgeous.
    Just when we were about to leave, we were approached by two athletes. I turned mine down quickly. I recognized him from TV, plus he was one of Michael’s old teammates and I wasn’t going there. Dalia, on the other hand, took Seary Lawrence’s number with pleasure. He played for the Patriots. He wasn’t that cute, but he was young and he wasn’t really the