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    During dinner, we got to know each other, and I swear my cheeks were hurting from laughing so much. His energy was so positive, his jokes were actually funny, and he wasn't corny. Since he was from the hood in Philly, we both connected with each other's worlds.
    As we were leaving, the waiter chased us d own with his manager with him. It was very odd to me and I couldn’t hide it on my face.
    "Excuse me, excuse me , Mr. Courtney Cox." The manager fixed his black tie and then extended his arm out to Courtney. "I just wanted to formally introduce myself. I'm Raymond, the manager."
    Cour tney looked at me and then extended his hand to the manager. "Nice to meet you, my man."
    The manager was shaking his hand like the scene from Coming to America when that m an saw Eddie Murphy in America and almost shook his arm off. "I just want to congratulate you on that interception in the fourth quarter that made the Patriots go to the playoffs last year. Keep up the good work, whenever you come back, your next meal is on us."
    "Thank you, I appreciate that."
    I was pissed! His cover was blown!
    I trailed behind Courtney as he opened the door for me to go outside. I kept quiet while patiently waiting for the valet to bring the car up to the restaurant. Courtney tried to offer me his jacket , but I denied it because I was disgusted at how his lie was revealed. As soon as we sat in the car, I let him have it.
    "So you're an athlete , Courtney?"
    He peeled off onto the road and sighed while scratching his head with his left hand.
    "Is that why you didn't want to talk about what you did for work? Customer service? What else have you lied to me about?"
    "Nothing!" he interrupted. "Listen, I didn't want to tell you because I wanted you to get to know me for me, and not judge me because of my career. I saw your disgust for athletes when I met you in the club. Your pretty face got all sour talking about ‘I hope you're not an athlete’.” he said, mocking me.
    "Yeah and I meant it! "
    "I understand, but is that gonna discredit me from getting to know you? Our chemistry is there, we vibe on the phone, and we've been vibing all night. Let your guard down. What is your beef against athletes?"
    "My ex played for the Celtics and he broke my heart. I know how crazy life is when dealing with an athlete, and I just don't want to be entangled into your whole fast life. I want a man who is going to be focused on me, getting to know me, and love me for me, flaws and all."
    "So that's why you don't want to deal with an athlete, because you dated one that broke your heart? How you want someone to love you for your flaws when you can't even get over my so-called flaw of being an athlete?"
    His words shut me up. I sat back in my seat and crossed my arms. I was heated at him for lying to me. Dead silence filled the car for about five minutes. I felt his eyes on me and eventually, he placed his hand on my thigh. "Look, I'm sorry. I really didn't want us to begin this with a lie. I could tell you were different off the break. There was no need to test you. It's my fault."
    "How do you know I'm different?" I asked.
    "Because I know you are. I could tell." he pulled up to the front of my apartment building. "Check this out, you say you want a man to accept you, flaws and all right? Well guess what, whatever flaws you think you have, I embrace them. We all have a past, nobody is perfect. You feel me? It's not every day you come across someone you connect with. I usually don't like to let girls know I play ball, because they don't let me see the real them. I told you I've dated, but I haven't found anyone real. I think it's different with you. I don't want you to leave my car tonight and feel like you wasted your time."
    I unclicked my seat belt and faced him.
    "I'm sorry.” I exhaled. “I didn't mean to overreact. I guess I spent so much time protecting my heart, that I put up a wall, especially when it comes to athletes. I guess I'm just gonna