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a dinner cruise and she acted unimpressed. Said she’d been on cruises much better than the one we were on, but when I asked if she ever got an engagement ring better than the one I’m giving her, she was like, “Seaphes, don’t play. What you talking ’bout?”
“Here, woman,” I told her. “I love you. Will you be my wife?”
“You can’t do better than that?” she asked, but I could still see her fingers trembling as if she was freezing cold. Fire held out her hand, and I slipped the ring on her finger. Thank God it fit perfectly. Thank God she said yes, thank God…but just because a woman says yes doesn’t mean she’s your wife. Fire wore the ring, flashing it proudly like it was a Rolex, but this woman took her sweet time about making wedding plans. She was on a career track and needed to stay focused, so she said. She told me, “We can be engaged for a couple of years, no need to rush.”
I said, “What the fuck?”
She said, “You heard me. Let’s take our time.”
I said, “Why? You not sure you wanna do this?”
“Yeah,” she said, “you know I wanna do this, but I wanna do it correct.”
I didn’t know what that was all about, but I took her advice and took a crack at chilling, not getting my drawers in an uncomfortable bunch, and let my woman have her way. First sign that something was twisted was when I’d introduce Fire as my future wife, but she was still calling me her “significant other.”
“Fire, why can’t you call me your fiancé?”
“I just hate how it sounds.”
“Well, I hate how ‘significant other’ sounds.”
“Oh, man, stop whining. You sound just like a woman.”
I shut my woman-sounding ass up. I could only hope she was going through a temporary insanity phase. That she’d wake up, think long and hard, and realize how good she had it.
Check out my résumé.
1. I am an employed African American man who doesn’t live with his mother.
2. I do not have any wayward children running around.
3. I am not attracted to my sex.
4. I pay my bills on time, no repos, no foreclosures, none of that.
5. I pay for dates, no going dutch, no letting her pay taxes or tips. I pay it all.
6. I know how to take a woman someplace to eat besides Luby’s or Red Lobster. I’m not opposed to Ethiopian, Jamaican, French, soul food, Italian, seafood, or sushi.
7. I have never been arrested. I pay my speeding tickets. There are no warrants. I don’t punch in for weekend jail time.
8. I know how to switch out a lightbulb and fix a flat tire. (Don’t laugh. Some so-called men act like they can’t do anything on the maintenance tip and won’t lift a finger to even try.)
9. I still open doors for women instead of letting the door slam in their faces because I foolishly think women are so independent that they don’t require a man to have manners anymore.
10. I love to fuck and I’m good at it.
Now, I stopped at ten but could have added at least ten to twenty more. Bottom line is I have umpteen admirable qualities that any woman can see. But Fire? Fire still dragged her feet. She was moving so slow that after eleven months with still no more talk about a wedding I said, “Fuck it.” I fucked her one last time, then I broke our engagement. Told her to keep the ring (she did), and I took a couple of months to reevaluate the situation. What did I do wrong? Why wasn’t she rushing me to the altar like most normal women?
And I figured it out—she was just
too
independent. There’s something to be said for someone who can show you a little vulnerability, who can feel like someone who might want or need you around once in a while. Her mind wasn’t even on me, and it certainly wasn’t on our wedding. I like a girl who’s got her own thing going on, but not when that’s all she’s got room for. Well, I found out the truth a few months down the road.
I was at a crowded Greek restaurant with one of my boys. We were having a good time, and it was something I needed
“Here, woman,” I told her. “I love you. Will you be my wife?”
“You can’t do better than that?” she asked, but I could still see her fingers trembling as if she was freezing cold. Fire held out her hand, and I slipped the ring on her finger. Thank God it fit perfectly. Thank God she said yes, thank God…but just because a woman says yes doesn’t mean she’s your wife. Fire wore the ring, flashing it proudly like it was a Rolex, but this woman took her sweet time about making wedding plans. She was on a career track and needed to stay focused, so she said. She told me, “We can be engaged for a couple of years, no need to rush.”
I said, “What the fuck?”
She said, “You heard me. Let’s take our time.”
I said, “Why? You not sure you wanna do this?”
“Yeah,” she said, “you know I wanna do this, but I wanna do it correct.”
I didn’t know what that was all about, but I took her advice and took a crack at chilling, not getting my drawers in an uncomfortable bunch, and let my woman have her way. First sign that something was twisted was when I’d introduce Fire as my future wife, but she was still calling me her “significant other.”
“Fire, why can’t you call me your fiancé?”
“I just hate how it sounds.”
“Well, I hate how ‘significant other’ sounds.”
“Oh, man, stop whining. You sound just like a woman.”
I shut my woman-sounding ass up. I could only hope she was going through a temporary insanity phase. That she’d wake up, think long and hard, and realize how good she had it.
Check out my résumé.
1. I am an employed African American man who doesn’t live with his mother.
2. I do not have any wayward children running around.
3. I am not attracted to my sex.
4. I pay my bills on time, no repos, no foreclosures, none of that.
5. I pay for dates, no going dutch, no letting her pay taxes or tips. I pay it all.
6. I know how to take a woman someplace to eat besides Luby’s or Red Lobster. I’m not opposed to Ethiopian, Jamaican, French, soul food, Italian, seafood, or sushi.
7. I have never been arrested. I pay my speeding tickets. There are no warrants. I don’t punch in for weekend jail time.
8. I know how to switch out a lightbulb and fix a flat tire. (Don’t laugh. Some so-called men act like they can’t do anything on the maintenance tip and won’t lift a finger to even try.)
9. I still open doors for women instead of letting the door slam in their faces because I foolishly think women are so independent that they don’t require a man to have manners anymore.
10. I love to fuck and I’m good at it.
Now, I stopped at ten but could have added at least ten to twenty more. Bottom line is I have umpteen admirable qualities that any woman can see. But Fire? Fire still dragged her feet. She was moving so slow that after eleven months with still no more talk about a wedding I said, “Fuck it.” I fucked her one last time, then I broke our engagement. Told her to keep the ring (she did), and I took a couple of months to reevaluate the situation. What did I do wrong? Why wasn’t she rushing me to the altar like most normal women?
And I figured it out—she was just
too
independent. There’s something to be said for someone who can show you a little vulnerability, who can feel like someone who might want or need you around once in a while. Her mind wasn’t even on me, and it certainly wasn’t on our wedding. I like a girl who’s got her own thing going on, but not when that’s all she’s got room for. Well, I found out the truth a few months down the road.
I was at a crowded Greek restaurant with one of my boys. We were having a good time, and it was something I needed
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