my girlfriends. Of
course they know he ’ s
younger than me. No, this is something I didn ’ t even know until I had gotten invested in
the relationship. Now I ’ m trying to figure out if I should break things off or not.
Just when I think I have the answer, I remember what I saw at the
spa.
We did a
couples day at the spa. My God, the man looks like a Greek statue.
He ’ s cut from top to
bottom … tight skin
covering a mass of hard muscles and packing. How do I know? I
cheated and looked when they told him to turn over. Mercy me. I
instantly went from relaxed to hot and tense.
Jason
would be a good candidate for marriage. He has some very strong
qualities. And from what I saw at the spa, I don ’ t think that that baby thing would be a
problem. I think I need a little more time before making a rash
decision that could cost me my hot, young boyfriend.
I do have
something that I ’ m
keeping secret from my cousin Alex though. I ’ ve arranged a blind date for her when she
comes to Atlanta for her store opening. My cousin is a sweetheart,
but when it comes to meeting men, she hasn ’ t been too open. Unlike my friend Dionne,
I have the gift of matchmaking.
This guy
is perfect for her. I used to date him, but he just
wasn ’ t right for me.
He ’ s a little too old.
It ’ s not like
he ’ s headed for the
grave or anything like that, but he ’ s too old for me. And, I don ’ t like men with facial hair. I like my men
clean shaven and or bald.
I have a
good feeling about him and Alex. They have quite a few things in
common. He ’ s a widower
and she ’ s sort of a
widow. They ’ re both
workaholics and entrepreneurs. He ’ s more of a homebody, which is another reason he
wasn ’ t right for me. I
like going out. Alex likes to stay home curled up with a good
book.
I know
she usually dates average height, brown skin guys. So this guy is
tall and dark. The height issue can be resolved with a pair of
stilettos and once she sees his beautiful eyes, nothing else will
matter. He ’ s quiet,
attentive, has a good sense of humor, a warm smile, great style and
he loves God. The only drawback is he lives in New York. But she
goes there often enough that it could work.
I think Moses could be the one for her, or at
least the one for right now.
DIONNE
I’M DIONNE BURKE, AND I am married to a wonderful man thanks to my friend, Alex.
God always puts someone in your path to help you, and when it comes
to Quentin and me, it was Alex. I have a good life. My husband and
I have been married almost three years. We own a media relations
company with plans to expand. We don’t have children, and that’s
something his annoying mother brings up on a regular basis. It’s
not like we aren’t trying. We’re trying every chance we
get.
I wanted
to adopt. Quentin made the mistake of telling his mother, hoping
she ’ d be happy. No, that
mean old goat said if we adopt, she ’ d die of a broken heart and cut him out of her
will. I tell you, it would be worth it just to see if
she ’ d really die. Forgive me, God. I
know that ’ s
not right, but she gets on my nerves.
I love
the Lord and I love Quentin, but it ’ s becoming more and more difficult to breathe. My
girlfriends don ’ t
realize the pressure I ’ m
under to compete and maintain my place in this family. His father
is a neurosurgeon and his mother, Satan ’ s Handmaiden, is a fertility specialist. They own
a medical plaza with doctors specializing in everything from
cosmetic reconstruction, to cardiology, to vascular medicine, to
oncology. They also lease space to a couple of GPs and OBGYNs. All
the doctors are expected to donate time to my
mother-in-law ’ s pet
project, The Kenderson Free Clinic, named after her late father,
William Kenderson, III.
My
in-laws are on the boards of several charities, and they regularly
open their house for fundraising events. Quentin ’ s older sister is a general practitioner
married to a