Another Man Will (2 page)

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Dana Turner

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he marketing firm I worked for was having its annual customer appreciation dinner at the Arts at Piazza in downtown Philadelphia. It was a big event where we got to wine and dine with our clients, all on the company's tab. Meeting clients socially was always good. They were relaxed and not in business mode. You could do the right amount of schmoozing without looking like you were kissing up to them.

The night was going extremely well; actually, the night was almost perfect. I was wearing an off-the-shoulder, lilac-colored dress that hung great on my size six curves and accented my cherrywood brown skin. I had on my favorite pair of peep-toe shoes, which made my five-three look like five-eight. My beautiful, big layered silver necklace was making a grand statement and rested right above my cleavage. My long, wavy weave was pulled up into a sloppy, loose bun, which was set off with just the right amount of makeup.

The food was delicious; the cocktails had the perfect blend of sweetness, and only a trace of liquor was detectable. I was in the great company of my coworker Reshma Patel and her fiancé, Zyeed, and my other coworker, Leah Oliver, who had brought her boyfriend, Stephen. The only thing that was off was the empty chair that was next to me. It was reserved for my no-call, no-show date, Todd.

Leah was from rural upstate Pennsylvania. She was bubbly and fun and always made me laugh with her off-color humor. She had a few freckles, rust-colored hair, and brown eyes. Leah and I had interned together, and Reshma had come in a few months afterward. Reshma was a quiet, sweet-hearted first-generation American of Indian descent. We all got along so well, yet we were all so different, but we made the perfect little marketing dream team.

We all worked for Millennium Concepts Agency. We provided marketing and branding services for small and large companies—from the huge billboards you saw on highways to the tiny advertisements above your head on the train.

“So where is that boyfriend of yours, missy?” Leah inquired.

“He should be on his way. I was about to call him and see where he is,” I said.

Reshma grabbed my hand and tried to contain her laughter as she pushed her straight black hair in front of her wheat skin to block her smirk. “It's okay, sweetie. You can stop lying. We know you don't really have a date.”

I frowned. “Reshma, this is not funny. That's really sad that you would think I would make up having a date. I told you, Todd said he was coming. He'll be here.”

Reshma looked at Leah and made a face. They both began to laugh at my expense as their guys stood around, looking bored and making light conversation with one another.

My eyes were focused on the entrance. “I'll be right back. Let me see if he is on his way,” I said as I excused myself from the table. I was trying to act nonchalant, but I was so angry at Todd, I could feel my blood pressure rising.

I exited the crowded party, hoping to see Todd parking or walking toward the restaurant, but no such luck. I didn't see him. So I called his phone and listened to it ring about four times and then heard, “You have reached Todd Montgomery. Unfortunately, I'm not available. . . .” I listened as I looked up and down the street once more, before leaving a message. “Todd, where are you? I hope you are on your way. I'm still at the Arts at Piazza on Fourth Street. Call me and let me know what's going on.” I really hoped Todd would make it. He said he would. But he said a lot of things. Todd was not my real boyfriend. We were in a six-month relationship about a year ago; then things got complicated. Our relationship was going so good. I mean, really, really, really well. But then work got in the way.

He said our relationship was taking up too much of his time and that he needed to focus on his architectural career. He said I required so much and he couldn't give me everything I deserved. So we semi broke up but never stopped seeing each other. Our relationship was downgraded to that fuzzy place commonly referred to as “friends with benefits.” Which meant that we hooked up occasionally. I kept thinking if I hung in there for a while, he'd realize that we should be back in an official relationship. Plus, I loved a career-driven man, and Todd was definitely that. Believe me, there were far worse things that a guy could be doing besides working nonstop. Especially in this economy, when so many people couldn't find jobs and others were losing their homes. And I knew he didn't have anyone else, unless she lived under his desk at his job. But then it was evenings like this one, when he stood me up, and it didn't seem worth it or fair.

