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gossip a little. “So what’s going on in your world?”
    â€œNot a thing.” I smirked.
    â€œGood day, sir. Can I get you something to drink?” A petite black woman politely interrupted me before I could go into detail with Dennis about the last couple of days in my life.
    â€œYes, I’ll have a chocolate Frappuccino with whipped cream and a vanilla scone,” I ordered.
    â€œSure, I’ll be right back.”
    â€œAll that sugar goes to the hips, you know that, right?” Dennis scolded me.
    He always chastised me when it came down to my weight. I was a regular-looking guy, not fat or thin, but I was fit. Dennis was always fit. He looked good. But he wasn’t always like that. Getting and keeping a man would do that to you. He was a gym freak. He lived inside Bally Total Fitness.
    â€œI don’t have anybody to worry about that for anyway. I don’t have a man like you do.” I threw a little shade his way. It was innocent though.
    â€œAnd you won’t get one with a gut and thick thighs, unless you meet one who’s a chubby chaser.” He smiled.
    â€œBitch, please. Chubby is not for me. Now don’t get me wrong, I will fuck a thick guy, because I like me a thick man working me over, but I don’t want to be one.” We both laughed.
    â€œAnyway,” I pushed to change the subject from me to him. “How is Charles doing? Mr. Work Hard For The Money?”
    â€œChile, he is doing it and doing it well. I just can’t keep him off of me. I’m surprised that I could sit down in my office chair this morning.” He was smiling extremely too hard. I was envious on the inside. Extremely envious.
    â€œDamn, he got it like that.” I scooted up my chair a little closer to the table. The waiter came and brought me my order. She asked if I needed anything else, but I waved her away in an effort to get back to the conversation with Dennis.
    â€œWell, baby, let’s just say he brings his own jackhammer home and into the bedroom. He breaks ground every time he enters me.”
    â€œUmp . . . ump . . . ump.” I shook my head and marveled.
    â€œAnd get this. He talks to me afterward. Not that I be listening, because I be so spent afterward. He holds me and kisses the nap of my neck. I wake up to breakfast in bed sometimes, and when he leaves for work before I get up there are love notes plastered all over the house to see when I get ready to leave out for the day.”
    I could have flipped the table over and walked off. I was so jealous. Not at Dennis, just that I didn’t have a man like that. I got stuck with losers, leeches, or ones already on leashes.
    â€œDamn, what the hell am I doing wrong?” I asked out loud after a few seconds.
    â€œThe right one will come along. You just have to be patient. Don’t rush it. I had to go through the whole United Nations just to find mines.” We both burst into laughter.
    â€œNow, that is true. You was a ho back in the day.” I laughed.
    â€œBoy, please. They gave you an honorary star up on the Meat Rack for all the men you were serving up,” he said and then we both laughed again.
    We ragged on each other for about another half hour before we both made our way back toward our perspective jobs. When I got back to the office I was a little peppier than I was when I had left for lunch.
    Back at my desk, I was going through my “to do” list for the rest of the day. But my mind kept wandering back to the conversation that I had with Dennis today. We had fun and I loved every minute I spent with him, but he had someone to go home to. Colors and schemes weren’t making me happy at home or comforting me at night. I needed a living, breathing body to do that job. I wanted someone to talk to about my dreams and aspirations. I needed someone to sit across a table from and just to stare at for as long as I wanted to without saying a word. Why couldn’t I have