The following is written in the voice of Denae Shelton, a 30-year-old entrepreneur in "Choosing Mr. Wrong." Denae is the owner of a successful dog boutique called Dogilicious.
I need to get up to go use the ladies' room because I have to get this out of me because I do not want any mishaps.
I soon return to the bed and slip my nude body between the crisp white sheets and lay my head against the king-size pillows.
Devin touches my stomach and then my breasts.
“I really enjoyed that,” he says.
“I did, too,” I respond because I’m still tingling on the inside.
“Are you on the pill?”
“No, and we have discussed this, Devin.”
“Well, I think we should go get one of those morning-after pills for you.”
“Are you serious?” I ask.
“I think we will be OK, Devin.”
“Are you sure?” he still questions me.
“Yes, Devi. We should be OK.”
I push the day-after pill thought out of my mind and try to doze but I end up tossing and turning.
“What’s wrong with you, Denae?”
“Nothing, just restless.”
I'm naked and while I should be going for Round 2, I'm starring at the beige ceiling wondering, “Why does he want me to take the morning-after pill?”
I was thinking that we were building a really good relationship.
“But why does he only want to see me on weekdays?”
I should not have purchased that computer for him.
After deciding that I need to have a conversation with Devin about where we are going with this relationship, I finally doze.
The next morning, I’m up early. It’s 6 a.m. and I didn’t sleep well. Something about Devin’s request last night is gnawing at me.
I don’t want to overreact so I decide to take a stroll in a nearby park to clear my mind before addressing my concerns with him. I have to know how he really feels about me.
On my stroll, I see three couples walking hand-and-hand in the park. Boooo! I say in my head. The guy I just became the freak-of-the-week with wants me to take the morning-after pill.
As I approach Devin’s house, I see yet another couple kissing each other goodbye.
“Get a room,” I think to myself and then go to push on the door that I left unlocked.
But it’s not unlocked.
I ring the doorbell and begin knocking. "Devi, Devi," I say in a loud but sweet voice.
My eyes end up peering over to the corner of his patio porch. I see my baby blue bag and keys on top.
Before I even know it, I’m sitting on his porch sobbing. My tears are streaming quickly down my face and soaking my pink T-shirt.
I jump to my feet and begin banging on the door. “Devin, Devin!” I scream.
But then I think of the scene that I’m creating. It’s not even 7 a.m. so I pick up my bag and keys and go home.
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