This blog contains fictional short stories that advocate self-acceptance and growth.
All stories are original pieces written by the blog author, Christin Webb.

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Thursday, March 14, 2013

"Beignet Addict"

Yesterday was the first day I realized I was starting to lose weight. I’m three weeks into a new diet my co-worker introduced me to, and I’ve already lost eight pounds. I do a lot of online dating and one of the first profile requests the website will make is for you to DESCRIBE YOURSELF. What do they want me to answer exactly I’m not sure, but I find it the norm that people usually describe their physiques and personalities. Every now and then someone will describe their likes and dislikes, but in general, the descriptions read “…I look like this and I act like that”. So, I simply follow the masses and my posting usually reads: “Smart, vibrant, and diverse woman fully capable of adjusting to any situation.” I get a lot of responses from that post. So much can be read into it, but I really just consider it to be the truth.

The downside for me, believe it or not, has been the inability to get the “hunter” to see past my looks. The one thing I have grown to find extremely hard to understand is a person that is so shallow if they slapped you it would feel like a fan blowing hot air in your face. I call it plain “RIDICULOUS”. Last time I checked there were no perfect people. So, if you really want a description of me, I’ll tell you that I’m a 5’7, 184 pound, dark complexion, shoulder length hair, African American woman with the confidence of a giant. Who cares that my sides are made for “extra comfort” and my “back” made for caressing? It’s me and I love me. If it wasn’t for my doctor alluding to my weight creating a health issue for me, I would be just fine at my previous status of 192 pounds. I will say however that I definitely do not promote shortening my life expectancy all because I wouldn’t do a few exercises and change my eating habits.

I was born into a small family in the Southwestern part of the country. Both my parents were present and raised myself and younger sister, Rachel. She was always deemed the “pretty” daughter. She was bound to marry the richest, most handsome, insurance salesman she could find. I laugh at the thought of how I was jealous of her back then. Insane I tell ‘ya. It’s amazing how a person can create distorted images of self due to perceptions others have of them. The consequences or actions that follow those self-imposed distorted images can be life altering, halting, and easily have a person on a long term “lay over”; simply at a stagnant point in life. Early on, I learned to accept all that God gave me. Being patient enough to wait on a mature and perfect mate for me has always been the discouraging part.

By the time I was seventeen, I was convinced I needed to indulge myself in education and building a bright future for myself. This seemed much less intimidating and discouraging than hoping a guy would look my way. While Rachel seemed to have a different “beau” every six months, I never dated in high school. I didn’t have a date to my senior prom and no one special to celebrate my graduation; high school or college. I’d also convinced myself that I may be alone for the rest of my life. I felt accepting that point was better than realizing that I just hadn’t yet met “my match”.

My past had become my present. I was all that I dreamt to become. Standing in the mirror, and realizing my weight loss made me feel so empowered. I felt a trip down to the local Beignet Shop sounded like a good treat in recognition of my progress. As I grabbed my jacket and keys, I remembered a coupon I could use. It was “buy one, get one free”. Life was good, but cost savings always fit into my lifestyle. I walked to the corner where the Beignet Shop sat about four blocks away from my condo. When I initially pulled on the restaurant’s door, it didn’t open. I looked inside the window and saw customers sitting down, but the door wouldn’t open. Unsure of what was going on, I turned away and started back towards my place.

“Mam! Mam! We’re open!” a muscular, broad shouldered, heavenly attractive man yelled to me. He was wearing the company’s shirt, a pair of navy khakis and loafers shined perfectly. I turned around and smiled as I walked back his direction. He held the door for me and smiled back as I entered into the shop. “Sorry we had the doors locked for a minute. How dare we have you standing outside and waiting? Your meal is on me today.”

“It’s ok,” I responded, “I am glad you flagged me down. I just love your beignets! I walked a good little distance. And let’s just say I don’t usually do a lot of walking,” I said continuing to smile. I felt a little blush surfacing my face and enjoyed the feeling.

