"Well I am an electrical contractor for Chrysler! See, we have something in common already ... electricity! Go on," said Greg.
"I was married, and we were together fifteen years and married for seven of those years. My husband got that seven-year itch I guess; we divorced, and I've been single ever since."
She met her husband in college, and thought they would grow old together. She really loved him, and her whole world revolved around him. Once they had kids and she decided to go back to school to earn her master's degree, he became distant, unsupportive, and was hardly ever at home. He told her he didn't sign up to be a babysitter ... how do you baby sit your own kids? And eventually she found out about him having an affair with one of his coworkers. She actually tried to forgive him, but she never could because he never stopped cheating. She eventually got tired, filed for divorce four m, and after a lengthy and ugly fight, she was free and never looked back.
"Well, it's lucky for me that he was a jerk," he said. "But I'm going to quit calling it luck, and call it fate or a blessing."
Man, I like the way he talks, "So, are you into older women?" she asked.
"Let me ask you something,” he said.” Have you ever been in a situation where you had a chance to do something, and you didn’t, then regret it?"
"Um hum. Many times," she replied.
"It was just something about you that told me I had to say something to you or I would regret it for the rest of my life. I really can't explain it any better than that. I honestly never did that before. Age was never a factor, so I guess in this case, I am into older women."
Wow, she thought. That was kind of deep, but she said, "That's very interesting. And you are telling me that this never happened before?"
"If you mean my approaching a woman that I’m attracted to at a gas station and an unknown entity telling me to go say something? Nope, first time.”
"So," she said, changing the subject, "What hours do you work?"
"I work from 7 a.m. to 4 p.m. typically, sometimes longer."
"That's almost my work schedule,” she said, " although some days I work seven to seven."
"So, what do you think your sons would say about you dating me?" he asked, changing the subject again.
"Who said that we are going to date?"
"Well, I'm hoping that you at least allow me to take you out, but humor me. Hypothetically. What do you think?"
"I get hit on by young guys all the time, even by their friends! So, we've had the conversation. They feel that as long as I'm happy and being treated right, that's all that matters, although their friends aren’t even a consideration…I practically raised most of them! But to be honest with you, I usually date older guys…."
"Can’t say that I blame them, but I like your sons already," said Greg.
"They're good kids and I believe I raised them right."
"Well, it sure sounds like it. And as for only dating older guys, I’m not even going to say that age is nothing but a number, because I’m sure you have heard it a million times, but I really have a good feeling about you…about us, and I just want to take you out and get to know you better.”
“That sounds like a start Greg.”
“Hey babe, I have an important call coming in and as much as I like talking to you, I'm going to let you get some rest while I take this call, and hopefully you will let me call you tomorrow," said Greg.
"That will be fine, and thanks for calling."
"No, thank you, beautiful, for talking to me. Good night."
"Good night."
She repositioned herself in bed and resumed the TV show, but couldn't stop smiling. What was she doing, being so giddy over this boy? She tried to finish watching the show but kept thinking about Greg and all his cuteness. She hit rewind three times, and tried to concentrate on her TV show.
Sabra
Sabra is a forty-nine-year-old business owner. She runs a successful catering company that allowed her to live comfortably and live well. Even though her company employed over sixty employees, and she profited over $300,000 or more annually, she still liked to facilitate personally at some of her events.
She had been divorced for many years and hadn't been in a real relationship since her marriage dissolved. The men in her life after marriage never got to stay around too long. She would love them, or rather make love to them, and leave them, and she had become comfortable with being single. She was a heartbreaker and made sure she didn’t get too attached to anyone.
She is 5'9", light-skinned, or high yellow as her friends called it, and weighed around 185 lbs. She used to be self-conscious about her weight and tried all kinds of fad diets. The older she got, the more she discovered she had to work at it. She had come to terms with the fact that she will never return to her 130-pound college weight, and she didn't want to. She was tall and wore her weight well.
She was very suspicious of men and hadn’t trusted them since her husband left her and their kids twenty-one years ago. They had three beautiful children and she had been a very loving and devoted wife and mother. One day her husband told her he didn't want to be married anymore and just up and left…no explanation. He gave her everything she wanted in the divorce with no argument. He did see his kids on a scheduled basis, and did not communicate with her unless it was about the children. As they got older, they were able to tell Sabra what was going on, and was very shocked to find out that he had left her for another man! She hadn’t been in a real relationship since then and chased all the guys away that she dated, by ruthlessly discarding them when she was done. She had no problem telling them off if they deserved it, and she only dated guys with whom she would not have an emotional attachment. She was deeply scarred from being deserted, and resolving to never be hurt again, kept up a big wall.
