Color Blind(11)

I laughed, “Oh my God, no! I wouldn’t go out with him in a million years! Remember that good looking customer I told you about a few days ago? It’s him.” My smile beamed across my face.



“The dude that tried to give you a big tip?” Lorraine asked.



“That’s him!” She set the table, “He came back into work and refused to leave without my number, so now we’re going on a date this weekend.”



“Sounds crazy if you ask me,” Lorraine said as she finished setting the table.



“I know. But there’s something else I need to tell you,” I hesitated. I didn’t want to tell her that he was white.



“What?” Lorraine asked.



“If I tell you this, you gotta promise me that you won’t say anything to anyone. I don’t even want Nevaeh to hear it,” I stared at her.



“What?!” she could hardly contain herself.



“Dale is…white. There, I said it, he’s white.”



“Oh, girl, your momma’s gonna kill you if she finds out!”



“I know. And I don’t want my brothers finding out either. If Tony, Jason or Terrance find out, they’d kick my ass and Dale’s.”



“Why are you going out with him? He sounds like an ass and he’s a white man.”



“There’s something about him. He’s sarcastically funny and the way he’s built. Girl, you should see him! He’s tall, nicely built and dresses to kill! He’s also the owner of the gas company.”



“Damn! So what are you going to do? You can’t hide him forever,” Lorraine said.



“I know. I was kind of hoping to see how things go. I promised him one date. He would’ve kept coming up to my work if I hadn’t agreed. I figured that we could go out and if we hit things off, then take it from there. But I don’t have my hopes up,” I said helping her carry the food to the table.



“Why?”



“Because he’s too good-looking, he’s got money and I’m just…me. I can’t figure out why he wants to date me.”



“Are you crazy? You look fabulous! You have a cute smile, a great ass, and the perkiest boobs I’ve seen. And you spend way too much money on your weave,” she laughed.



“No, you’re the crazy one. I could stand to lose a few pounds,” I said grabbing a handful of fat from my belly. “And these tatas have seen better days,” I grabbed my bra strap, pulling the girls up, defying gravity.



“Whatever. I’ll cover for you, but you gotta fill me in on all the juicy details. You’re like my little sister. Tyrone will kick his ass if I tell him to!”



“I know,” I smiled. She was right. Tyrone was also very protective of me.



“Where are you guys going to go?”



“That Mexican restaurant, right across the street from South County Mall. I explained my days off work are spent with my adorable baby girl, so he promised that he wouldn’t occupy my whole afternoon.”



“What time?”



“Around one o’clock. I won’t be long,” I promised.



“Sure, just make sure you’re careful.” My friend warned. Tyrone and Nevaeh were coming into the kitchen.



“What are you talking about?” Tyrone questioned.



“Nothing, I’ll tell you about it later,” Lorraine said.



We busied ourselves with making plates while Tyrone and Nevaeh took a seat at the table.



“These are good Lorraine!” My daughter complimented, as she took a heaping bite out of her taco.



Lorraine laughed, “Well thanks, Nevaeh. They’re your favorite, huh?”



“Oh, I meant to ask you earlier when was the last time she had her ibuprofen?” I asked as I sipped my glass of water.



“She had some about an hour after lunch. She should be good until bedtime.”



After dinner, we headed home to begin our nightly ritual of getting scrubbed up and off to bed. Once Nevaeh was asleep, I went to my bedroom to put together clothes for our luncheon. I was nervous about picking out the wrong outfit so I prepared several of them and invited Lorraine over to help me decide on the perfect date wear.



When Sunday came, Lorraine arrived at my house two hours before my rendezvous. I blew my friend away as I ran around the house like a chicken with its head cut off. I scampered throughout the house, trying to find my favorite pair of heels as Nevaeh played with her kitchen set. Lorraine’s eyes whipped back and forth, following my sporadic movements as I tracked down my pumps.



“Boy, you sure are in a frenzy, aren’t you?” Lorraine asked, searching for the lost heel.