Molly tried explaining it to me. Kyle tried explaining it to Ryan. Molly said I was beautiful and had a matching personality. She said I was easy to fall in love with. Kyle said  I have a tendency to fall in love/ like with guys while dating other guys and when there's a break up I jump right into another relationship. Sure when I'm treated like crap.

Alex was different. He never treated me bad. He loves me honestly and fully. He's loyal and faithful to a fault and never lies. He's got money and an education; skills beyond that of men around my home land. And yet there's one thing missing. That edge to the knife, the thing that keeps me begging...

I texted Francis: "Game night. You. Me. Pool table. If you catch my drift." I didn't know that his father had his phone at the time. He took the phone out to Frank, who was mowing the lawn. "This girl rates." He said handing the phone over.

I got the story from Frank a couple days later when we were at the casino with his family. "What's that mean?" I asked him.

"It means my parents love you."

***

 



I walked up to Franks house. His house was older, his back yard held five or so cars - most of which didn't run, but all collectible. A familiar sight for me, my back yard mirrored it. His father sat on the back porch. I approached him. He was stroking a gray cat. "What a beautiful cat." I said, sitting next to him, also petting it. "Gray cats are my favorite.".

"Really? Mine too, this is Smokie." My eyes lit up. "Wow he likes you!" He said as Smokie came up and rubbed against me. "Usually he runs away." I lovingly stroked the cat. Such a beautiful and soft creature. Frank popped his head out the backdoor, asking if I was coming in. I said sure. His house was quaint. Antique fridge, antique stove, antique everything. My first thought was "cute but would need to be updated if raising children." At that moment I didn't know that I'd be with him til one in the morning on the couch. It wasn't long enough.