A recurring theme

"...you're just an arrogant, selfish ass. i never want to see you again. lose my number"

She put her bug eyes on and walked away, the sway in her hips accentuated. Making sure I knew what I was losing. I caught a whiff of her perfume as she pushed past me, eau de Cartier, she knew that shit drove me crazy.

I shook my head and smiled. She was an actress...a darned good one. And she'd had plenty of practice...this was a recurring theme.

She was used to men responding to her every whim, throwing themselves at her feet, doing back flips, jumping jacks and pirouettes to her every caprice. I was an anomaly. I didn't beg and weep when she suggested that we "see other people".

I understand, I said. Maybe we just need a little time away from each other.

That's when she turned on the tears, her face red with rage, her lips spitting fiery abuse at me. I took it, head cocked, puppy dog style. I would not rise to her bait. She went on, and on, and then she mentioned my mother.

I shot her a look. She was aware she had crossed a line. She stuttered, mid-tirade," I..I'm sorry...I didn't mean that..."


I know she didnt, she loved my mother...the feeling wasn't mutual. Se iru omo ti o ma gbe wa ile ni yi? Is that the kind of girl you're going to bring home to us? my mother's first words after their first meeting....

Still, she wasn't going to get away with it. I sighed, I'm leaving. See whoever you want.

"No. Stay. I'm leaving, you're just an arrogant, selfish ass..."

It was always like this, we broke up monthly, sometimes weekly. It had been heart-wrenching the first few times, but gradually, it became a delicious routine we both denied that we delighted in.

As I stared at her diminishing silhouette, I felt a familiar stir in my pelvis...this woman knew exactly how to ignite my passions. I wasn't one for the kind of stress this relationship was pervaded with, and with any other woman I would have broken it off permanently months ago.

Some would ask why I stayed with her. It wasn't love. But the make up sex was mind-blowing. She knew every inch of my body. And I knew every curve and dip of hers. That's why I knew she'd be back. Everytime. She just wanted me to ask.

I pulled out my blackberry as she disappeared behind a building. I held the K button. It speed dialed her number.

tbc...

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