I knew I wasn’t excited about my date on Saturday when I grabbed flats instead of heels.
Franklin had been calling and texting for the past week, (as he tends to do two or three times a year). I had been ignoring his calls answering his texts with vague answers like “maybe” and “I don’t know” thinking he would get the hint, but he was persistent and somehow I agreed to meet him for a movie in Times Square.
I met Franklin online three years ago. On paper we should be a match but… we’re just not. He’s very nice, I’m just not interested in him for a myriad of reasons like 1.) He talks about money 99% of the time and 2.) I’m not attracted to him.
Normally, I would blow Franklin off with a simple, “I’m busy” but Franklin caught me in a moment of weakness on Saturday. I had spent the day cleaning my apartment and letting the reality that Adrian was probably not going to resurface sink in. When Franklin called I convinced myself that attention from a man, any man, was better than no attention at all. So, I grabbed a chunky sweater, threw on some pearls and shoved my feet into a pair of flats.
The minute I walked into the movie theater, I knew it was a mistake. Franklin stood waiting for me with two tickets in hand and I was already annoyed. “CeCe, hey!” he wore a green polyester shirt with white swirls, brown pants and brown shoes with no socks. We were a little early for the movie, so while we sat in the dark theater he caught me up on things, “So, I have a new client and the guy who referred me to them said they could afford to pay double, so I marked up my fees and now I’m making so much money!”
I nodded, smiled and waited for the lights to go down, so I wouldn’t have to hear about how much money he was making. While the previews played I began to chastise myself CeCe, you’ve never been able to fake the funk, why are you trying now?!
I have never been able to date someone I wasn’t truly interested in, that’s why a second or third date is such a big deal for me. If I wanted a man in my life I could have one, there are plenty of interested parties, but I have to feel something in order to date someone.
I can’t fake the funk.
Hanging out with Franklin helped me realize that I’d rather be at home scrubbing my bathtub than out with a guy I have no interested in.
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