The Morning After

Even though DIVAS stays open till 4am, after all the drama we left early. Paige and Reese dropped me off and I walked into my apartment at 3:30 am ready to wash my face and crawl into bed.

Just as I was turning down the covers, my phone began to ring. It was a number I didn’t recognize, so I ignored it. As I was drifting off to sleep it rang again, same number. I answered:
“Hey sexy, where are you?” said a deep voice on the other end.
“I think you have the wrong number” I replied groggily.
“Is this Celeste?”
“Yeah, who is this?”
“It’s Darren, from the club… what, you forgot about me already?”
“Um, no but its almost 4am!”
“Oh… I’m sorry baby, are you in bed?” He asked.
I sighed, “Yes. I’m in bed.”
“Mmmmm” he said, “Can I join you?”
“C’mon, I’m in my car and I just left the club, tell me where you live and I can be there in 20 minutes. Baby, by the way you dance I know you are a freak!”
At the club Darren had asked questions about what I wanted out of life and complimented me on having goals and aspirations. We even talked about grabbing dinner sometime, and now I was just a “freak”? It was like he had turned into a pumpkin once the clock struck 4:00am.
“Mmmm baby, just tell me where you live so I can come over there and–“
I hung up the phone.

12 thoughts on “The Morning After”

  1. UGH I don't understand how men think that just because you're a curvy girl and can dance that that implies that you are somehow a slut or desperate! Once a man said to me "You know most of the guys n here can handle a woman like you…" Really man?

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