We met at a poetry reading. He got up and said two rhymes and then I got up and did mine about the cookie.
“Are dark chocolate cookies the only kinds of cookies you like,” he asked.
“Nope. I like cookies with big, sexy lips too.”
“Word? Let me holler at you then.”
We just started hanging out after that. Initially I had to defend our relationship to other girls who didn’t seem too happy about us being together. I could see and hear them talking about us everywhere we went. The envy was in their eyes and I knew it was only a matter of time before one of them decided to test me. I loved hanging with him and just feeling his presence. I wasn’t going to let anyone – male or female – get in the way of that.
We were around his friends a lot. They all seemed to take a unique interest in the relationship budding between us. They weren’t negative about it; they simply always wanted to be everywhere we were. Maybe it was a matter of just hanging around him all the time. I couldn’t really tell. When some chumps at a burger stand tried to give him static, his boys jumped in real quick and squashed that shit.
He had a fantastic house. There were so many rooms and so many things to be entertained by. I felt like I was at the adult version of Chuck E. Cheese. Games and entertainment were around every corner. The only problem was, his friends were always there.
When it came time for us to be alone, he put his arms around me and I buried my face in his neck. Those lips! They were all over me all the time. I couldn’t resist him and gave in to him every single time he asked. We decided to get a room at a hotel and we were snuggling into the bed together. He was trying to ask me something, but I couldn’t hear him because of some annoying beeping noise that was going on in the room.
It was the alarm clock.
I think I’m in love with Shawn Cory Carter, otherwise known as Jay Z. I had a dream about him last night.
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