Page 15 of Fervor
“It very well could be,” I added.
“What are your love languages, and how do you prefer receiving love? Your response was any way she wants to give it. Of course, I like physical touch. Doesn’t everyone?”
She chuckled. “I believe they do, but only if the primary love language is met.”
“I get that. If a woman doesn’t feel appreciated and valued, they’ll less likely want to be touched. As a man, touch is always good with me, even when I’m pissed.”
She slowly shook her head. “How much time do you ideally like to spend with your partner versus alone? You said, I haven’t had a partner in years, so I would probably be clingy at first. However, I like having at least an hour alone in the mornings to work out… unless she likes to work out too. Then we could do it together, and no alone time would be needed. That could change as the relationship progresses though. The newness would have to somewhat wear off… where I know as long as I treat her right, she won’t be going anywhere.”
She looked up at me and smiled. “Is there something more you aren’t saying?”
I shifted in my seat some. “I have never really been in a serious relationship, and I’m afraid that I’m gon’ fuck up… excuse my language.”
“It’s okay. Why do you feel that way? In what way do you think you will mess up?”
“Well, I’ve always been a protector and a provider, so I’m not worried about that part, but being sure to be tender with her when I need to be, loving her unconditionally, being sure to make her my priority, no matter what situations arise.”
“Mister Moore, I feel like when you are with the right woman that complements you well, those things will happen naturally. You will always want to make sure she’s okay. Once you fall inlove with her, nothing else will matter if she isn’t okay. Love will have you jumping through hoops to make sure she’s happy, especially if she’s doing the same for you.”
She gave me a soft smile and winked. I returned her smile with a grin and nodded. “I hope you’re right.”
“Trust me. I’ve been married for forty years, baby. That doesn’t happen without wisdom, love, and devotion. Wisdom to know when to push and when to take a step back, when to argue and when to be silent, when to show love and when to act a fool.”
I laughed. “Yes, ma’am. I get it.”
“Okay. Last question. What three adjectives would you use to describe your ideal partner?” She paused and smiled. “You said confident, respectful, and trustworthy.”
I nodded and smiled, thankful to have reached the end of her questioning. I was just anxious to see who I would be matched with. Knowing that Yunique had already been matched, I could get it out of my head that I could end up with her.
“Hold on… I don’t think we really discussed physical qualities. What’s your preference as far as physical attributes?”
I smiled slightly. “I don’t have a preference, per se, but I do like dark-skinned women. It’s something extremely sexy about a woman’s dark skin that draws me in.” I closed my eyes, visualizing Yunique. I was going to have to get this woman out of my system. “Body type… just that she’s smaller than me. It’s not a deal breaker if she isn’t though.”
“Got it.” She nodded and smiled again. I watched her type a bit on her laptop, then she stood from her seat. I did the same as she extended her hand. “Well, we are done here. I will forward your information to the next department that will match you with your ideal partner. They will reach out to you when they find a match. That could be as quick as a couple of days or as long as a month, but hopefully, you will hear from them soon.”
“Thank you, Miss Joan.”
I left her office with a pep in my step, ready for whatever this journey would have in store for me. In the meantime, I would have to keep myself busy while I waited. Hopefully, it didn’t take too long, because I was tired of being out here without action. I was two seconds from moving back to Houston.
“She is so beautiful, G. You and Gentry created the perfect baby.”
Giselle smiled big. My friend had been doing well, and I couldn’t be happier for her. Akia had a head full of hair and the most beautiful dimples in her fat cheeks. I wanted to kiss them so badly. I knew I would be when she got older. So far, she looked just like Giselle. She had her light complexion, pouty lips, and dark eyes. I knew with time, that could change. I saw that happen with Keke and Vegas’s daughter, Brielle.
When she was born, up until nearly six months old, she looked like Keke with Vegas’s skin complexion. Now, baby girl was her dad from head to toe. She even frowned like him. I smiled at Akia as I stroked her hair with my pointer finger.
“So how does it feel to be getting married soon? Have you chosen a date?”
“I’ve been trying to let it sink in. I told them I would call and give them a date on Monday. I needed to see when I would be able to take an extended vacation. I’m so damn excited I don’t know what to do with myself. Plus, I want to make sure I wait a significant amount of time to where you can be a part of the wedding party.”
G smiled big. “That’s so thoughtful. My feelings would be hurt if you didn’t though.”
She laughed, and I did too. “There’s no way I could get married without you being there to witness it.”
“How many women would be in the wedding?”
“Umm, I think five. You, my sisters, Alexz, and Skyler, since they’re our sorors.”
“Okay. As long as the wedding isn’t pink and green. I mean, I look good in any color, but that would be taking it too far, sis.”