I walked back to the party, and my phone rang. Todd's name appeared on the screen.

“Hey. Are you on your way?” I asked.

“No, not exactly,” he said.

“What does ‘not exactly' mean?” I already knew what that meant, but still I asked.

“Sorry. I can't make it. Listen, don't be upset with me. I can't leave this office. I have so much work. I really want to be there with you, but my work is my priority.”

Instead of giving him the artificial “Okay. I understand”—that was what I usually said—I just gave a defeated, “You never can make it, can you, Todd?”

“Why are you being sarcastic, Dana? What do you want me to do?”

“I don't know. You promised me. I told you about this party how many weeks ago? And you said, ‘I promise I'll be there.' ”

“Yes, I said I would be there. However, I can't always predict what's going to happen. Things change on a daily basis at this company. . . . Once again, I'm sorry, Dana. I have to go. I didn't eat, and I'm very frustrated. I'll be at the office for a while. Feel free to stop by.”

“Okay,” I said as I twisted my mouth and tried to control my anger and not let tears escape my eyes. He wasn't able to be with me, but at least I could be with him later. I felt a little better, even though I was at another event alone. I walked to the restroom to make sure my eye makeup hadn't smudged. Leah and Reshma were exiting the ladies' room.

“We were looking for you. Are you okay? So is he coming?” Reshma asked.

“No, he is working.”

“Well, one thing is for sure, when you get married, you will be provided for,” Leah joked as they walked me into the restroom. I began to fix my clothes and reapply my eyeliner and blush. I tried to remain calm, but I was so upset.

Leah looked at me in the mirror above the sink and said, “Dana, I can't understand why you put yourself through this. You are a beautiful girl. You can find someone else.

“You deserve a real boyfriend.” Reshma giggled, breaking the serious tone.

“You guys are full of jokes tonight.”

“No, really, you need to be dating, having fun. You need a guy that doesn't stand you up all the time,” said Leah. “You're beautiful, you have a great personality, and you're successful. I'm sure lots of guys would love to date you.”

“If it was only that simple,” I snapped back at them. “Listen, ladies, there aren't that many black men like Todd.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” Reshma asked.

“It means it is different for us,” I replied.

“What do you mean, us?” said Leah.

“Us means black women. We don't have as many options as you guys. There aren't thousands of black architects running around Philadelphia.”

“I don't believe that. That's just a myth. It's all the same. There are as many jerks who are white men, Asian, and Indian men as there are those who are black,” Leah responded.

“Nope, not the case. There are plenty of white men for you to marry and lots of Indian men for Reshma. I have to work with what I have. Todd is a great catch, and I'm not letting him get away.”

“Great catch or not, he doesn't treat you well. Seriously, I don't like seeing my friend upset,” Reshma said.

“I have to say one thing. You won't find anyone as long as you won't let go of an old relationship,” Leah retorted.

Reshma nodded her head in agreement and said, “Remember that crazy Indian guy I dated before I met Zyeed? After him I didn't think there was any hope that I was going to ever meet anyone—and now I'm getting married in two weeks. As a matter of fact, there will be a lot of single guys at my wedding.”

“And I could introduce you to one of Stephen's friends if you like,” Leah added.

“I don't want to be hooked up with anyone. I'm happy with what and who I have. And besides, I want a black man.”

“You're telling us you'd rather have a so-so good black man over a nice guy of another race?” Reshama asked perplexed.

“Yeah. I mean no. I just want a good man, but I would prefer if he is black. Besides, I have one, and we are not having this discussion anymore.”

“If you say so.” Leah looked at me like I wasn't making sense. I wasn't . . . but I was. I knew what I wanted.

I left the party and stopped at Todd's favorite restaurant, Laverne's, to pick him up dinner. He always got the classic turkey-spinach burger, sweet potato fries, and a strawberry milk shake.
He's going to be so pleased that I brought him dinner
, I thought.