Sabra was looking over the receipts from a previous night’s dinner party, when her text message alert song, "24 Karat," started to play. She bobbed her head up and down and danced as she picked up her cell phone and checked out the text. It was from Ray. He texted that he wanted to come over to her place that night and "do some things to her." She smiled and thought about all the nasty, sexy, sloppy, slid things that he would do to her and immediately put her hands between her legs and rubbed her "kitty" to contain it for the time being. She texted back, "see you at 11:00," and as soon as she did, those old, familiar pangs emerged. Ray was 56 years old and she knew that she shouldn't be dealing with him anymore because he was married, and she had made a point to stay away from married men, but she was admittedly dick-whipped by him ... something she never thought she would be with anyone after her husband. They had been having this on again, off again affair for over nine months, and she could never say no to him.
They had met at a very classy dinner party that she was catering in Birmingham, Michigan, where he was a guest. She was at the food table, making sure everything was in order, when he approached and asked, "Excuse me, miss, is there any hot sauce?"
She looked at the 6-foot, 2-inch, cocoa complexion, bald-headed, muscular man and thought, Ummu. Tall, dark, dresses well, and handsome, and said, "I will see if I have some in the kitchen, but to be honest with you, I've never had anybody ask for any in this area."
Birmingham, Michigan is a suburb of Detroit, where many affluent people with old money live. She had catered many corporate parties and weddings there. A lot of the Detroit team athletes: Pistons, Redwings, Tigers, and Lions, also reside there. They both looked around the room at the ethnic representation of the room, and started laughing. Sabra asked, "And what's wrong with the food anyway? It's not seasoned enough for you?"
Ray said, "The food is delicious, but pretty lady, you know black folks like hot sauce on everything."
Sabra tried to hold back her smile but couldn't. "Excuse me a minute while I go check."
He replied, "As long as you don't mind if I look while you walk away."
Normally a line like this would have pissed her off, but this bald headed, handsome man who was wearing
the hell out of his suit, made her blush when he said it. Now she had to be conscious of her walk, because she knew he was looking, so she made sure she put a nice twitch in her step. What she didn't notice was the shrimp that was on the floor, and she slipped on it but didn't fall. Instead, she caught herself after whirling her arms around like a cartoon character, trying to maintain her balance, then turned to see if he was still watching. He was, so she then walked really fast to the kitchen.
She was so embarrassed that she decided not to go back out there, so she proceeded to clean up the kitchen area. After about ten minutes, while she was talking to one of her employees, he came into the kitchen.
"Excuse me, did you forget about me?" he asked.
Sabra replied, "Oh, I'm sorry ... I got a little busy in here and forgot. Please forgive me."
She went and got the bottle of hot sauce and handed it to him. He took it and sat down in a nearby chair.
"Well, my food is cold now, so you are just going to have to make it up to me with a home-cooked meal."
Sabra looked down at his hands and saw what she assessed was at least five carats of diamonds, encrusted on a platinum band, on his ring finger and replied, "Don't you think your wife will have a problem with that?" with a smirk on her face.
He looked down at his hand and then back up at her and replied, "I am married, but we are going through a divorce."
"Then why are you still wearing your ring?" she asked.
"It stops women from hitting on me, although sometimes women don't even care if I have a wife or not."
"So, you have a problem with being hit on?" Sabra asked.
"It can be distracting sometimes and I do get approached a lot," he replied.
"I bet you do," she retorted.
"So," Sabra boldly asked, "are you still living and having sex with your wife?"
He hesitated, and then said, "I'm not going to lie to you, so yes, we still live together, but only until I find me a place. The house is large enough, that we never have to see each other. We sleep in separate rooms and I'm hardly ever at home. We haven't had a real conversation in months, so now will you go out with me?"
I noticed he didn’t say they hadn’t had sex, and Sabra considered this and told him, "First of all, I don't even know your name; Second, I don't date married men, and lastly, try me again after your divorce is final. Now please excuse me."
She left the room and went to make sure everything was in order.
When the party was over, and all her equipment was packed away in the van, and her employees were paid, she was about to drive away when she heard a rap at the window. She rolled down the window and looked into the eyes of the very aggressive man, standing there in all his hunkiness.
"I really wish you would give me a chance to get to know you" he said. Sabra answered, “I told you. I don't do married men."
He replied," well do you do business dinners?" as he handed her one of his cards," because I would like to talk to you about using your catering services… over dinner. By the way, my name is Raymond. Can I have one of your business cards?"
Oh, he is a smooth one. "Okay, fine, but it will be strictly a business dinner." She gave him one of her business cards and she took his. He looked at her card. "Ms. Sabra, I'm looking forward to doing business with you."
"Likewise, now can you step back so that I can leave?" she replied with a smile.
"Of course," he said, and stepped back and she sped off, almost running over his shoes.
