If you have ever felt not good enough to date someone, this is for you.
I’ll see you and I’ll like you. I’ll “accidentally” run into you at Starbucks and make some comment about one of the paintings in the store. “Picasso’s work always looks like someone did a puzzle while they were shitfaced.” I’ll make you laugh a little bit so I’ll think it’s going good. I’ll ask you out. You will say no. At first, you’ll be confident with your choice. Not because I’m ugly or rude, but because you just “didn’t feel it.” 1 week after you say no, you’ll keep living your life like nothing ever happened. About a month later, you’ll find yourself attracted to the hot guy in your Biology class. A couple months after you say no, he’ll ask you out. Of course, as any person with eyes would, you’ll say yes. 6 months after you say no, you’ll be in that same Starbucks that you go to every week. Every man, woman, and dog will be staring at your boyfriend. You’ll feel oh so lucky to be dating such a wonderful man. 3 years, and 21 days after you say no, you’ll be graduating from college and he’ll propose to you. The ring won’t be much because Mr. Wonderful dropped out after his second term. It won’t matter though, because at least people are looking. 8 years, 11 months, and 11 days after you say no, however, people will stop looking. Your lovely husband’s Adonis figure will be shredded away. It won’t matter though because… well, you won’t remember why, but it won’t. 14 years, 4 months, and 7 days after you say no, you’ll be on the top of the world! Your husband just got made parts manager at the Toyota dealership! You’ll quit your job and get a couple of Black babies because “that’s what good people do.” About 16 and a half years after you say no, you’ll be watching your favorite sitcom with your husband and 3 adopted Black babies. You’ll see my name in the credits under “writers”. It’ll take you some time to realize why that name sounds “so fucking familiar” (Yes, you curse in front of your Black babies). 16 years, 6 months, and 2 days after you say no, you’ll be driving home from the store realize why it sounds “so fucking familiar” and you’ll start thinking about the time you said no. 18 years and 4 months after you say no, you’ll see me winning an Emmy. You’ll immediately make some joke to your husband about me liking you and how I could have been the father of your 3 Black babies. Your husband will laugh and conclude the joking fun with a comment about how his penis is probably way bigger than mine. You’ll laugh, too. How ironic.
The irony being that 18 years, 4 months, and 6 days after you say, no you’ll be pondering if you said yes. You’ll be sitting in your car with your face buried deep in your steering wheel. The tears from your face will be dripping down like a leaky faucet. As it will turn out, you weren’t the only one getting your husband’s “giant penis”. 19 years, 3 months, and 17 hours after you say no, you will be in divorce court rambling on about your husband’s infidelity. You’ll be able to practically smell the lack of interest reeking off of the judge. All he cares about is something called “financial independence.” You’ll know what the words mean but the syllables won’t translate to anything more than sounds because your mind will be wrapped around your kids. Your mind is the only thing that will wrap around them now because your husband…sorry, ex-husband got full custody. 21 years, 11 days, and 7 hours after you say no you’ll be thinking about me more and more. You’ll think about every millisecond of interaction you can remember. You’ll even be conjuring up some of your own stories and creating me to be a lot more perfect that I am. I’m not complaining, but it’s just silly to make yourself regret something that long ago. You’ll be sipping your low-fat, skinny, caramel latte in the same Starbucks you’ve been going to your whole life. 21 years, 11 days, and 8 hours after you say no, you’ll leave the Starbucks and turn the corner to your car. In the dumpster behind the Starbucks you’ll notice a painting that sort of looks like someone tried to do a puzzle after they were shitfaced.