By: Ruby Woo
Country men always peaked her interest. It was the subtle things she noticed about them; Like the way they admired their women, to the way their bronzed sweaty skin glistened through the intense summer heat. It all worked for her.
Extending her hand she reached for his, “Oh, how rude of me, don’t believe we’ve met”, she uttered half jokingly, as her and her sister walked out of Kangaroo gas station. A little taken aback by her bold persona, a crescent snap shot of his pearly whites ignited her desire to get closer.
“Wat sup, shawty,”! “I see you aint from roun’ herre,” he played along.
Eager to dismiss the small talk, she responds, “Lets quit playing, why’d you want to meet at the gas station, you thought I was catfishin’ or nah”.
Her presence demanded attention and he loved her directness. All of this is what kept their conversations flowing. However, this is where the story began…..
—————————12 days prior——————————–
Swiping to the left on tinder, he caught her attention. Bright white teeth, chocolate complexion, and well written profile; she swiped right. MATCH! She was hype. And the rest is practically history because their first encounter is what sealed the deal.
————————-flash forward———————————–
A quick glance of approval and a head nod to go speak with his friend standing near, her sister walks away from the two.
While her sister walked away, he pulled her close. Her heart flipped and dipped twice. Flashes of the show, the First 48, replays in her head, as she was quickly reminded about the ‘what ifs’ and possible kidnappings that could take place, when one online dates. She pulled from his warm embrace. His voice snapped her back to present.
” Nah, boo I aint think that! I just need to play it safe shawty, des’ ladies roun’ here play roun’ too much”
” Oh, believe me safety has crossed my mind once or 30 times thus far,” she smiles; and he returns her grin.
“Right, so you gon’ let me show you my city of what”?
“Cool, when and where ?”
She took a deep breath because she felt her self melting as seconds passed. I’m not sure if this has ever happened to you, but she was quite sure that the abnormal, seemingly unlikely event of her forever was standing in front of her.
His name was Ramel, and he confidently stood about 5’8, with deep, dark curly hair, GUTTER southern accent, and a masculine, husky build. Just as she liked! We’ll just refer to him as Zamn-Daddy!
To Be Continued…..
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