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that other stuff females thought they needed. Hopefully, Tameka would pick up whatever she had come for and keep it moving.
    We dated for a hot second. Tameka wanted a commitment and I didn’t. Hell, I wasn’t offering that to nobody. Commitment was just one thing I wasn’t having. Love either, for that matter. The last time I trusted a female and let my guard down, it cost me five years of my life.
    I will never forget that day. I was at this club downtown located a couple of blocks from Harpo Studios. My boy and I were out celebrating my twenty-first birthday when these females stepped into the joint. Now, they all looked good, but it was the one in the middle who had my attention. She was chocolate just like a Hershey kiss and just the way I like them. Keke was chewing gum and had a walk that told you she knew she was the shit; and as good as she looked, she had every right. Those jeans were hugging everything the good Lord gave her plus some. She had her hair pulled up in a ponytail with the cutest bangs that made her look young enough that I should have known better. Instead, I found out the hard way.
    â€œChauncey!”
    I heard one of the stylists call my name. I looked over at Tiffany, who tilted her head toward the door. As soon as I saw Tameka standing there, the question “What the hell you want now?” slipped out my mouth.
    â€œChauncey! Don’t play like you don’t know.”
    â€œWhat the hell she doing up in here?” Debra yelled. She and Tiffany were stylists, and they’d seen Tameka clown the last time she had come into the salon when she tried to make it known to every female in the room she and I were screwing.
    â€œBeverly, I’ll be right back.” I handed her a magazine, then moved toward the lobby. “Tameka, you need to get out of here.”
    â€œI ain’t going no damn where until you tell me whassup!”
    The salon grew silent. All eyes were on us.
    I stood in front of her and smelled the scent of Juicy Fruit on her breath. One thing I had liked about Tameka was she had excellent hygiene and was a beast in bed. But when she started shopping for wedding gowns, I knew it was time for a brotha to bounce. “Ain’t shit up with us. I told you, it’s over.”
    â€œYou weren’t saying that last week when you were lying all up in my bed!”
    The roomed erupted with “oohs” and “aahs,” and by now the females had come out from under the hair dryers to hear what was about to go down.
    â€œDon’t try to play like I wasn’t honest with you. I told you I wasn’t looking for nothing serious.” Tameka was like all the others who thought they had what it took to change a brotha’s mind. I had yet to meet a woman with pussy that damn good. I ain’t gonna lie, Tameka is a cutie. She’s about five-three, mocha, with a tiny waist and ass for days. She has a short curly afro that looks good on her, and if she wasn’t so ghetto, maybe I would have kicked it with her a little longer. But one thing I don’t do is loud-ass women.
    She smacked her lips. “Okay, so I guess you now gonna deny saying you loved me?”
    Her comment made me laugh. “I never said that. You got that shit twisted. I said I love what you do for me.” I’m not one to put my business in the streets, but if she wanted to go there, then so be it.
    â€œI know you ain’t passing up a top-of-the-line dime.” She planted her hands at her hips.
    I reached inside my pocket. “Here’s two nickels. Now get the hell up outta here.”
    â€œWho the fuck you think you talking to!” She got all up in my face and then started to scream at the top of her lungs, making a scene. The chick was straight gutter and I had no one to blame but myself. I was ready to wrap my hands around her neck and choke the shit out of her when I spotted the owner, Noelle Gordon, coming out from her office in