Still Standing

Eric had been calling me, in fact I had gone out with him twice since our first meeting. each time I showed up at work there he was waiting for me, I had mistakenly given him my phone number, treated him like a regular. He had paid me each time we met but it was clear he wanted me for himself, as his woman. Or so he said.  He was foolish. I tried to explain that that wasn’t possible but I honestly couldn’t convince myself why it wasn’t.  My strongest argument is that we met on the street.  Men say they want the truth but truth is, most of them can’t handle it. Not for long. I could see it now, one day he would bring it up and I would crucify his ass for it and that would be that. I would never allow anyone to judge me for my surviving.

We still had not had sex so that wasn’t it, I asked him why me?

“I was leaving work one day and saw you. You were standing there in a brown suit, your hair lay on your shoulders you lips were luscious. I made the block and came and just watched you, I thought you were the most beautiful sister I wanted to meet you, I didn’t care that you work the street. I still don’t. I figured you could see what I have to offer and would know I was serious about you.”

Eric stop it, you don’t even know me how can you say these things. You’re a dreamer, I can’t listen to this.

 “That was true before but I do know you now, and I want to know you more, let me be honest I want you in my life I want you and I’m sorry if that scares you but it’s true.”

I didn’t speak. I wanted this to be true.

 Eric I can’t listen to this I have to get ready for work now. 

“Can I see you tonight?”

 No. I cant hear this shit, you need to stop calling me with this fairytale prince charming crap, no body gets that ending.

“cleo just let me see you, don’t be like that.”

Um… tonight probably isn’t the best time for me I have to go. I hung up.