I'm tired of black men...but then again I'm not

Day 3... I want to, but I can't

It's Monday morning, and I'm lying in bed staring up at the ceiling, replaying the event that took place last night over and over again in my head.

I'm not sure if his intentions are pure, but I can't deny it; I do adore his persistence, and I can't lie, I also admire the attention. It's not every day a sexy man, a sexy white man at that, is chasing after me.

I never foresaw this happening to me. I don't know what to think about the whole thing. It's weird.

I grab my phone off my nightstand to see if I have any text messages or missed calls. My life is not that exciting, and I don't deal with a lot of people. Introvert problems, but yet I still check my phone anyway.

Well, today, the universe must be fucking laughing at me because I have five text messages. One from Montí, two from Laura, and two from an unknown number. Can that be Justin? My heart starts beating out of my chest.

Omg, I'm so nervous all of a sudden. I look at Montí's and Laura's first.

Montí: Hey, beautiful. I hope we are still on for Wednesday. Can't wait to see you.

I text him back, letting him know we are still on for Wednesday, and next was Laura.

Laura: Hey, girly, I'm sure you had a wild night. Lol

Laura: but anywho, you've been working so hard, take the night off. I will be covering your shift tonight. Enjoy your night off. Tootles.

I can't control the laugh that escapes my mouth. I knew she would tease me about last night. I can only imagine what she is thinking, but she gave me the night off, and I'm so grateful. I'm going to take advantage of it because she is right; I do need it.

So I text her back; thank you, and I will see her tomorrow.

Finally, it's the mystery person. I open the messages and read them out loud.

Unknown (maybe Justin): Hey Shay, it's Justin.

Unknown (maybe Justin): I want to see you soon! Please don't make me have to stalk you at your job. You know I'm good for it. Lol

I knew it was him, but I'm still trying to figure out how did he get my number. I will have to remind myself to ask him whenever I see him. Or if I see him, well am I going to see him again? I'm not sure if I want to or not. This is getting very confusing.

Well, I have to admit, he is growing on me slowly, but damn, can his ass turn the sexy down a notch, just a notch. He's even cocky in text, crazy ass!

Dammit, he makes me feel all warm and tingly inside; how is this even possible? I'm not sure about this, but before I know it, I'm texting him back.

Way to go, Shay, way to fucking go.

Desperate much? SMH!

Me: but I'm growing fond of you stalking me.

Me: And speaking of stalking, how did you get my number? 🧐

I guess now I don't have to wait until I see him to ask him how he got my number, since I just asked him. But I'm shocked at how quickly he responds.

Justin: A gentleman never tells. 😉

Me: Stalkers are not usually known to be "gentleman" 🤨

Justin: Well, this one is 😕, I can't speak for all stalkers... just me. 🤷🏼‍♂️

Me: Well, at least you know you're a stalker