At first it worked. Initially, my relationship wit’ Simoné had slowly dissolved. Eventually, the emotion she thought was love shed its coating and revealed itself as mere lust. My refusal to return to the same monogamous lifestyle I abandoned for a woman I barely trusted gradually became a pill too big for Simoné to swallow. Soon, my calls stopped coming. Then, I stopped answering hers. For a while, I thought I was rid of her. I kept datin’ when I could. There was this one chick. Loraine. She had red, shoulder-length dreads and beautiful, cool gray eyes. It turned me on to find a woman with all of her own hair on her head. Wit’ all the weaves, relaxers, and press and curls, natural hair intrigued me. When I saw her smile at me through the bulletproof glass at the bank, I couldn’t help but smile back. “Is there anything else I could help you with today?” She twirled her hair in her fingers and blushed when I slowly licked my lips. “I’m diggin’ yo’ whole natural thing.”