Todd worked on the twenty-second floor of a tall office building at Twentieth and Market Streets. The building was lively during the day, but at 10:00 p.m. it was eerie and empty. I said hello to the security man, signed myself in, and rode the elevator up to his floor. I walked down the hall and could see Todd steadily working. I tapped on the glass door, and Todd came and opened it. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said I looked beautiful. I was glad that he noticed.

“You said you hadn't eaten, so I stopped and got your favorite.”

“Wow, and I'm starving. Thank you, sweetheart.” He took the food out of the white paper bag and took big bites out of the sandwich and stuffed the fries in his mouth. As he ate, I admired the blueprints lying out on his desk and the color model on his computer. I was always so amazed at the intricate drawings that eventually became buildings.

“What project is this?”

“The new athletic center for Temple University. The deadline is next Friday, and we are so behind. I'm going to be working nonstop on this. There is so much that has to be done.”

“Oh, this is what kept you from being with me tonight,” I said as I poked out my lips.

“Yeah, this is it.”

“I really wish you could have been with me tonight. I get so tired of going places alone. My friends at work think I'm lying when I say I have a date. They think I'm making you up.”

“I don't know why. We've all met before. They know that's not true.”

“Yeah, they were just being extra silly tonight, I guess. So, how much longer are you staying here tonight?”

“Actually, I'm trying to get out of here now. I have to be back in here by seven, and what I have left, I can do from home. Do you want to meet me there? I'll be home in, like, half an hour.”

“Okay.”

 

 

At Todd's loft, he continued to work and I didn't distract him. I took off my dress and cute shoes and showered. Once I was out of the shower, I put on one of his T-shirts, and I watched television in his bed, making myself comfortable. Todd was right in the other room, but I wanted him closer. I could smell his scent on his sheets. However, I knew not to bother him or force myself on him while he was in work mode. When he was ready to come to bed, he would join me and I could show him how much I missed him.

Around 2:45 a.m. I got the nudge I was waiting for. I was barely awake when he began lifting my T-shirt over my head. The room was dark. I couldn't see Todd, but I could feel his hands all over my breasts. Once his hands touched me, everything was right in the world. I forgave him for standing me up, making me angry and embarrassing me in front of my friends again. I was so caught up in the moment that nothing else mattered.

“You ready for me, baby?” he murmured in my ear.

“Yes,” I responded sleepily as I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, sliding my body down on him, until he was all the way in. My pulse sped up the moment our bodies connected. My clitoris was pressed hard up against the base of him. I could feel hot sensations coursing through me. I was just enjoying the way he gripped my waistline and controlled my body, moving my hips as fast as he needed to.

“Todd!” I moaned as he panted on top of me. Our bodies were sweaty. The sex was so good, and I was just enjoying it so much that I couldn't help whispering, “Baby, I love you and don't want to be without you anymore.” I waited for him to respond and say he loved me, too, and he needed me, as well, but he didn't speak. More strokes brought out more emotions. I couldn't control how I felt or what I was saying. “I love you so much, Todd. I miss you when we're not together. Baby, we really need to figure out what we are going to be.”

Todd still remained quiet and placed his finger over my lips and kept pushing his firm body in and out of mine. I didn't like that he was ignoring me. I couldn't let it go any further without him giving me an idea of what we were doing. He had to explain why we just couldn't go back to being a couple.

I pushed him off of me mid-stroke, sat up, folded my arms, and asked, “Todd, when are we going to be together again?”

“Let's not talk about this right now please, baby.” He pushed me back down and squirmed back in me and began our beautiful experience again.

I was becoming a little frustrated. I felt like crying, but tears only made Todd upset. So I kept them in check and momentarily forgot all my troubles by focusing on the pleasure on the horizon. Within minutes I exploded. My body shook so hard, I thought I was having a damn seizure. All the shaking I was doing must have excited him, because a few seconds later he collapsed on top of me. We were both satisfied so it was the perfect time to ask him the status of us again.