Having a man wasn’t as easy as I imagined it would be, but still worth it. Khalil would have to deal with my moods the same way I dealt with his and so far he had. So when he seemed distant the day after moving the last couple of boxes out of his house I didn’t worry about it too much. He sat around the house and decided to watch college football instead of riding out to the mall with me. A little pissed, I decided to keep the disappointment to myself. I reasoned that he was dealing with some type of feelings behind the move. “I may not be here when you get back,” he said as I gathered my belongings to head out the door. “I spilled a can of paint on the floor last night and I need to go get it cleaned up. The tenants are coming to get the keys tomorrow.” “Okay. I’ll see you when you get back. I hope you’re in a better mood.” He didn’t say a word but I noticed that he was nursing a glass of Hennessy. I headed for Annapolis Mall and decided to ignore his funky attitude.
