It never happened for us and it mostly likely never will. #SorrynotSorry.
If you have a best friend and they introduce you to their other friend you automatically are on the defense. You speculate on their inside jokes. Do they sleepover at each other houses? Do they watch the Golden Girls together? It’s a horrible and appalling feeling to know that YOUR bff is “bff-ing” with someone else.
In my hood there is Big Daddy’s BBQ, My Home – a recovery center, Little Grocery the corner store, Clean Cuts barbershop, a tattoo parlor and an authentic African Art store with traditional hand-carved and painted sculptures. They are all operated and owned by Black/African people.
As I reflect on all the precious, non-refundable time spent with this person it’s schizo how I didn’t trust myself to end it. You see, I was already in cahoots with another gentleman caller but decided that since my dance card wasn’t exactly full, why not? At that time I had already mastered the Waltz and something about that other guy told me that he sure knew how to Cha-Cha. We were terrible dance partners but figured at some point we would nail the routine. Ironic how all I look forward to now where he is concerned is securing the last nail in his coffin; the only dance we will ever again jive to is “Russian Roulette”.