Part 1: Aaron and Whitney

It was confusing to me how women behaved. Before I got with Tyasia no female wanted me or paid me any attention. I guess men that had their shit together: their own car, house, legal job, and that respect women and wanted to do nothing but love them were corny.  I wasn’t the most attractive guy. I was tall and skinny, but I had a six-pack. I wore glasses, had no tattoos or piercings, and I didn’t cuss or sag my pants. 

When I met Tyasia I was thrilled, although she was not the type of woman I was normally attracted to, it was just nice to have a woman give me her attention. My cousin had hooked us up on a blind date trying to play hitch. 

Although she was rough around the edges I felt a vibe between us so I perused her. But the vibe we had didn’t keep us together long. After a year and a half and countless efforts to fight for us, I gave up and walked away from Tysia and got the title of being a low down dirty dog. 

  It was shocking to hear myself being described in such a way. Me, the church boy, the momma’s boy. Me, a low down dirty dog. The honest truth was that when we were together I adored Tyasia. I saw potential in her that she didn’t see in herself. I listened to her when she talked about her dreams and did my best to show her I was here for her. She told me about her rough life growing up and how it was still rough for her. So, I showed her a new world. 

I brought her to church with me, even though she didn’t like it or truly understand why we went.  Then I moved her into my place so money could stop being an issue for her. I honestly showed her that in this relationship her problems were my problems as well and I’d do anything for her. I was her man and as her man, I was going to provide everything I could, protect her, encourage her, uplift her spiritually and emotionally, and then satisfy her sexually. 

I even brought her all-new clothes to help her build the image as the businesswoman she said she wanted to be. I literally took a hood rat and made a suburban woman out of it. Once she had the look I introduced her to new people that could help her reach her goal of opening a spa. 

But just as much as I changed Tyasia she changed me too. She talked me into getting my first tattoo, and then it was piercing my ears. I went from glasses to contacts. Jordans, and timberlands became a part of my attire when I wasn’t working. I grew out a beard and according to my momma, I became a nice-looking sinner.

    But none of that mattered or was even good enough. Five months after I stood next to her at the grand opening of her spa, I found out that She cheated on me with some local drug dealer. From what I was told she was even running his drugs through the spa.  I was so hurt. After all I did for her. But even still I didn’t disrespect her as she did me.  I left her the apartment and I got a new one. I regrouped, refocused, healed, and moved forward. 

But then the lies began. Tyasia ended up telling her friends that she actually found me cheating on her and That she put me out. I was automatically labeled and there was nothing I could do about it because females always believe each other. Word traveled fast when you had loud mouths, ghetto girls in your business and before I knew it the image they painted of me wasn’t even someone I knew. 

    But it was funny even with being known as a dog; girls flooded my inbox on Facebook, Instagram, and Snapchat left and right. Most of them knew about me and Tyasia. Some were even bold even to ask me about her and if we were still involved. And when I answered no they would send me nudes and offer me their bodies and told me how much better they were than her. A few of Tyasia’s friends even slid in my inbox. It was cool because for once the church boy was getting more pussy than ever imagined.

  But with as many women I had recycling through my phone and bed, I still felt alone. It was a feeling I couldn’t even explain to my homeboys because they were so busy praising me for the women I was encountering. It was something I couldn’t explain. I had some of the baddest females in my town sweating me, but I honestly desired someone to call my own.

My parents had been married for years and I didn’t want to be 40 still having pointless sex. I wanted a wife, to have kids, to have a union as they talk about in the bible. I wanted a family. 

But with the experience I had with Tyasia and my one previous ex maybe I wasn’t the dating type and just needed to be single and live this playboy lifestyle. I mean it was way easier because it was all most of these women wanted anyway nowadays. No one wants a relationship anymore or to be committed to someone and have to work to keep it together. Those were the mindsets my parent's generation had. The generation I lived in was so busy trying to play the other person so they didn’t get played. 

Then I came across Whitney. The day she stepped into my parents church was like a movie. I watched her in amazement. Her beauty was like a breath of fresh air. She was a real woman, beautiful, classy, and smart. She wasn’t dressed like other women I got used to; that looked like they were trying to be the next big Instagram model. She covered her body but made it sexy. 

I was so caught up with her beauty that one of my sisters had to remind me to close my mouth as I watched her walk around for offering. I looked up at the altar to see if my parents were watching and my dad was in his bible. But my mom was looking at me and smiling.

 When she joined my parent's church I had to do my research on her and found out she was new to town. I watched her for a few Sundays and it hit me this was the perfect situation. She didn’t know anything about my past and I could completely be myself without someone already putting a picture of me in her mind.

  Finally, I got myself together and I approached her after church on a random Sunday and asked her out for coffee. I had already prepared myself for her to say no. But it would be a start and at least get her to notice me.  but to my surprise, she agreed. We went to a local coffee shop and talked. She told me how she had gotten an accounting job offer here making more money and that's why she was here. I praised her for deciding to move to better herself in her career. 

