The Smith Diaries: Tales of a Womanizer …This is Hot! Trust Me You Want to Read This One!

It was a breezy afternoon in New York City and my best friend Smith said to me “Millz I ain’t shit and neither are any of theses niggas ” while sitting in his favorite chic Chinese restaurant. The restaurant was full of business like people enjoying lunch. As we entered the 2nd level of the restaurant, I noticed the high end decor completed with huge windows, white tablecloths, black plush couches, a full bar and photos of the Chef on the walls. Smith requested we sit on the upper level where it was more quiet. we were seated at a table overlooking the downstairs and immediately began to check out our menus.

As I looked over the menu my red lipstick began to dry out my lips, I took out my compact mirror to reapply and saw my reflection. My big curly hair sat perfectly on my shoulders, my cinnamon skin shined because of the sparkly eyeshadow I applied that morning, my eyes deep brown and slightly red due to a lack of sleep. Although my relationship with my best is merely platonic I wanted to look pretty for our lunch date so I opted out of my normal plain shirt and yoga pants. I wore a silky blue blouse with black jeans and brown riding boots. As I’m looking in the mirror I realize he is looking at me , “Millz” you should straighten your hair, its getting out of control” he playfully said I quickly snapped back to reality and replied with “bite me Osama”! He then laughed because he knew my comment was true.

I was excited to have the day off to enjoy a nice lunch with my friend. Lunch was the best time for us to catch-up on each others lives. Smith was dressed in his normal work attire, dark grey suit, bright red tie, white button down,and shiny cufflinks. Smith’s dark hair combed back exposed his natural wave pattern along with a neatly trimmed beard. As I studied him from across the table, I realized his natural caramel skin was kissed by the sun. If you saw Smith you would think he was from Afghanistan, but his has american,black, and italian roots that give him his distint look. My best friend Smith loved who he was. I smiled to myself remembering how untamed he was back in our college dorm years. When he wore baggy jeans, beanies, and a backpack everyday.

After we decided what we wanted, we began chatting about our lives, he discussed his plans to move to Florida, while I discussed school,and my upcoming trip to Europe. I quickly realized our waitress kept passing us by. He would motion to her to come over but she ignored us. After I realized what was going on I suggested we leave, he said “no we are staying just give her a minute” After another 5 minutes I finally called out to her and she came over.

The waitress was an attractive Asian woman with long black hair and soft almond eyes. she seemed upset about something but I dismissed her due to her annoying me and ignoring Smith. We finally received our food and immediately demolished our shrimp lo mein, dumplings and soup.After some great food and catching up, my best friend told me ” Millz these dudes arent shit and neither am I. I stared at him blankly and instantly knew what he meant. See, my best friend is a young,good looking, intelligent, professional whose the definition of a womanizer.

If there was a photo next to the word “womanizer” in the dictionary, his head shot would be right there. Over the years, I have witnessed many women who have attempted to capture his heart. Instead he set theirs on fire. Smith manipulates each of these women’s feelings perfectly. I myself have been a target of the angry ones. The women take their anger out me because they feel betrayed. They always exclaim why I didn’t I tell them my best friend was a jerk? Women accuse me of being in love with Smith after he has broken them.

I knew that each of them felt a certain intimidation of me because they knew, I held all his secrets and they would never know. As he explained his true feelings on love and what men really do behind closed doors. My heart slowly broke into pieces as he laughed at his current girlfriend’s plea to be faithful and his extra ladies begging to see him. As he casually explains the lies he told and women he has shattered, I ache inside as a woman for these other women, many of them I knew. How do I listen to this and not hate him for what he has done? Am I selling out my own gender in order to be his friend? Will I ever be able to trust any man I date? At this moment I knew,I will forever be scarred by my best friends deceptions.

When the check came, I pulled out my wallet but he took out his credit card and insisted on paying for lunch. I offered to pay the tip but he said “oh millz I will give her the tip I always give 2$” I gasped at him and repeated “2$ Smith” he said yea I always give her 2$ when I come for lunch. As he wrote in 2$ on the tip portion of the receipt I took out my wallet and grabbed a 10$ bill and placed it on the table for her tip! I couldn’t believe he would be so cheap and consistently do this to the wattress.

When she picked up the receipt and cash , she asked me “do you need change” I broke out into laughter and told her “no please take this and thank you for helping us” As we exited the restaurant I realized why she ignored us, he asks to be seated in her section whenever he eats there and jips her tip money. When I asked him outside why he would do such a rude thing he replied” she said no when I asked her for her number”

To be continued…..