It's Christmas morning. I didn't even make it to my bedroom, I feel asleep out on the couch. I was able to accomplish a lot yesterday. I picked up a few gifts for my family, in case I go there today. I got a mani-pedi, got my hair done, and got new luggage. I also have packed for tomorrow. I decided I would wear a combination of colors. I packed a black and a blue suit, of course. I also packed a red suit,(my power color), a mustard suit, a sexy black dress(just in case), and a multi-colored sequins dress, if we go out to party.
My evangelist isn't on this morning because of some stupid holiday parade. It's okay. They usually run what they had played the nigjt efore in the mornings anyway. I need that double- dose because this life of mine is in ruins. I take out my love letter. It still jsut has Dear God, written on it, but I feel like I need to add something to it today. I find my pencil and begin to write,
"Thank You for life, health, and strength. I thank You for my career and the doors of opportunity that You have opened for me. I thank You for your son, Jesus, because that's what Christmas is all about."
Writer's block has kicked in again. This is horrible. I feel like I should talk about the weather or the family or something else before I just start blurting out what I want and need. I put my letter down and walk out on my balcony. I didn't realize thatit was 8:30 in the morning. The day is actually very beautiful It's not too hot and not too cold. The kids are outside enjoying their Christmas toys.
The community I live in is relatively new. In fact, there are several lots that have not even been sold yet. I got in early. If I never have anything else, at least I have a home. The community is made up of young, up and coming families. Late 20's to early 50's is the age of the families, middle class, mostly African Americans. As I stand on my balcony, one of the ladies waves. I wave back. I wonder if I will ever have my own kids,my own husband, my own family?
I have gotten several text messages from colleagues, sorority sisters, family, and friends wishing me a Merry Christmas. But it's not merry for me. Besides, no one that I want to text or call me has. Troy doesn't know how to get in contact with me and even if he did, he probably wouldn't anyway. Kelton has his own family. This dude James, will probably text or call, but only because I am friends with his family. When we were kicking it, I spent more time with his mama, sisters, and aunts, than I did with him. Lamar, Farmer, Adrian, or Nick will not call or text. Dogs!
I spend the rest of my afternoon to go be the third wheel at my sister's again. Because I know her husband, Calvin, I know there will be some man there for me. Not necessarily for me to be with, but to make me feel better about being there with no companion. That's why whenever I go to their house, I always look my best or at least decent enough, because I know Calvin has a friend lurking somewhere.
The thing is that I have screwed most of his friends already. As I pull up to their house I spot Deandre's car, my friend for the day. I don't mind this friend tough. D and I have this sexual chemistry. We flirt and play with each other but it has never gone more than that. Ok. Ok. except this one time when we had phone sex, but that was it.
I check myself in the mirror, because tonight could be D's lucky night, before I walk into the house. I greet everyone and hand the gifts to each respective person. I notice my dad is here, but he doesn't move to greet me. D came over and gave me a hug and a kiss on my neck, that only he and I know htat we shared, and I give him an extra long hug. Then he turns around and says, "Ke-Ke, I want you to meet my friend, Jayla", while he has his hand in the small of my back.
WTF!
"Hey, girl. How are you? I'm Keona, Ke- Ke, as my friends and family call me", I say with the biggest smile.
I sit at the table next to D. Jayla is on his left and I am on his right. He keeps rubbing his leg against mine. Every now and then I rub my hand across his thigh under the table. I think that Jayla can sense th sexual tension between D and I becuase every time he says anything to me, she redirects is attention towards her, It's all good. If girlfriend wants to play games, then it's on and popping!
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