“Well, I’m glad you did, ‘mam! I’m glad you did,” he smiled even harder in response. “I’m James. I’ll be your waiter. All I ask of you today is that you only let me be the person to cater to you. Can you do that, ‘mam?” he asked as he grabbed my hand running his finger in circles in my palm. I wasn’t sure if he was flirting or trying to ensure a good tip, but I think today may be the day I may become a beignet addict…

Thursday, February 21, 2013

"Step Back"

“Apparently I didn't get the memo from the president about the ten thirty meeting we had earlier today. Had I received it, I would have been better prepared. How did they expect me to answer questions that hadn't had an opportunity to review? They attacked me like a vicious dog protecting their owner’s property. I didn't deserve that. Tomorrow I've got to let Mr. Hughberger know how I feel,” I said venting on the phone to Julia, my best friend of twenty years. It was the end of the day and I was at my wits end. I knew she must’ve thought I was rambling, but what I had to say was important to me. Every word that came from my mouth was followed by some tapping of my pencil against my desk or banging of my computer keyboard. I was out done.

“Try calming down a bit, Sola. You don’t want to do anything you’ll regret,” Julia replied. She didn't raise her voice or inflect her tone. It was helping me to calm down, but frustrating at the same time. I wanted her to be pissed off right along with me. And I wanted her response to show that she was.

“Too late for that. I let the president have it.” I was slightly ashamed in admitting my harsh response to the president, but it just turned out the way it did.

“You did what?!” Julia inquired in a raised tone.

“I told him that it was completely out of line to have me in a meeting I was completely unprepared for and for them to attack me was even worse. It was bull, Julia.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“You wish I was. I just didn't get it,” I said peeping through the crack in my door. While I was upset, I didn't really want Mr. Hughberger to hear me.

“Maybe you’re not supposed to get it, Sola. You’re a VP now. Things are going to be different. Maybe they aren't going to be so nice on the executive floor. Maybe they are going to have unrealistic expectations from you.”

“What would you have done, Julia, huh?”

“I don’t know. I wasn't in that situation, but I don’t think I would've reacted that way.”

“Not only did I storm out of the room, but I also used some very choice words for each and every one of them. I mean who did they think they were to come at me like that?”

“Your bosses, Sola. You said it was the President and Board of Commissioners. Did you forget that?”

“It doesn't matter. I didn't appreciate the approach. Had Mr. Hughberger just notified me yesterday about the meeting today, I could’ve been better prepared.”

“Did something just happen over night?”


“Did he say he forgot?”

“I don’t remember. He may have. It was all a blur to be honest. After I went on my spill about the miscommunication, I sort of forgot everything else.”

“Did you listen for his logic?”

“No,” I replied crossing my arms as I sat back in my chair. “What’s your point though? You know it was wrong.”

“I guess my point is that even if the protocol was a little out of order, Sola, your reaction wasn’t any better. This isn’t the first time you’ve allowed your feelings to get in the way of something.” I sort of understood what she meant. She had some legitimacy to what she was saying. Ten years previously I found myself out of a job because I flew off the handle to my supervisor. I literally cursed him out and threw all of his paperwork from his desk in the garbage. “You’re not twenty or even thirty anymore, Sola. You’ve got a husband, children, and even more people that depend on you. Do you want to go home and have to explain why you aren’t VP anymore? You got to do things a little differently don’t you think?”

“Maybe,” I said shrugging my shoulders and sitting further back in my seat. “You’ve always said ‘don’t let your feelings get in the way of your freedom’.” A smirk sort of appeared on my face because she was making sense.

“Basically. Your freedom being your life, Sola. You know I love you, but what you did today could cost you a lot. Even if you don’t lose your job like the last time, you’re losing some respect that you’re going to need around that office. If your bosses don’t respect you, how can you get respect from your employees?”

“Aren’t you the first female vice president for the firm?”


“Do you want to be the last?”

“I don’t. I guess this is bigger than me. You’re right, Julia. As much as I hate to say it, you are,” I said rolling my eyes.

Laughing in reply, “Aren’t I always, Sola? Twenty years in and I haven’t steered you wrong yet. Get used to it.”

“I know you’ve got my back girl. And I guess I’ve got something I need to go do, huh?”

“Uhhhh… yeah… You’ve been on the phone too long with me. You should’ve been doing it a few hours ago. Let me get back to work so you can take care of your business. I need my little ole job.”

