Free Running Away From Love by Jessica Tamara

mind. I liked him and we only have been on one date so far. I liked everything I had seen so far. He was confident, sweet, funny, and just sexy as hell. He seemed to be the complete package. I wondered was this really him, or just what he wanted me to see. I always wondered when I meet a guy what his motives are. I mean everybody wants something, and with him I wasn’t sure just yet. I wondered what I could really be to him. Was I just another pretty face, or someone he was truly interested in getting to know?
    As I washed off my makeup I looked down at my phone and saw I had an unread text message. As I looked it was a message from Q telling me goodnight. I smiled as I responded back saying good night with a smiley face. Before I went to bed I made sure to message London telling her all about my date. I would have never imagined I would date a professional athlete. I didn’t think I was pretty enough to attract a man like that. Men like him seemed to only date video girls, singers, socialites, mixed women, exotic women, and models. You rarely hear about black men with money dating a 100% African-American woman. Maybe Lebron and Dwayne Wade, but that’s it! It seemed like once a black man got some money, a black woman isn’t good enough. I couldn’t help but relish in the idea that I would be getting to know him a lot more. As I laid in my bed I was trying to convince myself not to get too excited about Quincy. I didn’t want to get my hopes up just yet. I mean yes I can see the potential there, but I wasn’t sure just yet. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to get him off of my mind. So I closed my eyes and let myself feel free to see him in my dreams.
                 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 3:
     
                  The next day as I was cleaning up around my house when my doorbell rang. I knew who it was. I felt myself begin to get excited to see him again. As soon as I realized what I was doing I forced myself to stop before I opened the door. As I opened the door there he stood in a Jordan tracksuit.
    I smiled. “So you really are a man of your word. I’m impressed.”
    I opened the door wider, and welcomed him inside. As he walked in he kissed me lightly on the cheek.
    He said “I told you I was a man of my word. So where do we begin?”
    I pointed to the numerous boxes that were still piled up in the corners of my apartment and said, “Pick any corner you want. I have so much crap I need to get unpacked, but it’s mainly my clothes and shoes.”
    As we began to unpack my things I couldn’t help but stare at him. I was genuinely intrigued. There had to be something I could point out to make myself not like and want him. As I continued to stare at him I just couldn’t find even one little flaw. Could it be that I could actually see myself with him? It was unheard of for my overly cautious ass to come to that conclusion so quickly.
                  I wondered if he would even have enough patience to deal with me. He really has no idea the extent to how difficult I could actually be. I know that after my experience with Trey it will take a patient, and strong man to even attempt to love me. That isn’t even the hard part I think. The hard part would be me letting a man love me, and for me to love him back just the same. I will be the first to admit I have serious relationship issues. But I have no idea where to begin to heal from all of my past issues.
    He broke the silence as he said “So you’re going to be the new big time editor over at Vibe , huh? I bet your going to meet all those famous men, and they are going to think you’re the shit. Sexy and professional is definitely a turn on for any man.”
    I laughed. “No, I don’t mix business with pleasure. When I’m on my job I’m all about my business, and