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luckily, there was a gentleman in this circle who saw that I desperately needed a seat. Then again, it could’ve been this Michael Kors baby-doll dress I’m rocking because my body is making this thing look really tasty on me.
    “Here you go, Shorty. Take my seat,” he insisted.
    I smiled at him and told him thanks. And then right after I sat down, I noticed this tall, light-skinned chick from the corner of my eye, who was sitting like three chairs over to my right, gritting at me. I turned around to face her and gave her a nasty look like, Do you know me or something? But, I guess she couldn’t read between the lines because this hoe started gritting on me even harder.
    I asked her, “Do you know me from somewhere?”
    And this hoe got straight hood with me and said, “If I did, I would’ve spoken to you by now!”
    I laughed at her smart-ass comment and replied, “Well then why are you staring at me?”
    “Excuse me, honey, but I am not staring at you. I’m looking past you if you must know.”
    “Could’ve fooled me,” I replied sarcastically. I didn’t say it loudly. I remained a lady and said it in a calm manner. But it was loud enough for her red ass to hear me. I just couldn’t let her punk me down in front of all these niggas out here. I’m too fly for that type of shit. And even though I’m far from being scared to get at her ass, I wasn’t dressed appropriately for the occasion. Right now, I am in no mood to kick some hoe’s ass in this seven hundred-dollar dress. It’s just not going to happen.
    After I said what I had to say, I turned my body in a catty-corner position, crossed my legs and looked in the other direction. Good thing that I didn’t have to sit with her for long because not even five minutes later, her little Dodge Neon was ready for her to drive off in, which was like the best thing that could’ve happened.
    The guy who gave me his chair took her seat without question. But, he did have a question for me after we both witnessed her drive off the lot.
    “Yo, Shorty, you a’ight?”
    “No doubt!” I replied with confidence.
    “Well for a minute there, I thought you and home girl was going to get busy.”
    Now before I responded to this cat’s comment, I smiled at him once again, simultaneously picking what little lint balls I noticed I had on my dress and told him, “Trust me, baby. She wasn’t ready for me. That’s why our little chat ended quickly.”
    “Well, I’m glad it did. Because you’re looking too good right now to be out here scrapping like cats.”
    “Thanks,” I replied and then I giggled. I’m assuming that was an invitation for him to continue on conversing with me because he didn’t hesitate to ask me if I had a man. I told him no. And that’s when he asked me, “Well, who gave you that gigantic glacier on your finger?”
    “Oh, this ain’t nothing,” I began saying, “My husband gave me this when we got married.”
    “But I thought you just said you didn’t have a man?”
    “I don’t. Me and my husband aren’t together anymore.”
    “So, what, y’all divorced?”
    “We’re in the process of making that happen.”
    “Damn! I know homeboy ain’t too happy ’bout that.”
    “Well, to be honest, I don’t know how he’s feeling because we ain’t been together for almost three months now. And we don’t talk.”
    “So, what do you do when you’re all alone?”
    “I read a lot of books. And when I get sick of that, I’ll take myself shopping.”
    “Where you like shopping at?”
    “Wait a minute! You sho’ asking me a whole lot of questions and I don’t even know your name.” I made a casual observation.
    He raised his eyebrows like he was caught off guard and said, “Damn, I’m sorry. My name is Tyree.”
    “Hi, Tyree. I’m Kira,” I told him as I extended my hand to shake his.
    “Damn! Your hand is soft as hell.”
    “Thanks,” I replied and then I pulled my hand back out of his.
    “Do you think I’ll be able to