“Bye girl,” I replied hanging up the phone. I turned towards my computer and took a deep breath. I wasn’t good at admitting my mistakes, but I knew I’d made one that I had to go fix. Pushing myself away from the desk, I got up to head towards Mr. Hughberger’s office.

As I walked out of my office and two offices down, I could feel my heart rate picking up. Apologizing was still a rather new concept for me. My hands were a bit sweaty and my hairline began to feel wet. The skin around my spine tensed up and I almost tripped over my shoe just as I got to Mr. Hughberger secretary’s desk. Talk about nervous.

I wiped my forehead just as his secretary, Ms. Tipton, asked, “How are you today, Ms. Ragsdale? Are you here to see Mr. Hughberger?”

“I am,” I replied.

She reached for the telephone and replied, “One second ‘hun, he’s been waiting on you all day.” All day? Should I have come to him earlier? I thought about what Julia had just told me. Maybe I really had messed up this time. “He says to come on in,” she said hanging up the phone with him.

I nodded my head, attempting to look as confident as possible as I walked passed Ms. Tipton’s desk. I pushed Mr. Hughberger’s door open slowly.

“Come on in, Ms. Ragsdale,” he said in a demanding voice. He didn’t sound too pleased that I was entering, but I guess I couldn’t expect him to. “Have a seat at the conference table.” He pointed to the specific chair for me to sit in. It faced his desk where he sat with his arms perched.

“Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Hughberger,” I replied.

“I admit I expected you to come earlier. You know you were very unruly earlier today,” he said with a raised eyebrow. Taking a deep breath, he continued, “The Board was very displeased with your actions, disgusted I’d say even.”

“I can understand why they may feel that way.”

“What do you have to say for yourself?” He began fidgeting with a letter sized yellow envelope that read ‘CONFIDENTIAL’ as he questioned me.

“I can say that I may have been caught up in my emotions. I felt a little cheated in being able to respond.”

“Cheated how, Ms. Ragsdale?”

“You all were asking me questions that I couldn’t have been able to answer without being given due time to prepare. You didn’t tell me the meeting was even going to take place. I didn’t know what the meeting was about when I walked in. There I was sitting in front of you and Board looking like a buck-eye nitwit. You can’t know what that feels like.” I looked at him square in the eyes. I wanted to be honest, but didn’t want to put my shoe any further in my mouth. He stared back. I didn’t think I had anything else to say.

“Go on. That couldn’t be all. Not with the display you put on today. I thought I’d hear you say more than just that.”

“Well it is,” I sat to the edge of my chair. “I wasn’t able to answer the questions about budget without reviewing the weekly report. I wasn’t able to answer questions about performance without getting with my managers the day before. You all left me speechless.”

“Let’s stop there, Ms. Ragsdale. Your display didn’t equal being unable to answer questions. Are you sure there isn’t something else?”

“I’m sure.”

“I’m surprised,” he said pushing himself back from his desk. “Do you know how many meetings I’ve been in and not had all the answers or all the information I needed to give the right feedback?” He stood up from his chair and walked towards me with the envelope in his hand.

“I don’t.”

“My first week on the job as vice president of human resources, I was asked to stand before the Board and tell them what my five year plan was for the organization,” he sat on the front edge of his desk. “I hadn’t had time to even think about what my plan for the month was, let alone five years.”

“What did you do?”

“Not what you did. I didn’t curse out the Board. I didn’t even shutter at the question,” he looked down at the envelope. “I just asked that they consider the fact that I was just hired within the last week as vice president and requested I be able to present that information the following week.”
“Did they give you that extension?”

“Not at all, but they didn’t lose respect for me or my position either.” He extended the yellow envelope to me. “Open that please.” I accepted the letter and began to open it as he instructed. I didn’t want to, but I did as told. My heart rate began to speed up as I tore back the glued part. I began reading the letter a bit shocked that it was a request for my resignation from the Board. “Do you understand what impression you left on the Board this morning?”

The nervousness I felt before I walked into his office couldn’t compare to what I felt as I continued to read the letter. I guess the Board had seen enough of me and my emotions. “Is there anything I can do to reverse this recommendation, Mr. Hughberger? I didn’t want this to happen. And yes, maybe I did overreact, but a forced resignation can’t be the fair result, can it?”

