Nichoatra, The Love He Could Not Keep (Chapter 3 - Roderick (The Lion's Club), page 1 of 3)

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After I dropped Nicky off, I called my friend Kenneth, who made our meeting possible. We had been best friends since junior high school, we share similar interests, and he's the only person I feel comfortable talking to about situations like these. So I felt I had to give him the 411 on my first interaction with Nicky.

"Hey, Kenneth-I need to talk to you, man. Can we meet?

"Sure," Kenneth replied. "Where and when?"

"Want to meet at our usual spot-the Tiger Club at seven?"

"Okay, see you then."

Both Kenneth and I got to the club right at 7:00 p.m. We met in the parking lot, where we exchanged greetings and embraced each other. Once in the club, we sat at the bar and ordered a couple of drinks. Then Kenneth turned to me and said, "How are you doing, man?"

I was anxious to give him the rundown, so I went straight to the point. "My man Kenneth, it's not going to work-I don't think this girl likes me."

Kenneth shifted on the bar stool, looking away from me. "Well, did she talk to you?" he asked.

"Yes, she did," I said.

"Then she'll come around," he said. "You know how women are. They like to play cat and mouse. They want you to chase after them." The bartender handed us our drinks. Kenneth picked up the bottle of Heineken in front of him and took a sip.

"Not this one, man. I don't think she's that kind of woman. She was very stern and up-front. She even asked me if I was married."

"Well, I hope you told her the truth," Kenneth said. "Women like that don't like to be lied to."

"You know I don't keep that from anyone," I said. "But I almost choked when she asked the question. I was afraid that she would get up and walk out on me. But thank God, she didn't."

"What did she say when you told her?"

"She was open to being friends, but nothing else. I really like this girl, Kenneth. I want more than friendship from her. There's something about her that makes me just light up inside when I'm around her. She's nothing like the other girls I have dated in the past-not even my wife. She's one of the most attractive women I've been with in a very long time, and she seems very intelligent. All I want to do is to stare into those beautiful, almond-shaped eyes of hers. I've never felt this way about anyone. But she makes me nervous, man. I feel like I'm making a fool of myself."

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