Terrence T. Ellery

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P.K. There I stood in the kitchen, my refrigerator wide open, staring at nothing enticing. I yell towards the bedroom to my girlfriend, “Baby you want to order some Chinese?” She replied, “Are you sure?” You see, we rarely had dinner at home on a Friday, seeing that I would normally attend some type of after work set, where I would devour hot wings, chips and dips, and other appetizers before going to a party. Since my college days, I was always known to be a great dancer, and although I’m getting older, I still feel the need to share my gift of dancing with the public. Hakim, who happens to be my best friend, named me the “Party King” back in college. Man, I could dance with the best of them. So that’s the reason she asked the question. I quickly responded, “Yes”, and she then said, “I’ll go, since you’re already undressed.” I walked in the bedroom, handed her a twenty-dollar bill, and asked if she could grab a six-pack of Red Stripes on the way home. I laid across the bed as she grabbed her keys and headed out the door. Here I am ten minutes later thinking about this woman I want to marry. . I’m imagining the lifestyle that we would have. Reflecting back, over the years, at the many relationships and flings that I had. Thinking back to the days in the dorm room, when Hakim and I would nail chicks just for the sake of it. Between the both of us, we may have slept with an entire sorority. However, all of that is now irrelevant. I have found the woman I want to marry. We’ve been dating for the last six years, and I’m proud to say that I’ve been faithful for the latter two. Well, except for that little incident at my birthday party, but hell she was right there as well... So you can say that I have been a pretty decent boyfriend. I still can’t believe that me, the “Party King” is staying in on a Friday night. What can I say? I’m in love. Let me send her a text message to let her know I love her while I’m waiting. Thirty seconds after sending the text, I hear a familiar sound. It’s some crazy **** that she downloaded that yells my name when she receives text messages from my number, but why am I hearing it? Oh snap, she left her phone. Her phone. Her phone. Hmmm! Here I am contemplating on whether or not to pick up her phone. This is the woman I want to marry, surely I trust her. Hakim would always tell me not to trust this woman. He said he didn’t believe she was the marrying type. Should I get marriage advise from a guy that is single?