“That was my point when I met with them this afternoon, Ms. Ragsdale.”

“And what did they say?”

He walked over to the conference table and had a seat next to me. “They weren’t on my team, but I fought hard for you. I know what I saw in you when I hired you for the VP position. I saw strength. I saw confidence. I saw competence. I saw hardworking and a good person that could manage the finances of this company,” he said pausing. “What I didn’t see was an emotional, irrational person that couldn’t handle a little pressure. What you did today was unacceptable and inexcusable.”

“But, Mr. Hughberger…”

“I’m not finished. They decided not to force this letter through once I was spoke my peace.”

I blew out a breath of relief, “Thank you so much, Mr. Hughberger.”

“You’re not out of the woods yet, Ms. Ragsdale,” I shook my head in agreement. “You’ve got a lot to prove now. I think the respect was there before, but it has definitely diminished now. I don’t want to scare you, but you’re on eggshells with the Board now.”

“I understand, Mr. Hughberger.”

“No one ever said this job would be easy. No one expects you to know everything, but we do expect you to know how to best respond with the information you do have. Emotions have no place in this position. They will get you out the door easily. You can go ahead and tear that letter up,” he continued before pausing. “But then again, I’d recommend you keep it as a reminder.”

“Yes sir. Thank you. I will be sure to take heed to your words.”

“You’re excused now and can head back to your office.”

I stood up from my seat and walked out the door. As I closed the door, I was finally able to release my nerves. I stood against the opposite side of the door with my head against it. I held the letter against my chest and took it all in. I wasn’t going to let my feelings get in my way, ever again. 

Thursday, May 17, 2012

"Faith Greater than Fear"

I stood at the top of the mountain inhaling the fresh air of the highest elevation I'd ever experienced in my life. Jonathan, my husband of twenty-two years, pulled me close from behind whispering, "Isn't this beautiful, baby? This is what the top of the world must look like." We were so high up that all could be seen below were clouds of fog and speckles of what once were living trees on our way to the top of the mountain. Before we began, I remember having negated thoughts of fear regarding the climb. While I was eager to take on the challenge, I was also nervous about the uncertainties and unforeseen challenges I assumed would be along our journey. We prayed prior to our first steps and there was no going back from that point forward.

I remember looking back at Jonathan and some of the other climbers every so many feet, but felt something pushing me to keep at my goal. Midway through the climb, my fear began to leave. While I had been nervous and concerned, continuing up that mountain revealed to me that my faith was greater than my fear. And even my breathing, while usually projected to become more restricted, became less restricted. My muscles began to loosen rather than tighten from the defined miles of our path. Again, I felt my faith becoming greater than my fear. It no longer mattered if I was unsure of how stable my next step would be. Nor did it surround my thoughts if someone's step above me would send debris and I tumbling back down. I knew my faith had become greater than my fear.

On the way up we saw small little birds flying with their wings spread wide as if they were big like eagles. As we reached the top of the mountain, I began to feel as strong as the birds. The birds that I once considered to be small proved that their size had nothing to do with the lack of defeat they possessed. Out of all the situations I'd experienced in my life, none were as exhilarating as I found climbing to the top of this mountain to be. The scenery was breath-taking. As Jonathan held me I took a moment to close my eyes and thank God for the opportunity to see a different side of His creation.

It also gave me a moment to realize that had it not been for His creations, His mercies and grace I never would have been able to absorb the sight. There were so many instances in my past when I allowed my fear to overcome my faith. When there were doubts, I let them succumb my ability to succeed. The days I felt nothing but despair, I chose to believe the desolated attitude could not be eliminated by thoughts of success and greatness. Had He not given me another day to learn who He was, I never would have seen "the top of the world" as Jonathan so descriptively stated. I promised myself from that moment on, I'd never take another person, thing, or situation for granted. The challenges I'd talked myself into believing would exist never presented themselves. It happens too often that we allow our fears to succumb our faith; our destinies for greatness. It's amazing to realize that with faith, our fears become faulty. I learned a late life lesson, but I learned it nonetheless. I had finally learned that I had nothing to fear because my faith was in the right place.

