If you are looking for straight sex right away please step away from the story. There will be a follow up to this story so please don't hate me too much at the end.
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I sat quietly at the table. My very last single friend was getting married and now I was the only single one, the very last one, the spinster.
They were all giving me the look, and I knew if one more person asked if I was next I was going to fucking snap. Mel, my best friend, was absolutely beautiful walking down the aisle. I wanted a man to look at me the way Danny looked at her as she came floating towards him. I wanted the whole damn package and I refused to settle.
I went to the bathroom to check my makeup and hair to make sure I still looked the part of the beautiful maid of honor. While I was using the facilities I could hear a few women come in.
My blood starting boiling when I heard one of them say, "Did you see how pitiful she looks here alone? I think she is the only friend in the wedding who isn't married. I swear if Monique keeps going the way she's going she will be alone forever."
I couldn't believe it; it was like a scene out of a fucking movie. I couldn't believe women still talked trash in the bathroom. Being a woman filled with charm and crazy southern fire I had to let them know how I felt about their comments. I flushed the toilet, and then walked - no fuck walking- I swaggered out of the stall and pushed them out of my way so I could wash my hands.
As I checked my make-up, I looked at them in the mirror and said, "I'm 24 fucking years old. I'm single because I am just starting a career; and unlike you I'm not trying to fuck every guy I come across to get someone to take care of me. I may be alone, but I guarantee when I do get married it will last a whole lot longer than your 20 minute marriage."
Then I strolled out of the bathroom without looking back. I went back into the reception wearing a smile for my friend, but sadness in my gut.
Two years later...
"Mojo I want you to come to dinner at the house. You hardly ever come by anymore and your god daughter wants to see you. She's always asking for her Mojo."
I sat back laughing as Mel called me by my childhood name she'd given me. My name is Monique Jones so cleverly she took the first two letters from my first and last name to come up with Mojo. Now her little two year old monster was running around yelling Mojo and I found I couldn't love her more.
"Fine, I will be at your house at 6 pm on the dot for dinner, but please no set ups this time. The last guy kept looking at my braces as if I was some kind of freak. Adults get braces too, damn!"
We disconnected the call before I realized she hadn't actually agreed there wouldn't be anyone there for her to set me up with. I knew how she could be, but I made up my mind, I was going to see my little squirt, eat dinner and then leave.
I rang the doorbell a little after 6 and I heard little feet running towards the door and a small voice saying, "Mama, can't reach, hurry." As soon as the door was open a little blur jumped out and flew into my arms. I felt little arms wrap around my neck and start to squeeze.
She was closer to four years old and speaking very well, but there were some things her little vocabulary didn't quite get out.
"Mojo where you been? I learned to count, wanna hear?"
Before I could say yes or no I heard, "One, two, free, foah, fi." She gave the biggest smile I'd ever seen and I was in love all over again.
"Honey don't you mean three?"
"That's what I said mama, free."
I smiled at her and carried little Joanna inside. She chatted along like so many little ones do and I didn't hear half of what she said, but I did catch "Unk James was there and she loved to ride his back."
We walked into the dinning room and suddenly I wished I'd changed clothes after work. I spend a lot of time crawling around floors fixing computers and printers and I'd come right over after work. I'd only had time to clean the dirt off my face and wash my hands. The one time I didn't look halfway decent there is a hot guy sitting at the table talking to Mel's husband Danny.
I could see how much the two looked alike. Both were taller than my 5'5" height and with nearly identical chiseled features. Dan had sandy blond hair with sky blue eyes. He had that all American football player look, except his muscle tone was more like a swimmers. The person he was talking to had black hair and the same blue eyes. He was too beautiful to be single, so I just walked in and gave Dan my usual greeting and sat down.
I was introduced to James and little Joanna leaped out of my arms and ran to his. I was about to say something when this blond bombshell walked in and walked over to James to give him a kiss and sat down. It was just as I thought. He was engaged to be married when his fiancé caught sight of me her smile dropped. I felt like a leper or something. I got through dinner that night and escaped quickly saying I had to work early the next day. I gave my little Jojo a hug and kiss and she happily slobbered down my cheek in her little girl kisses.
When I got home I took a shower and stood in front of the mirror naked. I hadn't had a date since I got the damn braces. They made me look more like 16 instead of 26. For the first time in my life my skin was a smooth brown color and I was no longer fighting the battle with acne. My hair was mine, and it ended right between my shoulder blades. People always commented on my eyes, asking if my lashes were real and if my eyes really were black, until they got close and saw the dark brown hue. I was a little curvy. My breasts were small, but they were perky; my waist was small even though I had a small pouch to my belly, and my hips flared out just to add a little more weight to my butt. I wasn't perfect but I wasn't a monster either.
I thought about the story my great grandmother told me when I was younger. She was full bloodied Muskogee and said with great pride,
"Our people come from wolves, one day you will meet the mate of your heart and his love will burn for you brightly. You will want mark him as your own and he will want to mark you too. This is the way it has always been. Your mate will find you when it is time."
I lay in bed alone thinking of what she said and hating this time of night; the time when the loneliness crept in and took over. The time when I didn't want to dream about someone lying next to me because in the end it would make me feel lonelier. Some days I wanted to cry at my inability to meet someone, but in the end I would just switch my thoughts to my side projects.
I was a part time florist when I had time. Usually I would do events for my friends and I also worked more around the holidays. It was one of my passions. In one job I held a screwdriver and in the other cutting shears. I was a complex woman, a woman men didn't want to get to know. I wasn't needy enough; I made my own money, had my own place, and drove my own car. My reoccurring thought was men want an independent woman until they meet one...
I went to bed dreaming of him again. A similar, if not the same dream, for the past 6 months. I was walking down the aisle, only this time I was the bride and all eyes were on me. I felt someone staring at me and it made me get chills all over, but it was the excited chills. I looked up to see him, but I couldn't make out his face. I only knew he was tall, muscular and white. That shocked me because I'd never dated a white guy before. It was just a dream anyways, it didn't really matter.
I woke up the next morning and because it was Saturday I got ready to go out to the flower shop. I combed my hair down and took the time to curl it a little and put on a little lipstick. I dressed in a pair of fitted jeans and a top to show off what little curves I had. I put on some slip on heels and went out the door coffee in hand.
