Ms. Perspective

(for those who are waiting for the next part to Lexi…here it is…)

“Excuse me miss but aren’t you Alexia Marx? I don’t mean to bother you, but I was wondering if you would take a picture with me?” Slowly I shake my head, I don’t know who I thought it was going to be; I swear I’m just on edge these days. Standing up, I take in the sight of this fan; he can’t be more than 16, wearing baggy clothes and shoes that have more colors than skittles, around 5′10, medium complexion with zig zag braids.  His friend is shorter probably 5′6-5′7, dark skinned, wearing similar shoes and clothes, some large purple sunglasses, and what looks like the beginnings of locks.  I guess the P.R. department wasn’t lying when they said I have a fan-base that includes people from all walks and genres. Mentally I shrug my shoulders as I pose for his camera phone; I’m just happy that he’s reading a book.  “Thank you babygirl!! You is fine as hell…. I bet them older cats can’t do it like me… I can make you scream in your falsetto” he declares.  As he begins to list all the things he can do, I quickly cut him off…. “Somehow I believe that you have a young lady that you are involved with, am I wrong? While I appreciate a compliment from such a handsome young man, I don’t do relationships with minors. I bet you will make some young lady very happy, just make sure that whatever happens….it’s safe” with a wink.

He smiles and mumbles to his friend “see… I told you it was her…and she’s cool as hell. tried to play me but it’s aight, cuz this pic bout to be my profile picture on facebook.” With that both young men wander into the distance leaving me to just my pen, paper, and the lake.

Whooooosh as I exhale slowly; finally! I can have a minute to just breathe.  Casually I begin to write in my notepad; this poor notepad.  The cover is missing, the wiring is coming undone, and the back cover is faded and has random doodles.  This notepad has been my most trusted friend over the years; it’s survived 3 ex bestfriends, countless moves, and plenty of tears.  Somehow I always find comfort in knowing that what I write in it is unedited me. My thoughts- the good, ugly, whatever my random mind can come up with finds a home in this pad.

I’ve always loved writing, and I believe it’s always loved me just as much.  I guess that’s why I started writing lyrics for other artists in the music industry.  My girl Claire always said that I have a knack for honing into what other people are feeling and writing about it. Claire… I wonder how she is doing. I remember when we first met.  I know it’s cliche to say that your sorority sister is one of your best friends…but we instantly clicked when we met.  We definitely are kindred souls, she’s like my twin…if I ever had one.

Funny and determined, Claire has been my elusive twin for about six years now.  I’m saying elusive loosely.  Despite the frequent hospital visits and other trials, she’s managed to start her own company called Exclusivity where she coordinates events for a highly exclusive clientele. Ever since I can remember she’s been planning events, I can remember her planning my birthdays even when I didn’t want it planned.  Exclusivity is doing very well, and I heard she’s planning Diddy’s annual All White Affair this year.  I still can’t believe that she’s married, not that I’m saying no man would want her. I mean she’s 5′7, medium carmel complexion, hair that curls down her back. If you add that she’s successful, good fashion sense, and a figure that dips and curves in all the right places, you’d know I wasn’t implying she couldn’t get a man. I just keep thinking about the losers before Charles.  No one expected that she would run into the man that would become such a crucial piece to her life in a grocery store, let alone the dog food aisle.  Yet here it is 3 years later, and they are still in love and fighting to keep their marriage together.

My blackberry startles me by blaring “I got 999 men knocking down my door, cuz I’m the juiciest baby girl around”. I grab my blackberry and hurriedly press talk.  “Yea? What’s up Tasha?”  She giggles into the phone… “How was your night Lexi?”  Just in case I didn’t know she set me up, I definitely know now. “Look Tasha, I’m going to call you later”.  “Aww girl don’t be like that! You know that man is seeeeeeeeeeexy, and he’s been trying to talk to you for months. You won’t even give him a chance, what’s up with that?” “Ugh Tasha, I thought I said I just wanted a chill night with my girls, but look… I’m going to call you later”. “Lexi, it’s Damali! girl… where are you? I’m hungry, meet us at Billy’s. See you in fifteen, bye!” before I could reply I heard my phone beep, signaling that she had hung up.

I swear she hasn’t changed, but that’s my girl. Pacing back to my car, my thoughts flow back to the man that captured a piece of me. Why hasn’t  he gotten the hint? He’s got another life- a child and a wife- and it just can’t work. I bet he thought I’d never find out about them. He covered his tracks so well; my last minute trips home never even fazed him.  His separate apartment so I’d never see reminders of his family, and the conversations. I TRUSTED him; I haven’t even told Tasha or my girls some of the things I told him.

Pain ripped through my body as I relived that day. I’d just gotten into his apartment from a much needed pampering and shopping session with my girls.  I was just starting dinner; it was his favorite smoked short ribs with steamed vegetables and little red potatoes.  I had just put the sweet tea and the cheesecake parfaits in the refrigerator, when the buzzer rang. Setting down the plates, I moved toward the intercom when someone started rapping on the front door.

“Hello, are you looking for someone?” I greeted the young woman standing on his straw “Welcome” mat. She looked like the models I had just met at the music awards.  Standing at 5′9 with flawless dark brown skin, slim figure, and a regal demeanor.  She yelled “Dre? I know you in here with this hoe. Bitch let me in.” With that she pushes the door in, and I restrain myself from pushing her out the door and slamming it in her face. Now I’m so confused. Who is she? How does she know Diondre? “You cooking for his deadbeat ass?” she screams as she gets in my face. I fight to keep my composure, hell I’m calm but I’m only going to be but a few more bitch’s or hoe’s.

Taking a breath, I respond “Diondre is not here right now, and honestly… we are both adults. I haven’t disrespected you yet, please do the same. Please take a seat, and explain what’s going on because I’m lost”.  She looks around, takes a sip of the iced tea I’ve set in front of her, and says “Don’t try to play me, you know I’m his wife.” After seeing all the color from my face puddle at my feet, she must have decided to have mercy because she got calm. Slowly she explained that they had a daughter together and had been married for about four months.  How he’d been acting strange lately, and how she had followed him to this apartment the other day. She told me how he promised never to break the family up, and that she just wanted to confront him about this other apartment. That she reacted out of shock hence the disrespectful behavior when she saw me.  She asked me to please send him home and quietly shut the door as she left.

I don’t know how I finished cooking dinner or set out the plates.  But I wrote him a note that simply said “Goodbye”and placed it next to his plate. With that I grabbed my weekend bag and the recent shopping bags, then jumped into the rental car. Speeding down the ryan, I didn’t slow til I got to the Penisula Hotels where I paid for the suite. I don’t even remember what the agent or the bellman looked like, just the darkened color of the pearl colored pillow shams soaking up the pooled tears.

But that was over two years ago, I’m definitely through with him. I thought as I pulled the door to Billy’s open. I spot my girl sitting in the booth in the corner by the window and as I hug my girls….my stomach growls.  Tasha starts laughing and point to the third bag on the table.  I guess I’m too predictable.

“Lexi, I KNOOOOOOOW you didn’t lose more weight! Girl… a few more pounds and you are going to look like Whitney after she lost it.” Damali screeches between fits of laughter. We start eating and catch up a little until Damali drops some news that catches even Tasha off guard…..

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