The Thrill of the Chase

I like to think of myself as a pretty independent woman. I like to think, better put by The Pussycat Dolls,

I don’t need a man to make it happen. I get off bein’ free. I don’t need a man to make me feel good. I get off doin’ my thing. I don’t need a ring around my finger to make me feel complete. So let me break it down. I can get off when you ain’t around!

I’d been single for nearly 4 years when A. came into my life, and was loving every minute of it. Let’s make no mistake I wasn’t an angel by any means. I was having fun. Girls just wanna have fun.

As struck as I was by A. I never thought I would have a chance with him. Even in my wildest day dreams I never imagined we’d develop a relationship. He always gave me the vibe of someone who wasn’t ready to settle down, and I didn’t think I was ready either. Now looking back maybe I should have listened to that feeling in the back of my mind, but what fun would that have been?

I tried, I tried so hard to get this man to just glance my way. I wore the short, but still professional skirts. I tried to catch him on the same break and make painful small talk. I would try and be flirty in front of him. I mean I put in work, and received ZERO feedback. Now that’s not exactly what I’m accustomed to. People love me, but here this man was, the only man I seemed to now think existed in this dumed world, not even blinking my way. I almost gave up, I was damn near close to stop making a fool of myself; finally he woke up and noticed me.


One moment you are a care-free 23 year old roaming the world. You rule your universe; move at your own pace. You don’t need anyone. You’re invincible. You wake up, and the only thing that matters is how you are going to reach your dreams. After all the world is yours to take, and you’re hungry, ready to take more than you can even handle.

SIDENOTE: I lived in the East Coast, and moved to the south for a job. I find myself to be a go-getter. I blame it on my zodiac sign, as Leos’ tend to go for what they want, and for the most part get it. I get what I want, and most importantly I know what it is that I want. First, I wanted the job in the south. Done. Next, I wanted my manager, A.

The next moment he walks in the room, and everything stops. I’ve always believed in God, but seeing A. walk in the room was absolute confirmation. How can such a perfectly crafted human being be created? He was literally everything: tall, dark, and handsome. But A. was more. He walked like he owned every step he took. He had power over the room. If he said left, everyone would move in military like formation. His voice showed confidence. A. was something like I had never seen before, and I thought, “Now that is what a man looks like.”

I remember telling my coworker that I needed to have him, and she laughed it off. Neither of us thought it would ever happen.