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Breeze, Dior, Brian and C had been spending a lot of time together and Breeze had finally admitted that she was actually feeling C. He was quiet, but he was cute and he knew how to make her laugh. Plus, he listened to her and made her think about her future. She wasn’t going to keep in touch with him when he went back home to Colorado, but she’d have fun with him while he was in Chicago.
“You and Brian make it official yet?” Breeze asked as she and Dior sat on the porch.
“Not really.”
“Not really? Ya’ll need to cut the shit and just say ya’ll together. Ya’ll talkin’ on the phone all hours of the night and spendin’ every minute together, makin’ me sick.” Breeze joked.
“Whatever,” Dior said as she slapped her friend’s bare thigh.
“I’m just sayin’. He a square ass nigga, but ya’ll good together.”
“So you sayin’ I’m a lame?” Dior asked.
“Naw, I don’t fuck wit’ lames, but you could get a nigga wit’ more swag than that.”
“Like Primo?” Dior asked as she rolled her eyes.
“Yes! Now that nigga is swagged out!”
“Yeah, but I ain’t tryin’ to get serious wit’ nobody like that. He gon’ end up in jail or killed by some nigga wantin’ what he got,” Dior said seriously.
“We all gon’ die,” Breeze said. “At least he’ll die paid,” she added.
“So, that’s all you want in a man? Money and swag?” Dior asked.
“What else is there? I’m not dumb enough to think that a nigga is about to be faithful to me when its hoes out here throwing pussy around like a Frisbee. All I need is a nigga to look good, keep me lookin’ good and break my back from time to time.” Breeze shrugged.
“You ain’t even fuckin’ yet, are you?” Dior asked suspiciously.
“No, but I know that when I am I want a nigga that know what he doin’.”
“What about a family? What about a man that comes home every night, listens to you and tries to help you relax when you’re stressed?” Dior asked, thinking of Brian.
He was so attentive and they talked about everything from marriage to movies to retirement. When he finished college he wanted to get married and have a family of his own, just like Dior did.
“All that is fairy-tale, white people, movie shit. I don’t want no kids, Nya is enough. Plus, ain’t no nigga leavin’ me high and dry when he find a younger bitch he wanna be wit’ or get locked up.”
“You crazy,” Dior said as she shook her head.
“You crazy. How many women you know happily married to a good man?” Breeze asked.
“Personally, not many,” Dior admitted.
“Exactly. I’m just bein’ real wit’ myself.”
Dior knew that finding a good, black man might not be easy, but she also knew that it wasn’t impossible either. She was hopeful that once Breeze met a good man he outlook on men and love would change.