Sandra...

My boyfriend dreads these last few entries the most…So Kevin and I were enjoying our fling…the chemistry was fantastic! I could feel my guard slowly coming down. He was fun. Our mini lunch dates and Perkins outings were savored. I felt that this could really go somewhere. I introduced him to my world and all who dwelled within. And then he drops a bomb…Sandra. Now I’ve been caught up in some awkward shit but NOTHING tops how I meet Sandra. Kevin had mentioned weeks earlier about a show that was going on. I was down. I get good music and a chance to see him…win/win, right? He said someone was tagging along with. I was like okay…me thinking it was his brother or someone needing a ride to the show. So I get there early, but not too early. I decided to sit at the bar so that I could have a good view of the door. I wanted him to catch my peripheral. So around 10:30 he walks in with this chick. My face is looking all sorts of puzzled. Good thing I was at the bar because I really needed a drink. I, of course, didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but two and two were piecing together all on their own. He comes and speaks… “Hey.” “Hey? Who is that?” “I told you I was bringing someone.” “Yeah, but I didn’t think it was a woman.” “What’s the difference?” “None I guess.” So while engaged in this exchange Sandra walks up and introduces herself. As if I really cared to meet this bitch. Yeah…I was burning red. He brought this chick up in my space. I was there first…he dragged his timbs getting there. I laid claim in my head. She then preceded to tell me how great Kevin is and that he’s such a sweetheart. Gee thanks. That was the last thing I was thinking about him at the time. But oh they were colorful words. Vodka and cranberry…less on the cranberry. It came right on time because this bitch was drowning this nigga with compliments. I needed to drown her ass out. Then she spoke words that I still remember as if I just got off the phone with her ass… “Baby? Can you see if they have pineapple juice, please? Thank you baby.” She said what?!?! Really??? And, of course, he says okay. Oh shit that was my cue. My stomach sank. My legs felt like lead…but I was heaving them to the door. I had to leave. Head spinning and throat gulped for a tearful cry home. I felt so embarrassed. How could he? I remember flooding his phone with text messages the next day. He didn’t understand how “crass” it was for him to ambush me with her. Of course this would not be my last encounter with Sandra. Oh the webs we weave.

(to be continued)