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saying, isn’t it?”
    She continued, “Once the love hormone starts circulating, you instantly become stupid. Is that correct, Dr. Blue?”
    “You make me so sick.”
    “I’m just saying, this is shit you’ve told me. I’m only regurgitating it.”
    “Well, pick on somebody else. I just need a girlfriend to talk to right now.”
    She laughed. “A’ight, I’m listening. So you like this guy?”
    “Yeah, I feel like he’s a great guy.”
    “OK, give him thirty days.”
    Shocked by her words, I said, “You think?”
    “No, I don’t think, but that sounds like what you want me to say.”
    “I’m really not looking for you to say anything. I just want you to listen. You understand?”
    “Yeah.”
    As I put my groceries away, I told Aaliyah about the many things Cam and I had in common. How we’d talked for hours when we
     went to Copeland’s and how I connected with Cam in a way that I hadn’t with other guys. I’d met many successful men on my
     journey but there was always something missing. People come in my office all the time wondering if connection is something
     superficial people are looking for in love. My response is that in any relationship, the initial interaction is one of the
     most important moments. There are many other things to factor in, but if your mind is right, you won’t bond with the wrong
     people. I was caught in a war between my feelings and my ego. Could it be possible that my mind wasn’t right if Cam was wrong?
    Aaliyah listened and resisted offering advice. I appreciated it. After we got off the phone, I did a yoga DVD, hoping to calm
     my spirit. I reflected and prayed and forgave myself. After I showered, I hopped into bed and within minutes I drifted off
     to sleep.
      
    As I prepared to go into the office, I got a call from Cam. I assumed my prayer had been answered because my heart beat at
     a normal pace when I answered. He said, “Good morning, Ms. Blue.”
    “Good morning, Cam.”
    “Got some good news. The listing agent got the contract and already spoke with the seller.”
    “OK, and…”
    “Here’s the bad news.”
    “What?”
    “They want you to settle by the end of this month.”
    I looked at the calendar. The end the month was in ten short days. I huffed, “Is that even possible?”
    “Yeah, if we finalize the contract this morning, I can speak with your loan officer. He’s my man and I’m sure he can have
     an appraiser there tomorrow and an inspector out in a couple of days. I’ll need to speak with the settlement company to see
     if they can fit you in, but I don’t think it will be a problem. The condo association handles your property insurance.”
    “I don’t have a problem settling by the end of the month but I’m not sure I can move in right away. I’m so not spontaneous
     like that.”
    “Is that right?”
    His question seemed more like a statement and I wondered if he was thinking about my sexual spontaneity. It’s hard to get
     past having sex on the first night with most men. They don’t get the fact that they were just special. Instead, they think
     you must do this all the time. I see this often with couples: they have sex on the first night and the man always has a question
     in the back of his mind. I hoped Cameron didn’t see me that way, but it was too late to fix it.
    He continued, “Your first mortgage payment wouldn’t be due until the first of the following month, so you have a little time.”
    “OK,” I said hesitantly.
    He asked, “Are you comfortable with settling this month? If not, we’ll push it back. But if we do that, keep in mind that
     it’s possible they may not accept the price then. You never know.”
    “I feel you. OK, the end of the month works.”
    “He’s faxing me a copy with the amendment. I will fax it to you to get your John Hancock. The settlement date is April twenty-eighth.
     You’re cool with that, right?”
    “Yes.”
    I was really happy the seller had accepted the contract,