Page 16 of His Strings Make Her Legs Sing
“Alright, Mama. I’m going to chill,” I said. “But, for real, I really like her. I know we kind of did things backwards, like y’all.” I mumbled the last part.
Smack!“What I tell you, little boy?” Her hand was quick as fuck.
My father laughed at my expense. All I could do was rub the back of my head. “All I’m saying is that I know to tread lightly because of the complexity around her involvement with Callira.”
I understood that now that Sundae was directly involved with my daughter, I needed to handle this dating situation with a sense of sensitivity. I had no plans to hurt her. I just prayed that we were compatible on a deeper level than sex and music.
We talked for a little longer before I went into the den to watch the movie with my baby girl. When she watched her movies, she had her spot where she sat and wanted to be left alone for the most part. She was not a talk during the movie kind of girl. I took the time to text Sundae.
Me: Hey, beautiful. I can’t wait to spend time with you tomorrow. Ready to get to know you.
Sundae: I can’t wait either. Is there a vibe I should go for as far as dressing? I don’t want to be out of place.
I figured out where I wanted to take her yesterday. I had a little help from Wynsdae via Marco, which helped. The restaurant wasn’t upscale, but it wasn’t overly casual either.
Me: You can do jazzy casual. Is that a thing?
Sundae: lol I understand what you are trying to say. Let me know when you are about to leave your house tomorrow and I will send you my address.
Me: Damn, you not going to give it to me until I’m leaving the house? What if I wanted to send flowers to the house before the date?
Sundae: You can send them after the date. I’d rather know that you’re really coming than give you my address now and you stand me up.
My first thought waswho hurt you. I wouldn’t equate her practice to safety because if she was truly trying to be safe, she wouldn’t have given me her address at all. She would have requested where we were going and met me there. I would let her have it though.
Me: You definitely don’t have to worry about me standing you up. Our reservation is at 7 so I’ll be there by 6:30. Cool?
Sundae: That works. You have a good night. See you tomorrow.
Date Night. . .
“Why am I so nervous?” I asked myself out loud. “You’ve been on so many dates. This is just another one.”
I sent my address to Citrell ten minutes ago, and now all of my nerves settled in. A part of me wanted him to cancel just to have a way out, but another part didn’t. It was like, I was scared that he would end up being a fuck boy, and in the same breath,I was scared that he would be a good man. That was absolutely wild. How could both options scare me?
“I don’t know why you’re nervous either. It’s not like your ass hasn’t shown him your ass . . . literally. Calm the hell down.” Wynsdae’s voice scared me. Her ass was like a light-footed ninja.
I spun around on my vanity seat to face her. “Shut up. Fucking someone and getting to know them is different. He’s on his way here now.” I stood up. “Do you think what I have on is fine?”
“Girl, yes! You look cute as fuck,” my sister said with her beautiful smile on display. “I see you plan to get some dick at the end of the night.”
My mouth dropped. “What! No, that is not true.”
“Sundae Whekli Jacobs, I have never and I do mean never seen you wear a skirt on a date. Showing legs?” Her hand went to her hip after it stuck out. “As nervous as you are, you have a level of comfort with Citrell. Just go with the flow and get that dick later tonight.”
I glanced down at the hot pink pencil skirt that I wore. I paired it with a black statement tee shirt that saidI’m herin hot pink letters, and a dark denim crop jacket. My heels were hot pink and black, my favorite colors together.
I ignored her comment about the dick. I turned to my babies’ tower. “Feisty ladies, how do I look?”
They lifted their heads to look at me. They knew when I said feisty ladies that I was referring to them. Both of them gave me a meow. In my head that was their approval.
I did a curtsy. “Thank you, my ladies.” I loved my babies. My daddy got them for me three years ago when I dealt with a very difficult time in my life. He wanted me to have someone that was all my own to love and take care of. My mother didn’t know exactly what I was going through, but she knew it was something.
“So, they get a whole curtsy.” Wynsdae rolled her eyes. “Stink ass cats. I’m gonna bring Ceasar over here to have fun with their asses one day.” She knew that there was nothing stink about my babies, but that was her go to insult.
I laughed because she acted like they were scared of her big ass dog. Her dog didn’t bother them either. “That’s fine. It’s been a while since my ladies got to ride his back.”
When Wynsdae flipped me off, I burst into laughter. My laughter stopped at the sound of the doorbell. My feisty ladies were the first to move out of the room. They were as nosy as they came. Wynsdae was the next to leave. I gave myself one last look in my full body mirror before I grabbed my clutch bag and strutted out of my bedroom.
