A Woman’s Envy

I usually don’t care for another woman’s man. There’s so many fish out in the sea I’ve run out of worms to feed them as bait. So many men to choose from with so many different things to offer me. I don’t care for the rich stuck-up men that thinks money can buy them a loyal female. I could care less about a man trying to be in a gang or sell drugs to get ahead in life. And I for damn sure don’t care about men who still live with their mothers. So many men to choose from, but so many problems that comes along with them.

I wasn’t interested in looking for a man at the moment. I’m in college and trying to at least earn my first degree before becoming serious in another relationship. Men didn’t deserve me anyways. I’m too good to be true for them.

I believed that... at least until this tall mocha man standing in front of me at Starbucks turned around to say something to me.

“Excuse me, would you like to go first? I don’t know what I want yet, and wouldn’t wanna hold you up.” He said to me. His deep voice vibrated through my body and down between my legs like a silent alarm.

You’re just horny, I said to myself. It’s been almost a year since I’ve been sexual with anyone. My hormones are just all over the place and that’s why I’m attracted to him. I’ll leave it be.

“Sure, thank you.” I replied.

After ordering my drink, I walked back to my car and began to panic over my phone being lost. “This cannot be happening to me right now.” I said under my breath. I got out of my car and began searching under the seats, frustrations rising.

“Umm, Miss. I think you forgot something.” I turned around to see the tall mocha man standing behind me while I was bent over searching for what was in his hand.

“Oh my gosh, thank you. I was starting to freak out.” I said nervously. “What’s your name?”

“You can just call me Des.”

“Well, l thank you, Des.” Sticking my hand out, I told him to give me his phone.

“What for?” He asked me with a slim grin on his face.

“Why else?” While unlocking his phone, I couldn’t stop myself from looking at his features. His muscles were tight and buff, but not too big. His mocha complexion complimented his hazel eyes and thick full lips with the trimmed thin mustache right above his upper lip. His hair was neatly cut on the sides with the top wavy and smooth from him clearly wearing a first at night to keep them looking perfect. Quickly, Des hands me his phone.

His home screen was a picture of himself holding a baby girl in his arms and staring at her proudly. I tapped the phone icon and typed in my number and saved it under ‘Chelsey’ with a simple happy emoji. Once I was finished I handed it back to him. “Use it whenever. By the way, your daughter’s very pretty.”

“Thank you, Chelsey. Have a nice day.”

“I will now.” I replied.

I got back into my car and watched him walk back into the coffee shop. He was a very handsome man, and obviously a very present father in his daughter’s life. A good man from what I could see. I wonder how a woman could be so stupid to let him go, I asked myself. Oh well, her loss now. He had sparked my interest. Something a man hasn’t done in a long time. Maybe it was because I wanted to put his nice thick lips to good use. Might even be because I noticed the thick print trying to hide underneath his black Nike sweats. Yes, I wanted sex—I couldn’t deny that. He was a sexy man who was very appealing. But, he also seemed like the type of man I wouldn’t mind talking to and get to know on a more personal level. Being alone getting...well lonely after awhile. Des seems like the type of person I wouldn’t mind spending spare time with.

I know right, here I was just talking shit about how men didn’t deserve me and this and that, and now here I am already interested in the mystery man who’s barely said any full sentences to me. But, that’s why I gave him my number. I usually don’t look or think twice about a man who actually puts in the effort with trying to get with me. Des didn’t have to try to get my attention, he had it and didn’t even have to work for it—my type of man.

Before backing out of the parking lot, I looked up to see a woman walking in with her child. The little girl had to be no older than two years old, waddling and jumping around energetically as she was escorted into the shop. Through the glass, I could see the little girl run up to Des with her arms reached out. He picked her up and twirled her around a few times before placing her on his hip and giving her a kiss. The woman walked up to the both of them grinning as well, giving Des a nice welcoming kiss on the lips.

I drove off thinking like, damn, so why did he take my number just like that? Did she notice me talking to him at all? Does he care if she sees the two of us?

I mean, was I now not supposed to be interested in Des because he still may be together with her? Obviously she was nothing important if he allowed me to save my number so boldly into his phone. I would look better with Des than that girl does. I probably could even make a cuter baby with him. Make him happier than she could ever. If he was happy, he wouldn’t be smiling up in my face.

She can easily be replaced. And she was going to figure that out real soon.

To Be Continued...

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