“The Happy Daddy”

My sister was dating a guy that she was head over heels in love with. This guy was both pleasant and respectable to my family, but I just did not like him. One day, while I was headed to my friend’s home, I saw him talking to a woman and holding a baby in his arms. He was looking down lovingly at the baby. I called out to him to let him know that I was nearby. The first look on his face was shock then he smiled and said hello to me. I kept looking at him as he nervously handed the baby over to the mother. Now my little inquisitive button started to twitch; I got closer to where he was standing, and I asked, “Is that your baby?” He looked at me and was fumbling for the answer, but the woman said, “Oh yes, he is the happy daddy.” He looked cornered, so I decided to play it nice. I said to the woman. “Cute baby, you both did great and I know he will be an outstanding father. She went on to say that he was at the hospital when she had the baby, and he never left her side. I told them I wished them the best then I made a detour and headed home. The meeting with my friend had to wait. My sister needed to here about this man. The moment I walked into the house I was in shock. He beat me to it. The happy daddy was in our home, sitting and chatting happily with my sister.

“Give Them Rope”

How could you talk to him and keep a straight face, knowing what you know about his wife? You are two deceitful women, yet I wonder if you don’t feel a bit hurt and guilty. You know, that she is sleeping with Tom, Dick, Harry; even Joe, your brother, is also nesting there. I looked at this distasteful situation, and wondered what is going through your minds. She says he is a good father and husband, he works for long hours, and when he gets paid, he gives her all the money. You know that she spends it freely. 'NO’ is a word she said that he never says to her. Any time she tells him she is going out partying or hanging out with her friends, he always says, ‘go and have fun’. It makes my stomach turn when I see the both of you talking and smiling happily with him. I used to call him a pussy, then he left and I said to my self, “YEAH!” I now understand what he was doing. He was giving her the rope to hang herself.

“A Windbag”

My friend stood in front of me, angrily accusing me of telling others about a private conversation she and I had. When we spoke, she told me that I was the only person she was telling about it, and do not tell anyone. I promised her that I wouldn’t. Although what she told me was explosive, and would create a stir, I didn’t even tell my best friend.
I told her that I didn’t tell anyone, and she must have told it to someone else. She said that she didn’t. I became angry and said, “Do me a favor. When you see me just say hello and goodbye, so that we wouldn’t share any private and confidential matters.”
“So what are you saying, you want to end our friendship? If that’s how you feel, then that’s fine with me,”
“Okay, goodbye.”
We both walked away, in opposite directions. I was angry, and decided if she was going to blame me for spilling her business, then I was going to tell my best friend every thing. I phoned my best friend and started telling her what transpired then she said, “Hold your last word. She told me the story, and asked me not to tell anyone, so I didn’t even tell you.”
“What! So she must have told it to others?”
“I am sure she did.”

“He Hung Up”

I met him on a number of occasions at random places as we walked by. We didn’t say anything to each other, but always gave a friendly smile. I thought that he was a very distinguished gentleman. There were times when I wished he would speak to me. Our meeting finally came at a cocktail party. We were introduced, and he acted as though he never saw me before. I felt a bit insulted, but he spoke to me most of the night and I did enjoy talking to him. The night ended with us exchanging phone numbers and promising to stay in touch. I was anxious to hear from him, but I waited patiently for his phone call. After three weeks went by, and not seeing or hearing from him, I decided to phone him. When he answered the phone I spent more than 10 minutes trying to refresh his memory of where we met. When he remembered he didn’t seem pleased that I called. I told him I just wanted to say hello. He said that he was busy, but would call me then he hung up…

“Blinded by Jealousy”

He stood next to his brother, and listened to him, as he said his vows to the woman he thought that he loved. His calm pleasant demeanor didn’t indicate that he was upset. Blinded by his hurt, he didn’t see his best friend sitting in the congregation. She was in love with him, and she wanted him to see that she was experiencing her own hurt. The happy couple left for their honeymoon, and the guests left. He sat, slumped down in a chair. His best friend walked through the door. She was an attractive woman with great poise. For the first time he really saw her and his heart suddenly was joyous. It was beating so wildly that he looked down to see if it was showing through his shirt. This had never happened to him before, and he was shocked.
She smiled as though she was happy to see him and he smiled because he was overjoyed to see her. He suddenly wanted her to be more than his best friend. How could he tell her that he loved her and he wants to marry her?
“Damn! How blind I was by jealousy? How can I clean up the mess I made? For months I was telling her about my brother and how I hated him for stealing my girl. I told her this morning before the wedding that I felt the same way about him and I am still in love with my sister-in-law. How am I going to fix this?”

