Enter the Derry Part 2

Derry was 5 years older than me, but he looked very young for his age. He was 25, but looked 18. I had the best of both worlds. He was 5'5, and had 2 gold teeth on each of his top canines. Before Derry, I was repulsed by gold teeth. For one, the gold in Dallas, is a dull gold, it looks black and makes your mouth protrude. Derry didn't have a mouth full of golds and he got his gold in New Orleans, his hometown. And his dental hygeine was superb. He stayed flossing, brusing and polishing his golds and his breathe never stanked... So I gave him a pass. Besides, that N.O accent had me faded. They way he would say, "Baby" and everything else made me laugh and made me moist.

Anyway...I became a welcomed visitor at his house. Mind you, this was a house of males so, the company would also be all males. I felt right at home, I was always the only chic amongst a gang of niggas. Every weekend, they would have a cookout and watch the games and get high and drunk. Of course, I was always there.

So finally, I'm ready to consummate our relationship, so we head out to the movies, grab a bite to eat and go back to my place. He spent the night there and upon arrival to his home, he found out that he had been robbed. Not of his electronics and shit, but of his wardrobe. This nigga had a closet filled with clothes with matching shoes for each fit. Now all gone....

I felt sorry for him. I was planning to step back away from him after we consummated cause I refused to get heartbroken or egobroken again. But I didn't want to kick him while he was down so I stuck around, feeling somewhat respnsible for his loss. I also made sure to check with him to make sure he had no thoughts that I had something to do with the theft, I mean, I was a prime suspect and all. He was with me while the shit happened. But that wasn't on his bird. Slick had been smoking rocks, skimming the rent money and now this...

I went and copped Derry a few designer T-Shirts, Polo's and khaki's for work from Marshall's, while out on my routine shopping sprees.

For all you single women out there, by single I mean childless. DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT, have a child, if you are not yet willing to sacrifice the weekly trips to the mall, hair and nail shop.(Not to say I regret having my son cause I don't, without him I don't know where I would be right now and how much focus I would have, I'm just saying its a huge sacrifice) I stayed fly and stayed flying to and from Chicago, cause I had it like that, now I don't....

Anyway, he lit up when I brought him the clothes. They were the only clothes he owned. He fell off, but I was still by his side, like a real bitch would be...

TO BE CONTINUED...