A Love Story All Its Own Part Five

To be honest, I only heard half of what he was talking about because my inner sex started to get moist, and I couldn't sit still for long, so I excused myself from the table and went to the ladies' room. As I sit in the ladies' room, I hear two women talking about M. P. C. They were talking about him in ways that I didn't even know were possible when it came to men and women. I mean, these ladies were talking like that had fucked him a time or two, and this started to piss me off because if M. P. C did have sex with these ladies, I already knew that I was way out of my ledge. At this point, I am just going to play him close and be as open and honest about myself and my intentions with him, and I just hope he feels the same way.

When I came back from the ladies' room and sat back down at the table, M. P. C asked, "are you okay because you look like something is wrong. You know that we can talk about everything; besides, we have been friends for a way too long for you to start shutting down on me now." By this point, I was utterly speechless because he is way too observant, which doesn't mean that it is a bad thing; it is just that I am not used to anyone paying attention to detail like this when it comes to me. Most of the time, I have learned that the average man is usually interested in me because they think that I am accessible and they assume that they are going to get the cookies from me, but they are wrong, and I have never been the type of woman that sleeps around with others just to have something to do. I am looking for a man loyal, trusting, honest, and committed to our relationship. I can't afford to be allowing these men to just say whatever the hell they want to say to me and then do me dirty and think that I am going to stick around for their bull shit.

I look at M. P. C and ask, "what is it that you want from me? What are your intentions with me? Can you seriously see yourself building a future with me? I mean to be perfectly honest with you, I don't even know why in the world you are having dinner with me right now because of the way that ladies' were talking about you in the restroom. I figured that you just like to fuck other women for the sport of it, not for anything meaningful or serious." I said.

M. P. C just looked at me with a broad smile on his face, and at first, he didn't say anything for a while, and this made me scared as hell because I thought that I had said something wrong I knew that I didn't because of the way he was looking at me. "Phoenix, how long is it going to take you to realize that I am in love with you?" M. P. C said.

"Okay, that does it; I said you don't know that much about me outside of the things that I have already shared with you about my hurtful past, and that doesn't tell me that much, honestly; at the same time, I also know that I am comfortable whenever I am around you. How in the world could you be in love with a weak woman like myself, and on top of all this, you are more sexually experienced than I am. I have heard all the stories men tend to have about women being a bad lay, and I know what I bring to the table. If I needed guidance in the bedroom, would you be willing to show me what you like?"