She told me that she really moved for a fresh start. After her and her ex had gone through a rough break up, she figured this was the perfect time to leave her hometown because he was the only thing holding her there. 

I asked her more questions just picking her brain and getting to know her. and it seemed like she was in the same boat as me.  She had given her all to loving someone and it didn't work. while I was asking her questions she was throwing them right back at me. 

I told her I was a 28-year-old real estate agent. And the only boy my parents had out of four kids in over 30 years of marriage. She was shocked that my parents were still together. She said she didn’t see that where she was from and that helped her decide to join our church. Then she went on to tell me that she was living out of a hotel suite but she was looking to buy a house and get settled in. so I set up our next date for us to go house hunting. 

House hunting got us more familiar and comfortable with each other. “so, Whitney, what do you think of this house?” I asked her as we stood in the tenth house we had seen in almost 2 months. “It's cute,” she said. “What’s missing? There are 4 bedrooms, the marble countertops, and the double sink in the master bedroom like you wanted.” I said as I looked at the list of her wants I had made in my iPhone from all our meetings. “No, the house is beautiful don’t get me wrong. I love it. But do you think maybe it’s too much? I feel like this house will remind me of how lonely I actually am.” She said, 

Here was my opportunity. I had been trying to plan it out for weeks; how I was going to make my move. But with every meeting, lunch, or dinner date there was never a clear shot to try and run out of the friend zone. 

  “Whitney, have you tried dating since you've been here?” I asked her. “oh my god Aaron, yes and It's so bad out here. I’ve been on a few dates since I’ve gotten here but it seems like the only thing men want to do is jump in bed with you and that’s not what I want. I want more. I want someone that’s thinking long term. That’s thinking beyond a few minutes of sexual pleasure. Even though I do miss sexual pleasure. I want the guy that wants to blow my mind before blowing out my back. That wants to be my friend and my lover. Who wants to show me off in public; not just met up in private. I want that real love that Mary J Blige sings about Aaron. And I don’t want to look stupid while trying to get it.” Whitney told me. 

“Well you know we’ve been vibing while searching for a new home for you. Maybe you should give me a try.” I said to her, Whitney looked at me. “Aaron, no disrespect but my friend Aisha already told me about you. How you did her cousin Tyasia.” I rolled my eyes as she talked. I had waited too long and these talking hens had gotten in her ear. “well if you don’t mind me asking how did I get brought up in conversation?” I asked. I was just wondering how my name was brought up this time to be dragged through the mud. 

 “Well we were talking at work and she asked me how the house hunting was going and what realtor I was dealing with and I told her you. She told me to be careful because you liked to charm women and then cheat on them once you had them.” She told me. 

    This was it I had to put the lies to bed. Whitney was too good of a woman to just pass up. “Whitney, I didn’t cheat on Tyasia. She was a hoe excuse for my language. I tried to change her life. I was so in love with her that I didn’t see that I was being played. She got her spa out of me and a new lifestyle and everything else she wanted. That woman hurt me badly and after doing everything  I could to prove my love to her I couldn’t believe she cheated on me with a drug dealer named Ace. When I confronted her about it she didn’t even lie about it she told me yes with a straight face. I left her that night. The woman still lives in a townhouse that is in my name.  But none of that matters because I would never hurt you. I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you. If you give me a chance I will cherish, adore and flaunt you like the queen you are. I want to share a throne with you, I want to grow old and have a forever love with you “I told her. 

    Whitney looked away silently and I instantly started to feel like I made a mistake by saying all of that. “Whitney I’m sorry just forget I said anything,” I said as I started to walk away with my head down. “No Aaron, I am flattered. I’ve been attracted to you since we met. I’ve been saying I didn’t like the houses just so we could spend more time together. I don’t care what anyone has to say about you. I want to be yours” I smiled and she walked over and kissed me. At that moment I felt like the luckiest man ever. 

I lifted Whitney onto the kitchen counter top and we kissed. Although I could feel my penis getting hard I didn’t want my lust for her to ruin the fact that I wanted more from her. It was early but I was already making a veil that I was going to spend forever with Whitney. She had lit a fire in me that I didn’t know was there. 

When I opened my eyes and backed up from Whitney and I’s passionate kiss I looked her in her eyes and couldn’t help but see that something was wrong. “What's wrong?” I asked. “I should tell you something.” she said. “Go right ahead.” I instructed her. 

“I shot my ex that I left back home. I got tired of the abuse and the cheating. I couldn’t understand how a man could tell me he wouldn’t let me ever be with someone else but yet hurt me over and over again.” I listened quietly to Whitney and didn’t interrupt. “Him cheating on me right in our home was the final straw. I shot him and her. I didn’t stick around long enough to find out if they were dead or alive. I figured that was my chance to finally leave and I did.” she said with a look of sadness and fear on her face.

I nodded my head taking in everything she had said. “Does that change how you feel about me?” she asked. “Not at all. He didn’t deserve you. I do. You know my truth and you're willing to look beyond my past. Now I know yours and I will do the same.” I told her. Joy returned to Whitney’s face as she pulled me back in for another kiss, this time with more passion and tongue.

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