My Best Friend and My Man by Cydney Rax Read Free Book Online

keep ’em on lock?”
    He thinks for a second. “Well, some men will just never be satisfied with one person. Plus, every woman is different. Woman number one might be a good listener, is sweet, brings no drama, and can hold her own during a sexual Olympics marathon. Woman number two is fiery, unpredictable, and stays on a man’s dick. She won’t let him get away with BS, and sometimes a real man needs that.”
    “Okay,” Vee remarks, nodding slowly.
    “Another thing,” Mike continues. “Most men don’t like a woman who lets him walk all over her if he’s in the wrong. He respects his lady more if she doesn’t let him get away with dumb stuff and calls him to the carpet.”
    “Pssh, I knew that,” I brag. Vee rolls her eyes.
    “Okay, Ms. Darcey,” Mike says. “Since your girl claims she knows it all, what’s
your
question about men?”
    “Ooo, Mike, where do I begin? For starters, I want to know why some men will tell you they like you, ask you out, say all the right things, but then they break dates at the last minute, or always have some excuse about why they didn’t show up.”
    “Now some men are real good at follow-up,” Mike responds. “If they say they’re going to pick you up at seven, you can set your watch to them because they’re gonna be five minutes early. But another guy may always be goofing off and running late; that’s ’cause he’s unorganized, self-absorbed, or, to be blunt, he might not be that into you.”
    “Okay, fine,” Vee says, exasperated. “If you’re not into me, just tell me. Why ask me out on a date if you aren’t honestly feeling me?”
    “He’s either the sensitive type of guy who doesn’t want to outright stomp on your feelings by telling you the truth, or he just might be keeping you on lock,” Mike tells Veron. “Some men just like to shuffle three or four women at all times, keeping them within his rotation. He’ll call you once in a blue moon so you won’t forget about him. He knows he can wrap his little fingers around your heart, but it doesn’t mean the man wants to hook up every weekend. It’s just that if he reminds you he exists now and then, when he’s horny and ready to tap that ass, you’ll be there for him, no problem, because he’s put himself on your mind. It’s like he’s checking in on his investment.”
    “I can’t stand playing games like that!” Veron shakes her head. “Why is it so hard for a man to just be real with me?”
    “See,” Mike says, “what you don’t understand is there are women who don’t mind if they’re in the rotation. Hell, she’s got her own little rotation going herself, so if she gets to see her boo once every two weeks, it’s no skin off her back, because she wants to hook up with boo number two or three when her number one ain’t available. Women run game, too. Y’all better at it than men.”
    I toss back my head and laugh at Mike’s accuracy.
    “See what I’m saying. This dime here,” Mike says gesturing at me, “she can have any man in Bennigan’s that she wants. White, black, Baptist, or bisexual.” He grins. “Demetria plays the game well and—”
    “That’s good for her, but I don’t want to have to play games; didn’t you hear me?” Veron looks annoyed.
    “And exactly how many men call you on a Saturday night?” I ask her, equally annoyed.
    Vee hesitates. “I don’t accept last-minute dates,” she says.
    “See what I’m talking about?” I tell Mike. “Anyway, Vee, you’re lying because you did it for rusty-ass Ferris. What was that?” I ask. I’m getting angry now, because if she really thinks about it, regardless of the dead mama excuse, some of this is Vee’s own fault. If she doesn’t play games, she should’ve told corny Ferris hell-to-the-fucking no from the start.
    “Look, that was different,” she explains. “I hadn’t heard from Ferris in a while.”
    “Lame excuses, Vee.”
    “I had no other offers on the table,” she continues.
    “Then