Friday, March 23, 2012

"The Crab"

“Girl, so there I was sitting at the table next to the dance floor and I look over at the door and low and behold it’s Shelia with the same shirt I was wearing!” Jacqueline said as she rolled her eyes and huffed and puffed. “I felt violated. Heck I’d even say embarrassed. You’d think buying from online catalogs would save you from something like that,” Jacqueline said to Patrice in a voice of disgust. They sat in the company cafeteria over breakfast before their work day started. It was a regular routine of theirs to have breakfast together. After working four years sitting next to each other in the Accounting office as clerks, the two of them found a unique bond. Shelia had just walked past them to enter the serving line. After she spoke to them both and they returned the greeting, Jacqueline quickly went in on her experience with “the shirt” at the company’s annual customer service dinner.

“Calm down. Don’t have a heart attack. Don’t even worry about it,” Patrice responded.

“Well, so you know, I burned it. I refuse to be seen in something another woman in this building has on. I must be original, ‘hun. Always,” Jacqueline replied. She snapped her fingers and threw her nose straight into the air like a jet heading north.

“You burned it, Jackie?!?!” Patrice asked in surprise.

“Yeah. Wouldn’t you? I mean the same exact shirt, Pat. Not just a plain old white tee or something of the like, but a designer shirt with gold and silver embroidered diamond studs on the shoulder. You get it?” Jacqueline threw her hands in the air as to question Patrice’s intelligence about fashion etiquette.

“Honestly, I don’t. I mean it’s just a shirt, Jackie. Unless there was some terminal illness soaking through the shirt, Jackie, I would’ve kept it,” Patrice replied. She started shaking her head and rubbing her forehead in confusion.

Looking Patrice’s attire up and down, Jacqueline replied, “Humph, figures.” Patrice was wearing black clog shoes with a long brown skirt and purple shirt. Just then, Gloria from Legal walked past them to enter the serving line. “What about Gloria?”

“Maybe I’m missing something. What about her?”

“It’s obvious she always wants attention. The way she’s always volunteering for something. If it’s not to facilitate a meeting, it’s to coordinate a program or event. Don’t you just hate when she does that? I mean, let someone else get the shine sometimes.”

“Do you ever volunteer for anything?”

Hesitant with her response, Jacqueline said, “They don’t ever ask me. If they asked I’d volunteer. I love helping out.” Patrice shook her head again. Patrice knew she could remember a few instances where management asked for volunteers to facilitate meetings and Jacqueline would rant and rave about how she was not going to get involved with anything; how she already had enough work to do.

“You ought to try asking if there’s something you can help out with. I’m sure management would appreciate it.”

“That’s just silly, Patrice. Who has time for that? Not me. If they want my help they need to ask. You may want to do that, not me,” Jacqueline began snickering at the idea Patrice threw out. They continued to eat their breakfast. Jacqueline took her time eating her sausage croissant. Patrice paced herself eating her eggs and bacon knowing they only had a few more minutes before their shift started.

“Hey Patrice. Hey Jacqueline,” Orlando said to them both as he walked past them to enter the serving line. “They got anything good this morning?” He was a jovial guy. Always upbeat and friendly.

“I think so,” Patrice answered and laughed.

“Take your chances, Orlando. I mean this sandwich is ok, but I could’ve cooked it better,” Jaqueline interjected.

He looked from side to side because he felt her response was a little peculiar. Everyone that ate breakfast in the cafeteria knew that Jacqueline frequently ate the sausage croissant. “Uh… ok, then. I’m going to make it up here and see if I can get lucky like Patrice. You two have a great day.” He walked away and headed to the front of the line.

“Now you haven’t complained all this time about your sandwich. Is it really bad?” Patrice quickly asked Jacqueline.

“It’s edible, but the meat could’ve been cooked a little longer. Doesn’t his friendliness irk you? I mean it’s cool to be nice and all, but dang, all the time? You don’t ever have a day when you just don’t want to say anything to anyone?”

“Jacqueline, we’ve been sitting here for about twenty minutes and I haven’t heard anything nice come out of your mouth. One person after the next, you're either just saying random negative stuff or going in on everyone that comes through the line. What’s up with that?”

