When Your Answering Machine Betrays You – Checkmate
This is for all you ladies out there that still think you can outshine, outpace and out prank every other man. Seriously, do you really think men are that stupid? Case in point, my girl Keesha who believed she was a cut above everyone else until drama broke loose in Brooklyn.
Keesha has been dating a very up-and-coming entrepreneur, who has given her all the trappings of a good life – a rent-free brownstone in Park Slope, fancy vacations, spa treatments and seemingly limitless shopping sprees. Her boyfriend, Kevin, constantly buys Keesha expensive toys and treats, the sort that would make you and me, jealous beyond grief. Case in point, a helicopter ride over Manhattan and a lavish dinner at a swank restaurant – say no more. Keesha, knowing full well that she was in it for the spin, led Kevin on until one evening a few weeks ago. Here goes…
Kevin, eager to do something special for Keesha on her birthday decided to come home early from work. He had everything set up: fresh flowers, champagne on ice, Italian from Keesha’s favorite restaurant, soft music etc. Just as Kevin darted into the shower, the phone rang, and he did not pick up. In comes Keesha from work, surprised and fully pumped seeing what her man had planned for the evening. And so they had some champagne, dined heartily and made sweet memories. Kevin tells her how much he loves her and how much he hopes they would one day share their lives together “forever”…code for I’m seriously thinking of marrying you. The night was simply magical. As they were turning in for the night, Keesha noticed the blinking light on the answering machine and pressed play – the kiss of death.
Alas! It was too late. Malcolm, in a rich baritone voice, spewed his undying love for Keesha, as Kevin in disbelief, morphed into a withered flower. Keesha had been secretly seeing Malcom for a few weeks. Within moments of reality sinking in, all hell broke loose. A massive fight ensued, accusations flew back and forth and next thing you know, Keesha was on the curb side, cold. Its 12:36 a.m. – Checkmate.
At about 1:30 that morning, I wake up to the raging sound of my intercom, it’s my doorman and then it’s Keesha. Moments later, I scuttle downstairs to a sobbing Keesha, with no coat on, on a cold night. She is a hot mess and a whole lot of it too. After paying her cab fare and ushering her into my apartment on the Upper West side, I sat quietly and listened to her recant her side of the story. I wasn’t quite sure whether to feel sorry for her or to scold her. Truthfully, all I really wanted to say was “I told you so”, it took every ounce of self-control to hold my tongue back! Either way, it wouldn’t have mattered; Kevin had tossed her out and that wasn’t about to change. I’d been telling Keesha that her “smart” ways would catch up with her. Little did I know that I would get dragged into this fiasco on a cold winter night.
It’s been almost three weeks since the infamous “play button” was pressed. Still, Kevin is showing no signs of taking Keesha back. What advice do you have for Keesha? Should Kevin take her back? Send me your thoughts or drop a comment in my mailbox.Until next time… Xoxo Flow Eezy, Flow with love [divider] Single in the City is a weekly feature exploring the random musings and weekly escapades of a single black girl in the city. Call me Flow Eezy, an eternal hopeful, a perpetual believer that maybe, just maybe, I could meet that guy: Smart, funny, articulate and principled. I wonder if I am a member of a dying breed, in this age of the booty call. As we meander through these post-recessionary times, one thing is clear; dating in New York is hard. And harder when you have values, never mind morals. But I am holding out! I’m not perfect, far from it… [divider] [fancy_link link=”http://www.munaluchibridal.com/category/single-in-the-city/” variation=”teal” target=”blank”]Previous “Single in the City” posts…[/fancy_link] [divider]