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to get in the way of retrieving this vital info.  In any case, he had not gone to that shop last Sunday with the intention of falling in…. “Like… That’s what it is…like,” he tried to convince himself out loud as he completed his morning workout.
     
    He hopped in the shower, wondering how long it would take the media to find out about this and make him sound like a loser in the game of love.  To the world he would make sure that he came off as angry over the incident of being stood up.  News of such nonsense traveled fast for a man in his position.  What he was unwilling to admit to anyone was that he was far from mad.   This was a major disappointment for him. 
     
    After his divorce was finalized he had tried dating.  The few that he had given the privilege to be seen on his arm showed how shallow they were within the first few minutes of being with them.  Eventually, the desire to date took its place on the backburner, mostly due to his daughter.  By putting all his energy into raising her and building his business, he now owned five 5 star hotels at various locations around the world and continued to profit from buying and selling high valued properties wherever the opportunity permitted.  Oklahoma City was hot right now allowing him to spend more time at home, which he enjoyed immensely.  The energy spent on his daughter had given him the best prize of all; the pride of his life. 
     
    Compounding the dating issue was his attraction to black women.  He loved the fact that they came in a variety of shades and colors.  Their ability to wear their hair in so many ways fascinated him.  He loved to feel it and touched it every chance he got, even when those that he had dated protested against having his hands in their hair. 
     
    He had dated a variety of women during his short period between childhood and his marriage to Abby.  Abby was black but on the light side because of her blond haired, blue eyed mother.   He didn’t want to admit his past fears of approaching those with darker skin, even though he did find many of them rather attractive.  His fears weren’t founded on any facts or data.  He just had it in his head that they would be more likely to reject his advances, be more inclined to want to be with a “brotha”, not taking him seriously.  Sunday night those fears had fled from him.  He had mustered up the nerve to ask the chocolate beauty out only to have his fears come to fruition. 
     
    However, he wasn’t about to give up on her.  Maybe she didn’t want to admit to it but there was definitely something special between them that could not, should not be ignored.  That’s okay.  She’ll get tired of all those flowers soon enough, he speculated.  On the surface he marveled at his ingenious plan but in the back of his mind he had started to wonder why it was taking so long for her to concede to his demands.  It had been almost two full days of flower deliveries during every hour that Chanelle’s Consignment Shop was open.  He dismissed these concerns, figuring deliveries might have fallen behind, or maybe she actually liked having so many of them.
     
    Walking around the kitchen in just his lounging pants, he grabbed the protein smoothie that his cook had prepared for him off the kitchen counter.  He sat on one of the bar stools to read the morning news. 
     
    As he scrolled through the pages something in the advertisement section caught his eye.  He stopped scrolling, as he usually bypassed the small ads quickly, usually not finding an iota of interest in them.  He slowly scrolled back to the ad that had gotten his attention.  Closing his eyes and shaking his head to clear it, he opened them to read the brief advertisement located on the second page of the local news page once more.  The words of the ad were plain as day but they initially refused to have meaning to him.  When they finally did, he responded with speed.  Springing from the chair, he picked