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one-night stands from time to time. One time I heard her say, “He was good on the dance floor, girl, so I had to try him out in the bedroom.” They would both break out in a fit of laughter, carrying on wildly.
    â€œWhew!” He came back to the table, grabbed a napkin, and wiped his sweaty brow. “Those young boys know how to work it out there on that floor. They keep an old boy like me blood flowing to all the right places if you know what I mean,” he said with a huge smile.
    â€œYeah, I bet,” I said with a little contempt in my voice. I wasn’t a hater, but these young boys knew nothing about how to get and keep a man. All they wanted was a quick fuck and moved on. I knew how to romance a brother. Keep him coming back for more, and not just sexually either. I was smart, funny, and I knew how to hold a conversation. In retrospect I guessed none of that mattered to men and I was in the same vicious cycle as them.
    â€œI’m pretty sure you know all about that though,” he said, sitting down and facing me. He was even more attractive up close. He had a few gray hairs in his goatee; to me that meant he was experienced. At least I hoped so. “What are you, about twenty-one, twenty-two?” he asked me.
    Okay, was this a line or was he serious? I had to be smart about this and not get played like I had in the past.
    â€œNo, actually I’m thirty,” I said proudly, as I picked up my drink and sipped it.
    â€œReally? . . . Nah, man . . . you are lying,” he said, grinning. “You’re going to have to prove this to me. Show me some ID.”
    I quickly whipped out my driver’s license and he looked at it and handed it back to me.
    â€œUmph . . . umph . . . umph, time has sure been good to you. You look good, ” he said, shaking his head.
    â€œWell, attribute that to no smoking, very little drinking, and plenty of good sex,” I said, shamelessly flirting. This guy looked like he was relationship material. I had to go in for the kill. “Then again you probably can say the same thing. What are you thirty, thirty-two?”
    â€œYeah, about ten years ago.” He chuckled.
    â€œWell, I guess time has been good to you too.” I showed my pearly whites.
    â€œMy name is Darius.” He reached out to shake my hand.
    â€œI’m Kardell.”
    â€œNow that we got the age and name thing cleared up, I think we’ve checked each other out long enough. Unless you want to see a brother’s social security card, so you can run a criminal and credit check on me.” I laughed very hard. He was on to me. I take it he’s been in my shoes before.
    â€œSo, how can a brother get a dance out of you?” he said, looking out at the dance floor and back at me. “I know you aren’t going to let them young bucks outdo you out there on the floor.”
    â€œYoung bucks?” I said as I faked being offended. “You’re on,” I said, stepping out of my chair and onto the dance floor. I wasn’t about to be shown up. I had a couple of good moves in me still.
    We danced until about two in the morning. I walked off the floor tired and drenched. The liquor had completely worn off. When I got back to my table, I figured it was time for me to go and make a night of it.
    Darius, the older guy, met me back at the table just as I was getting my coat on.
    â€œYou’re not leaving yet? The night just got started.”
    â€œI don’t stay out this late. I like to get at least eight hours of sleep before I have to get up for the next day.”
    â€œWell, can I at least walk you to your car?” He looked at me with a disappointed look on his face.
    â€œUm . . . sure,” I said, a little uneasy. I’d just met this dude, and he could be trying to set me up or even rape me or something.
    I walked out the door with Darius in tow. I had my hand on my keys in my coat pocket. They had an emergency-size pepper