I Can’t Fake The Funk….

I knew I wasn’t excited about my date on Saturday when I grabbed flats instead of heels.

Franklin had been calling and texting for the past week, (as he tends to do two or three times a year). I had been ignoring his calls answering his texts with vague answers like “maybe” and “I don’t know” thinking he would get the hint, but he was persistent and somehow I agreed to meet him for a movie in Times Square.

I met Franklin online three years ago. On paper we should be a match but… we’re just not. He’s very nice, I’m just not interested in him for a myriad of reasons like 1.) He talks about money 99% of the time and 2.) I’m not attracted to him.

Normally, I would blow Franklin off with a simple, “I’m busy” but Franklin caught me in a moment of weakness on Saturday. I had spent the day cleaning my apartment and letting the reality that Adrian was probably not going to resurface sink in. When Franklin called I convinced myself that attention from a man, any man, was better than no attention at all. So, I grabbed a chunky sweater, threw on some pearls and shoved my feet into a pair of flats.

The minute I walked into the movie theater, I knew it was a mistake. Franklin stood waiting for me with two tickets in hand and I was already annoyed. “CeCe, hey!” he wore a green polyester shirt with white swirls, brown pants and brown shoes with no socks. We were a little early for the movie, so while we sat in the dark theater he caught me up on things, “So, I have a new client and the guy who referred me to them said they could afford to pay double, so I marked up my fees and now I’m making so much money!”

I nodded, smiled and waited for the lights to go down, so I wouldn’t have to hear about how much money he was making. While the previews played I began to chastise myself CeCe, you’ve never been able to fake the funk, why are you trying now?!

I have never been able to date someone I wasn’t truly interested in, that’s why a second or third date is such a big deal for me. If I wanted a man in my life I could have one, there are plenty of interested parties, but I have to feel something in order to date someone.

I can’t fake the funk.

Hanging out with Franklin helped me realize that I’d rather be at home scrubbing my bathtub than out with a guy I have no interested in.

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10 thoughts on “I Can’t Fake The Funk….”

  1. Poor Franklin! I wonder if he thinks that talking about the money is something that you are interested in…have you ever told him otherwise? Probably, wouldn't matter if there are no sparks to begin with but he would be a better "fallback guy" if he moved on to another topic.

  2. My heart aches for Franklin. I feel like I want to sit him down and let him know that he doesn't need a lot of money to convince someone to be interested in him. He's making it so much worse for himself.

  3. What i don’t understood is in fact how you’re now not actually a lot more well-preferred than you may be now. You’re very intelligent. You realize thus significantly on the subject of this subject, produced me for my part believe it from numerous varied angles. Its like women and men don’t seem to be interested except it is something to do with Woman gaga! Your own stuffs great. Always handle it up!

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