I glance at the screen, ready to send it straight to voicemail if it’s Felecia again, or Jasper. It’s neither. It’s Mona, Jasper’s cousin and my closest friend. In fact, she’s the reason I ended up with Jasper in the first place had she not introduced us. Mmmph. Twelve-and-a-half years ago. Time flies too damn fast, sometimes. I’ll never forget that night. Friday, October 6, 2000. She had been stressing me for weeks to go to some birthday party at a nightclub for one of her relatives. But I wasn’t interested. She had this bright idea that while I was there, she’d introduce me to one of her male cousins who had recently moved to Jersey from Connecticut. “And he’s your type,” she had said. “And what’s my type, Miss Know It All?” I had asked. She snickered. “Dark, chiseled, and hood…and you’re exactly what he’s lookin’ for.” Then she stated he specifically requested a fine, fly bitch with a fat ass who wanted something more out of life than running the streets.
