"So this is stupid as hell, you know that right," quipped Janelle, her best friend.
"No it isn't...I told you, something isn't right about him...he's really sexy and smooth and he's a player. Seems like he does this to women all the time. He's just too damn good at it all," said Lynne, glancing into the club, through the side window, behind the dumpster.
"No, it's not Leif you need to be worried about. It's your crazy ass. Why the hell do you have us hiding behind the dumpster so you can watch him do his show. Why don't you just go in there-" sighed Janelle.
"I told you why! Because I was stupid that's why!" exclaimed Lynne.
"I'm not understanding how you were stupid. He was into you, and the next thing I know, you tell me he's a casanova and you don't think you should see him," said Janelle.
"I....I....he is a casanova. He...we....we made out when he came back to my place,"
"Well good for you! What the hell's wrong with him being a little bit of a casanova. He's a young man and he thinks you're hot. I figured, you all would get a little...shall we say acquainted with him coming over..." said Janelle.
"He was too good at it!" whispered Lynne loudly.
"Now I've heard a lot of shit in my dating days, but that's the first I've heard of a woman not wanting to text a man back because he was too good when they got frisky on the couch. Really? What the hell is wrong with you sis-" said Janelle.
Janelle starting chuckling from deep in her belly.
"Why are you laughing at me?" said Lynne.
"Because....because sometimes I can tell you were raised in such a strict household. And...that you had a lousy first boyfriend. It's sad, but you are so sweet. And if you come clean with poor Leif, he will probably think you're still very sweet and adorable, and he'll be more than willing to help you learn about birds and bees," said Janelle.
Then she started laughing at Lynne again.
"Stop laughing at me...I...he made me do shit I've never done before. I....when I....when I came I blurted out I loved him! I told him I loved him! How stupid am I," said Lynne and she slapped her forehead with her palm.
"Damn. That boy must have really put it on you good. Well...sometimes screaming something like that is bad. But sometimes its okay. Depends on the dude. And how he feels about you. How did he act afterwards. That's what you've gotta gauge. Did he act scared? Did he hurry up and leave? Well the boy likes you if he keeps texting you everyday. How did he act when you screamed that you loved him? Nervous?" asked Janelle.
"Umm...no, not at all. He....he kissed my forehead. He likes doing that. It feels sweet. It makes me feel so special. Anyway, he kissed my forehead, and he....he told me he liked....what we'd done...and he liked me a lot. I told him I didn't...I'd never done that with a guy so soon before...and he told me he still thought I was a lady, and that kind of thing, and that he would talk to me tomorrow," said Lynne.
"Sounds to me then like you made a big deal out of nothing. A lot of people, when they are coming, they say all kinds of crazy things. As long as none of you says anything that makes the other uncomfortable, that's okay. You probably never felt anything like that before, and you were just loving the way he made you feel and that's why you blurted it out. I wouldn't worry about it. If he's acting like it's not a big deal, it's not a big deal. Probably made his ego feel good too. Got a beautiful black woman screaming that she loves him and shit...on his first time out with a black chick," chuckled Janelle naughtily.
Lynne looked mortified. Also, she was embarrassed because she hadn't screamed that I love you stuff out of lust. She loved Leif even though she wasn't quite sure about everything that love entailed, and she was embarrassed and sick that she'd revealed herself and she already knew he didn't feel that same way about her.
"Be quiet, I think he's on now,"
