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The Meet of Two;A Short Story

Updated on August 30, 2014

“You see no amount is enough unless you are willing to choose new friends or lifestyle. I know celebrities that were my clients that are broke. Mainly, they couldn’t live within their means. You know unhealthy competition. So yes I shop at Wal-Mart…work a part-time job and full-time job.”

Life is great but incredible with two

The Meet of Two

Life is full of power. Its power is like blisters. The longer you are in my shoes the longer it hurts. I remember thinking to myself, what is wrong with me. I am fine, tall, hardworking and strong. But every man I have ever loved only wanted sex or money. Maybe it’s just a stereotype, but men are shallow. Well, Paul did invite me to this dinner. Let me see how it goes. Today might just be my lucky day.

Isaac is a tall, fine and hardworking gentleman. He loves women but the women he dates are usually pump wearing, funny walking types. Now how does Isaac expect to meet someone with three kids, two different baby mamas?

“Hey… my man,” Paul greeted Isaac, as he welcomed him to his home warming.

“Hey bra…,” Isaac responded grinning.

This brother was looking fly today. He had on a grey Ralph Lauren suit, some shoes probably by Ellen Tracy and smelled oh so good.

“Are there any decent bunnies here tonight,” Isaac interrogated Paul.

“Wait hold up bra….,” Paul walked towards a tall, thin, fair brown skinned, long haired, stylish sister.

“Hey Paul, congrats…” Sharon greeted as she extended her arms to give Paul a hug.

“Hey Sister Sharon, how are you?” Paul greeted.

“I’m great….great place….wow…so cozy,” she giggled.

“Sharon come with me,” Paul walked her to the other room…, “so how are the kids?”

I sighed, “Great…same old thing…my baby daddy still isn’t trying to pay child support. Really weighing me down…you know?”

You see, Paul had been a member of my church for six years. He is a fine young man, but he’s taken. It is just my luck. I laugh a lot, I giggle even more, I cook, I clean, and I go to church every Sunday. I’ve only slept with three men in my life. I work like any other single mother.

Paul walks me to his fancy studio room. There across the room was this, tall, fine, strong brother. “Isaac, this is Sharon…,” I giggled as Paul introduced me to the tall, fine man.

“Sharon, wow…sexy name…,” He smirked looking in my eyes.

I wanted to run. “Okay, I’ll leave you two,” Paul smiled as he bowed and walked away.

“Okay….so Isaac….you single, kids, married…what’s the deal,” I interrogated him as I wiggled my feet.

“Whoa, hold up lady…you fine but I don’t know you…” Isaac retarded

“Sorry,” I’m just nervous.

Isaac and I talked for hours; we discussed politics, news, kids, funny moments…etc. I liked that.

“So what do you do Sharon?” He asked me out of curiosity.

“You really want to know? You promise you won’t feel threatened?” I was a little unsure if I should tell him.

“Come on Sharon, I’m not the threatened type,” He smirked with his white teeth showing half way.

“Okay, Okay…I’m a lawyer.”

“Wow…well I’m a salesperson…yap…at …hmmm…,” He looked at his shoes, “Wal-Mart…”

“Wow…I go to Wal-Mart all the time…that’s my store.”

He interrupted me, “It is…but you make a lot of money?”

“I know…but based on social settings within my field…I’m in debt…plus I have two kids.”

“Wow…in debt???” He sounded shocked. No, he was shocked.

“You see no amount is enough unless you are willing to choose new friends or lifestyle. I know celebrities that were my clients that are broke. Mainly, they couldn’t live within their means. You know unhealthy competition. So yes I shop at Wal-Mart…work a part-time job and full-time job.”

“So why did you tell me…don’t you have some complex since I’m a stranger?” He sounded softer, almost touched.

“I need new friends…and lifestyle…and someone that’s cool…if you’re willing we can start from here.”

He took my hands and kissed them. I moaned but felt a little uncomfortable. I snatched my hands back. He laughed. We went out on a couple of dates. Two years later, here I am still working two jobs, no man and still in debt. Sharon Brown is a woman who has not learned to live according to her income. If she did, she would know that the meet of me, myself and I (confidence) with moderate spending leads to the meet of two (with love and sincere care).

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      Esther Glory 4 years ago from Germantown, Maryland

      Thank you so much for your gracious comment. My writing style is a reflection of my awkward nature lol and the I am humbled by your comment about the pics...I don't always feel beautiful but thank you and thank God

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      Esther Glory 4 years ago from Germantown, Maryland

      You are so right...its a little awkward...ill try to edit my writing better for next time

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      OMGirdle 4 years ago from United States

      You have a very unique writing style. I took a peek at your webpage and your photos are beautiful.

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      Julian Magdaleno 4 years ago from Queens, New York City

      Very direct style. The only thing I would suggest is this sentence: "If she did, she would know that the meet of me, me and me with moderate spending leads to the meet of two (with love and sincere care)." I honestly do not understand what you mean by "meet of me, me and me."