Rolling her eyes, Jacqueline replied, “You’re overreacting or being sensitive. Which is it?”

“Neither. I’m finished eating. That’s what I am. Going to my desk and I plan to have a positive day, ma’am. Hopefully you can have a positive life,” Patrice responded. She stood up from the table, smiled and left out the cafeteria. Jacqueline just rolled her eyes again, crossed her arms, and continued to sit at the bottom of the barrel - alone.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

"Lying Lionel"

It didn’t matter what you asked or didn’t ask Lionel. Eight out of ten times, the response he gave you needed to be filtered. If you asked him where he was from, he’d tell you he was from his hometown of Moss Point, MS. - that’s if he trusted you. Keep in mind, I said he’s a liar and liars don’t trust other people - for obvious reasons. So, most of the times, he told you was from some city he wished he could travel to or had just read about in the latest vacation magazine. No one really knew how old he was or what he did for a living. What people did know was that his five foot eleven, athletic build was very charming and had a way with words. In some cases, he talked so quick and with wit you almost didn’t catch what he really said.

I first met Lionel one night following one of the town’s highly attended college football games. The tailgating had gone on for hours. Spirits were high. Fashions and their colorful owners were out to enjoy some of the festivities. As we stood in line in front of the one way in and out club, I noticed Lionel looking at me as he leaned against the E-class silver glassed window Benz. His well tailored gray pants and pin toe shoes, with his muscle v-neck tee matched perfectly. He had diamonds shining from his ears and a nice chain hanging around his neck. He winked at me and I smiled back. Not to seem too eager, I turned my head and kept on inside the club with Fiona.
Once we got passed security and the cashier, we headed straight for the ladies room. “Girl, did you see that dude squawking you down out there?” Fiona asked as she combed her hair for the fifth straight time since the club parking lot. I leaned on the wall next to the hand dryer waiting on her.
Laughing, I replied, “Yeah, I saw him, but you know how these club guys are. Full of it, ‘hun!”
Side-eyeing me, “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Paige.”
“Yeah, sure I don’t. Like you do. What ever happened to Phil and Gilner?”
“Whatever, Paige,” she replied, rolling her eyes. Phil and Gilner were the last two guys she met in a club. Phil turned out to be married with two mistresses. Gilner ended up setting her up and having his boys break in her house. I’m telling you, I will not deal with someone I met in the club. “You don’t know who God got for you. You ‘gone miss your blessing.” She was so sure of herself. She pointed her finger in my face with her lip gloss as she said those words, but I knew better. I just smiled and gestured her towards the door.
The after party was jumping. The purple, green, and blue lights were beaming from the walls and off peoples’ bodies, the tables, everywhere in the club. The music was banging. You could see and hear the frats and sororities chanting and stepping around the dance floor. I was feeling the mood and the vibe of the club. It felt good. I felt like my pink mini skirt and pumps were fly with my black belt and purse. I pulled Fiona to the dance floor so we could let loose. We laughed as we two-stepped and shook what our mommas gave us. When a slow song came on we decided to head to the bar for some drinks. When we made it to the bar, I found myself standing next to Lionel. He was leaning up against the bar with his leg crossed like a scene with Billy D Williams in it. I was a little tickled by his assurance, maybe confidence, but he sure was entertaining me. Surprisingly, he had two chairs waiting for us.  
He looked at me and smiled as pulled my chair out for me. “My name is Lionel,” he yelled. He then pulled out Fiona’s chair. Chivalrous. Rare, I thought.
As he sat in his chair, I yelled back, “My name is Paige!” We shook hands and smiled again.
“Nice to meet you, Paige. Would you and your friend like something to drink?”
“That’s nice, but…” I began before being shoved in my side by Fiona.
“We’ll take two vodkas and cranberries, Lionel. Hi, I’m Fiona,” she interrupted. She leaned over me to shake his hand. She gave me a look like, ‘Girl please, you betta’ get these drinks’. She was a trip. I obliged and so the bartender took our orders.
“So, you come here often?” Lionel asked me.
“Nah. I’m not really into the club scene. I’ve been here once or twice with my girl here. She really likes these spots.”
