BUPPIES

It was so cold that evening in Chicago.  That kind of weather in early May that makes

lonely people want to drink and couples want to stay in and make love.  This particular evening Kennedy Remington was feeling a bit fatigued about work, relationships and her place in this world.    She sat at her small antique bistro table drinking a glass of Merlot she’d picked up from the Chalet on her way home from the office.  She was wondering what she and her girls would get into that bitter cold Friday evening.  She was quickly interrupted from her thoughts by the telephones piercing ring.  “Hello” she answered. 

Kennedy?  The husky country voice replied.  It was the love of her life from once upon a time or so she always felt.  Mr. Geraud Stanton, he always had a way of putting things into perspective although he was an asshole romantically he had a knack for giving great advice. 

“Hey You!”  She said in a surprising screech. 

What are you doing calling here on a Friday night? 

“Hey sweetie!  You miss me? He answered. 

She could tell he was smiling over the phone.  You always have great timing.  I was sitting here thinking about my next trip to New York and then Mr. New York calls me.  You know I have to visit there periodically for business.  A part of her wanted to tell him how much she wanted to stop by and visit with him during her stay but in an attempt to appear dry and unaffected by the break up she just stuck with the small talk. 

“So how is the advertising business?” 

“Well’ it’s good, I’m still in corporate client relations. But to be honest I’m still looking for my niche in the business.  I keep thinking there has got to be more than this.  I’m the only black woman in the department after five years and that’s getting very old.  Enough about my work how’s Wall Street?” 

“Oh, Kennedy financially I couldn’t be happier.”  A day in the life of a broker, Kennedy giggled.  “So how’s the love life he inquired?” 

“Excuse me, that’s personal!”

“I know that’s why I asked.” He responded cleverly.  She secretly knew he was only asking, to drop some bomb in her lap.  As if she could handle any more emotional baggage.  She knew she’d regret answering the question but she proceeded to go into detail about this guy who came into her life recently and just as quickly turned into a memory.  “Well, she said with a heavy sigh I was seeing this one guy in Atlanta but it went down the tubes.  What else can I say about it?”  She said trying not to get too deep in her thoughts about her former lover. 

“Tell me, he said what was he like?” 

“You are just going to keep pushing she said,” as she nervously played with her curly hair. 

“Yes I am, you know me I’ll never give up so just tell me.” 

“Well he was an old friend that was completely wrong for me but I did it anyway.  Too short, couldn’t dress to save his life and looked a bit turtlelish, if that means anything to you.  I think I may have been tripping around that time.  I liked him though. He was sweet.  I think that’s why it was so easy to like him, she explained.  He made me laugh.  But in reflection of the turn of events I realized that a good screw sometimes is just