A Lucky Woman”

She was sitting on the step thinking about her life. For the past eight years, her husband has been abusive. She didn’t tell anyone, because she felt ashamed. The last time he beat her, she couldn’t go to work for 3 days. His beatings got more brutal, and she felt he was going to eventually kill her. She felt sad that she did not have children. He did not want any, and he made sure she used some form of contraceptive. Her life was centered on the things he liked and disliked. She tried her best to please him, but it was never enough. The only time she felt happy was the time she spent with her dog, she named Happy. Her husband told her to get rid of Happy, and how he hated the name, but she told him no. He did not say anything else about it. Happy came running up to her, barking and excited for her to follow him. She did not want to move, but after he was making such a raucous, she got up and started to walk away. A loud crash, then a splatter, made her jump and she turned around. The concrete plant pot that was on the upstairs balcony fell on the spot she was sitting. She looked up, and there was her husband smiling.
“You are a lucky woman,” he said.

His X

He did not say anything about his X. I wondered why they broke up, but I didn’t ask. Eventually, his mother and sisters with their chatty selves told me a few things about her. I listened, but had no comments, because, I was thinking that it is typical of a mother, and sister to trash their son/brother’s woman. It didn’t take long for me to find out that they were all right about this woman. One night, we were at a party and were just standing talking to each other. A guy he knew came up to him and they started to talk. In the most tactless way this guy said, “Did you divorce that woman yet?”
“He said, “ Yeah man.”
“It’s about time. Everyone in the neighborhood used to talk about you. They used to say how stupid you were, because this woman was playing herself out there. She was even with her best friend’s brother. They used to talk about how they used to get it on in your home.”
“He said. “Man I knew, but I stayed because of the children. I left after I knew they would be okay. I know she is trashing me down there, but I do my part. I still take care of the children, although she tells them that I don’t.”
“I stood there flabbergasted and embarrassed for my man. He in turned put his hand around my waist and pulled me closer.

A Perfectly Matched Couple

I stood sipping a glass of white wine, while my friends were all dancing. I saw a handsome man talking to his friends. They were all laughing at something he said. He looked at me, nodded his head, and smiled. I smiled, thinking how nice it would be to speak to him, but I didn’t keep his gaze, turned my head and scanned the room . He came up to me and asked me to dance. We danced 3 sets, and then he offered to get me another glass of wine, which I accepted, and he got a beer for himself. We stood talking, and he had me laughing. He was such a gentleman that when he told me his wife would be here soon, I didn’t feel upset. One of my friends walked up to us. She knew him, so she started talking to him, telling him my name, and who my relatives were. He turned to me and said, “We’ve been dancing and chatting, and weren’t officially introduced; now that we have been, let’s dance again. When we started dancing he said, “I don’t like chatty women.” I started to laugh because I found her to be too presumptuous. We eventually found another spot, and started talking again. An unattractive woman walked in and his face lit up.
“Here comes my wife.”
The woman smiled, and her face changed from unattractive to just beautiful.
“Hi sweetheart,” he said and kissed her lips, hugged her, tightly then introduced her to me.
She smiled very warmly, and shook my hand.
I smiled at her and was thinking, what a perfectly matched couple they are.

Enchantress/Deceiver/Seductress

Teresa always flirts with Jeff then one day she invited him out.
“Aren’t you Larry’s girlfriend?” he asked.
“Yes, but I won’t tell him if you don’t.”
“I can’t go out with you.”
“Your loss. You don’t know what you’re going to be missing out on.”
“And I don’t care.”
After that conversation, Jeff thought it was over, until Larry confronted him, accusing him of going after Teresa. He told Larry that he did not, and they started to argue. Larry was now accusing him of calling his girl a liar. Teresa had a happy smirk on her face as she looked at them arguing. The argument was going on and on. Some students gathered around egging it on. There was no end in sight, so Jeff realized that he had to end it. “Larry I am sorry, and I apologize.”
“Don’t apologize to me man. Apologize to my girl.”
Jeff turned to Teresa and the first thing he wanted to do is, slap the smirk off of her face. This would cause a physical altercation between him and Larry so he apologized to her. She looked as though she just hit gold.
When Jeff arrived home, he told his parents what happened.
His father asked, “Is her name Jezebel?”
“No,” he said, and he smiled.
“I wonder what her future would be like,” said his mother.
“What I don’t like is that in most cases, the male always gets chastised. The female is left as though she is innocent, and she plays the part well. From time immemorial she is, has been and will always be an enchantress, a deceiver, a seductress… I could go on and on with this. Just be on your guard,” said his father.

"Like/Dislike"

I don’t like you!” she said.
“Okay, but thanks for sharing,” I said.
“What?” she asked.
“If you could ask me what, you heard me.”
My friends all started laughing then one of them said, “You are not upset by what she said?”
“No. That is her opinion.”
“Yeah, but why did she have to say it to you?”
“I am happy that she did because now I know that I have to stay out of her way.”
“So this is the grain of salt thing with you again?”
“Yeah I took it with a grain of salt, because in life you wouldn’t like everyone you meet, and everyone you meet wouldn’t like you.”