After that night, she thought about him a lot and even talked to her friend Yvette about him. Yvette told her she should be careful because even though he said he was going through a divorce, at the end of the day he was still married.
"Well, I'm going to call him to see if he has a legitimate business proposition, and if he doesn't, then I will know that he is full of shit," said Sabra.
"I'm not ever going to tell you to pass up on some money, but I just want you to be careful, Sabe. Try to keep it professional," said Yvette.
"No problem, Vet. I can handle this one."
She didn't have to call him because Ray called her the next day, and she agreed to meet him at Starbucks rather than have dinner. It turned out he did have a legitimate business affair that he needed a caterer for and the pay was good, so she took the job.
After the event, he called her every morning and every night; even if it was only for a few minutes. She enjoyed their conversations, and always tried to steer them away from anything suggesting they get together. He eventually wore her down, and she consented to going to dinner with him.
Dinner was at J Alexanders, a restaurant known for its’ excellent food and great service. She had several drinks during the meal and was feeling giddy, and once they made it to their cars, he decided she was too intoxicated, and insisted he drive her home.
“I can call an Uber…I will be okay.”
“Nonsense. Don’t you trust me by now?”
She looked into his dreamy eyes, agreed that she shouldn't be behind the wheel, and allowed him to drive her home.
Once they made it to her place, she was not only high, but she was horny, and she invited him in for "coffee."
That was nine months ago and she had been having an affair with him ever since. He was still living with his wife and he later confessed that he has five kids by four different women.
One day, Sabra met Yvette at their gym, LA Fitness on Telegraph Road, in Bloomfield Hills, where they were taking a spinning class. After the class, they went across the street and got a smoothie and a salad from Panera restaurant. Sabra told Yvette about what happened the previous night with Ray.
On that night, Ray was at her house and he kept getting phone calls while they were in bed cuddling and watching a movie. He would look at the phone when it rang and not answer. The calls kept coming, so he put his phone on silent/vibrate. After getting tired of hearing the phone's consistent buzzing, Sabra asked, "Why don't you just answer it?"
"Because it's Mandy and she’s just trying to get some money from me."
Mandy was one of his baby mamas.
"So why can't you just tell her no? Maybe she will stop calling?"
"Look, let me handle mine. I don't try to tell you what to do your life."
"That's because I don’t have any drama or secrets like you do," she said.
"So what do you call sleeping with a married man? You are not perfect, Ms. Sabra."
Sabra glared at him. “I can't believe you went there, and you know I'm not comfortable with this arrangement. Your lying ass keep telling me you're getting a divorce, and my stupid ass keeps believing you."
"Well, I ain't got time to listen to this shit. I came over here to get away from that nagging crap, but now all of a sudden, you want to be questioning me?"
"Really?" she asked. "That is so unfair! Questioning you? Maybe you should just leave. I just can't believe you! Go someplace where you can answer your phone and not be nagged!"
He put on his clothes and left without saying a word. Sabra started to go after him, but decided against it. She started to cry because she was angry, not just at Ray, but at herself for putting herself in this vulnerable position. She thought she was controlling the relationship like she always did, but realized that this time she never was. She picked up the phone to call her “voice of reason” friend.
"Why do you let that dummy keep messing over you? Sounds like he was trying to pick a fight so that he could go do his dirt. You asked him one question and he goes off like that? You deserve better than that! He running around with all these baby mommas, and he's married, and y'all stupid asses keep sleeping with him. He does that mess because he knows he can get away with it," said Yvette.
Sabra, never being at a loss for words, was this time, and just shook her head.
"Is his dick that damn good? Damn, girl!" said Yvette.
Sabra had tears in her eyes. "I don’t know why I listen to him and his lies. It was insult enough when he kept telling me he was g
etting a divorce and never had ... then all these babies and baby mamas keep popping up ... red flags everywhere ... I don't know why I keep dealing with him. Yes, I do” she reflected. “We have so much in common and we have so much fun most of the time ... I really like him, and the sex! The sex is off the chain!" she sighed as she thought about it.
"I didn't mean to get all caught up with him. I thought he was a safe fling ... him being married and all."
Now Yvette was mad because she knew her friend, as hard as she tried to act, was hurting and having a hard time letting go.
"Girl, you got to let him go! He ain't shit! You have always been adamant about staying away from married men…and even though this buster says he’s not with his wife, you are much smarter than that. It’s been too long and he ain’t going anywhere! But you know what? If you like it, I love it. I don't always make the best choices myself but I will be damn if I'm gonna let a man walk over me and dick whip me ... and he married too? Hell, it's WAY too much dick out here to put up with that!"
Sabra smiled a little at what Yvette said. Yvette usually doesn't say too much or judge her about her relationships, and she knew in her heart of hearts, she was right. Why can't she let this man go?
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