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I read the text message from an out-of-state number that popped up on my LG Chocolate-White cellphone in January of Hey Che, Happy Birthday! I messaged back. A year ago I met our mutual friend Destiny at a work event and we became fast friends after having lunch together one day. While we worked at different locations, we kept in touch and went out to bars and clubs on weekends in Atlanta. We drank Cosmopolitans and did vodka shots and danced our Saturday nights away.
Should I wear my hair natural? My teeny-weeny afro? Or your Remy wig on my date? I messaged Destiny. She texted back, You look cute either way. Do whatever makes you feel comfortable. I just needed to have a good time. I decided to wear my natural short hair. I wore a body-hugging blue tank top and form-fitting black pants. I went braless as my B-cup breasts were full, perky, and wellโฆperfect.
My hourglass figure, round butt, and flat tummy were a product of nightly workouts and lean mealsโa consequence of living paycheck to paycheck. I was on the brink of broke despite my two-story townhouse, two jobs, and car. I owed about one-hundred thousand dollars in student loan debt and some credit card debt, too. Bill collectors called me nonstop.
I started dating to eat decent meals. Through Craigslist personal ads, I met guys who were more than willing to take a twenty-something woman out. I had dinner at a steak restaurant in Atlantic Station with a cute lawyer who took me shopping for shoes afterwards, but never asked me out again because I expressed my distaste at my job holding a work event at a megachurch.
I had drinks with a French guy with a four-hour layover from Paris to San Francisco. To say I was on a budget was an understatement. So I jumped at the opportunity to have dinner with Che to celebrate his birthday. The added perk of a party was perfect. The sweet orange liqueur over ice was exactly what my sweet-tooth needed. We had fun, witty, intelligent conversation. We also had a moment when a thin white male teenager dressed in all black and a long black trench coat walked into the diner and stood with his hands in his pockets at the door.