There comes a time in every man 's life when it is that time to "make that move" you know "pop the question", "turn in your player card", "get hitched", "the old ball & chain." OK, ok...enough with the cliches, I think you get the picture. With that being said, there is an underline question that most people...and when I say "people", I mean "men" forget to answer is...Am I Ready? I swear we think with the wrong head sometimes. Here is a story about a guy and his quest for his cake and ice cream. Please sit back, relax and partake in this journey of "The Married Bachelor" Chapter 4: Shacked Up.
It was the night of our one year anniversary...One. Whole. Year, I'm talking the first of an "Annual"-versary, three hundred and sixty five days, All I'm saying is my mama can't believe I was still with this girl. Crazy right? Nope the crazy part is that you would think those two dated, all buddy buddy and shit. The reason this was such a shocker is because I played the field a little bit...let's just say I fulfilled a lot of fantasies. Back in my day, my track record proved that making it past six months was an accomplishment. Anyway, that was the old me? This evening I had planned for the celebration, it was going to be great. Hell, I had to do something extravagant to whiteout the eleven month roller coaster we rode (and it wasn't all my fault either). I had it all planned out, my mom picked my son up from school that afternoon (yes, I do have a son from a previous mistake, I mean relationship), reservations were set weeks in advance at one of the most upscale restaurant on this side of Chicago, I can finally afford "upscale" with this healthy advance I just received (I'll tell you about that in a minute). I mean this place was so upscale there was a credit check to reserve a table...I shit you not, these Bitches asked for two forms of ID. I also paid my buddy fifty bucks to act as my chauffeur for the night. This was going to be a night that she will remember....Plus I figured this was a perfect opportunity to tell her the good news on my book deal (SURPRISE). You have to give me credit though, I did decide several weeks prior that I wanted to make this night special, telling her about the advance was just the icing on the cake. My dreams had finally come true, all those hours of me cheating on her with my lap top finally paid off... literally... And no, I wasn't watching porn...all the time. Now her on the other hand worked a crazy schedule and her hours were never steady, even in college we had to sneak time in together. I kinda knew what I was doing I try and call myself being spontaneous at times, but this night deserved to be flawless and this took some serious attention to details. Her boss and I were a part of the same Fraternity, I mean different schools, but same organization. I wasn't smart enough to attend DePaul, but I was definitely creative enough to go to Chicago State. Therefore it was nothing for me to include him in the creation of these plans and for him to go with the flow of the night. We had it planned for her to work in pediatrics that morning. Subliminally, I wanted her to work with children so when we met up that night she would be all mushy from seeing all the babies. See, my girl was four years younger then me, I met her when she was a freshman in college. I was on that five year plan, but that is besides the point. She was the type that you can just look at and tell they would make a great parent. Look at it this way, if I would of graduated when I was suppose to, I probably would of never met her, this was my definition of fate. I knew from the first time I saw her I had to have her, despite the 57", 136 pound frame, high yella complexion and curves like the letter "S" which was was just a bonus that came along with her ambition, and we all know men only care about a woman's intellect. Well, at least that is what I told her to get into her dorm room. Me on the other hand I just landed my first book deal and this advance could not have come at a better time.
Chapter 2...Break up 2 Make up....
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