“Yeah, my boys asked me to drive ‘em over here. You know how some friends can be? Always need ‘ya,” he laughed as he blew on a ring that was supposed to be pricey I guess - bling they call it.
“Uh, yeah,” I answered slightly confused about the joke.
“You from around here? You don’t seem like the chicks I usually see around here.”
“Been living here all my life, Lionel.”
“Oh ok. Well, you did say you don’t get out much. So, you want to dance or something?”
“I’m a little tapped out right now, Lionel. I think Fiona wore me out, out there.” Besides his conversation becoming less entertaining than his persona by the minute, my feet were really feeling it from hitting that dance floor.
“That’s cool too. So, how about we catch up later after the club?  Maybe we can meet up for breakfast,” he said leaning over in my ear ensuring I heard what he was asking.
“Uh, we’ll see, Lionel.”
“I mean ain’t no need to be worried, Paige. I got you. You saw me outside leaning on my car. I got too much to lose to be out here on some funny stuff. You get what I’m saying?”
“I hear ‘ya Lionel. I tell you what. I’m going to head to the ladies room with Fiona and I’ll catch up with you later, ok?” I responded quickly getting out of my seat and tugging Fiona to follow me to the ladies room.  I considered that a close call to hell and needed to get up asap. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten those drinks.
We made it to the restroom safely with no hassles from Lionel. At least he wasn’t a pushy guy. When we came out he was nowhere to be found. We made a break for the dance floor for the rest of the night. I put my feet through hell, but the mood was still smooth for me. Between the dancing and the vodka and cranberry I had earlier, we were on the floor until about thirty minutes before the club closed. We decided we’d had enough for the night and was headed towards the car when we found Lionel standing next to the red Corvette my dad bought for my birthday. I stopped in my tracks a bit perturbed by his appearance, even more by him standing next to my car.
“Glad I didn’t miss you!” he yelled out as we started back walking towards the car. He had a big grin on his face as if I’d be happy to see him.
“What are you doing over here, Lionel?”
“Well I guess I ran into some bad luck. I lost my car keys in the club and found out that my car has been stolen. And can you believe my boys gone?” he said as if any of that sounded believable.
“You mean they just left you here without a ride,” Fiona asked like she believed him.
I shook my head. “So, what do you want?” I asked.
“Well, I’m staying at my aunts while I’m here in town and just need a lift over there. Can you help me out?”
“Why me? Where are your boys? Why not call them?” I answered rolling my eyes. I was disgusted at his poor attempt to convince me that any of it would be true.
“Like I said, Paige. They left me. It’s only about fifteen minutes from here. I promise,” he replied blowing on his fake ring again.
“I thought you said you were from around here?” I asked, trying to pull his lying card.
“I didn’t say that. I said I hadn’t seen you around here before. I visit my aunt quite a bit.”
“Stop interrogating the man and just give him a ride, Paige. You tripping,” Fiona voluntarily interjected again. I wished she’d just shut up.

“Thanks, Fiona,” he said nodding his hand in appreciation for her support.

“Look,” I said rolling my eyes. “If you get in this car, I don’t want any mess. I mean it.” I couldn’t believe I was about to let a stranger in my car with my friend at two o’clock in the morning. How “America’s Most Wanted” was that?
We all got in the car and started towards his aunt’s house. The entire time he talked about his condo in L.A., the celebrity friends he supposedly had, and his Porsche that he was getting re-painted. The night that had been super live turned out to be a super joke. When we finally made it to his “aunt’s” house, I found myself in a cove of run down houses across the street from a stream of what look like halfway houses. The cars outside the house we stopped at were mounted on three legs with concrete blocks for their wheels. The gray wired gates were unbound in spots and the driveways were cracked up with rocks for the kids to throw during the day. There were stray dogs and cats out rummaging through the garbage cans. I couldn’t believe this is where I was dropping Lionel off. He was at the club perpetrating and falsifying the truth, trying to get me caught up. This was the exact reason I never talked to anyone in the club. You never know what you’re going to get. Maybe it’s just my luck, but I think my rule is about as truthful as its going to get for me. I dropped Lying Lionel off at his “aunt’s” house and I hope I never see him winking at me again.