Yesterday I was talking to this girl on Tinder, and she seemed really cool. I knew up front that I didn’t like her in a “let’s go on a date” kind of way, just an “I’m lonely for a movie and ice cream” sort of way. I called Dana and told her that “Denyce” would be here when she got home and that I thought Dana would like her, too. I’d forgotten that it was Wednesday and Dana had church, so they actually didn’t get to meet… but there’s always another time. Denyce is very different from Dana and me. Black and Southern, although went to Ohio for grad school- has a Master’s in Art History and still deciding on whether to go for the PhD (student loan deferment, holla!)
We talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked. The best moment of my entire life was when she was on her way out and said, “even though you older…. I would still fuck wit choo.”
Thanks. I will make sure to put that on my resume.