Te-Erika’s Diary: Random Encounters In Long Beach

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Last night I walked over to KDB in Long Beach to take advantage of their happy hour and half off appetizers. Two glasses of wine and 6 buffalo wings later I was strolling through the streets of downtown Long Beach when I passed a man smoking a cigarette.

“You’re skinny,” I said to him although I don’t know why I said it.
“Where are you from?” he asked me.
“Yeah. Every one from the south says I’m skinny. But believe me, I’m not missing out on any meals.”

We proceeded to chat about nothing until he said, “My wife is inside. She’s pregnant, if she sees you, she’ll be upset.”
“Oh. I get it. Should I leave?”
“No. Its cool, just letting you know if she comes out here. She’s already mad at me.”
“What did you do?”
“She found some incriminating text messages in my phone.”
“Are you cheating?” I asked him.
“Yes but she doesn’t have any REAL proof, just the texts.”
“Why do you cheat?”
“Cuz sometimes I want a woman without the drama and the nagging. I’m a good man, there are none like me. I take care of everything. I watched my father completely spoil my mother and I do the same with my wife, but she always nags anyway. My grandfather told me that no one is ever happy in their marriage so I stick it out and we’ll see what happens. He’s been married 53 years and I only have 5.”

HE revealed a little more and shook my hand before we parted and said to me, “Whatever you do, don’t move to Virginia. San Diego is where the money’s at.”

Continuing on my walk I was crossing the street when another man stepped into place beside me. When we reached the curb he grabbed me and pulled me in an embrace. I wasn’t afraid, I was curious as to why this man wanted a hug. He seemed a little emotional.

“My girlfriend is a bitch,” he said and choked up a little.
We continued walking and he placed his arm around my shoulder.
“I was paying her rent, her cell phone bill and completely taking care of her and she left me for her bestfriend.”
“Wait. Are you saying she is gay?” I asked him.
He stopped walking and looked down at me. “Yes. That bitch is GAY. But you know what? I don’t give a fuck anymore. Never again.”
“Don’t let this situation change you forever,” I called out after him as he quickened his pace.
He turned around to face me, walking backwards, “Thank you,” he said and turned the corner.

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