“We’re considering some things,” I lied. “It’s just so damn hard to get him inspired. He’s gotten all caught up in his white and black thing and then there’s the uppity Negro thing.” I sat up. “I just want him to see that there’s more to life than . . . Augusta!”
We both laughed.
“Well, you know what to do!”
“What?”
“Put that thang on him!” Sasha squirmed around in the bed like she was having sex.
“Oh . . . that thang hasn’t been happening up in here in some time,” I admitted and I was surprised I’d let that come out of my mouth. I hadn’t told anyone about our sometimes sour sex life. Months could go by. As long as Reginald had Sports Center on at night, he wouldn’t touch me.
“Are you kidding me?” Sasha’s eyes got wide. “You better handle that thing in there. His fine, chocolate, big ol’, hay-bale tossing, slave-looking ass!”
Sasha and I laughed so hard, we bumped heads.
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” I said. “I love having sex. But he gets tired and bored sometimes, so we just wait until the spirit moves him.”
“The who moves what?” Sasha asked. “And when does that happen?”
“Like two times a month,” I claimed solidly. “Maybe three.”
“Well, have you tried other things? Like toys and movies . . . a threesome?”
“Oh, no, he’d never do that!” I laughed at the idea.
“But you would?” Sasha looked into my eyes.
“Well, I’d consider it . . . I guess if he wanted to,” I spat, nervous in her stare. “You’ve done that?”
She winked at me flirtatiously
“What? Have you?” I pushed.
“Dawn, it’s like an appetizer in Atlanta,” she confessed indirectly.
“Really?”
“A second girl in bed means a second date.”
“Wow,” I said. “But where’s the commitment in that? If he’s so busy having sex with other people, how do you know if he enjoys sex with you?” I was a little embarrassed that I was so ignorant about this. I couldn’t imagine that Reginald would want something like that. We’d never even discussed it.
“I don’t really care,” Sasha answered dismissively. “As long as he’s having sex and still with me, it’s all good.”
“But aren’t you looking for love? For a good man? Do you think a good man will want all of that?”
“Any man would.”
“I’m serious.”
“Please, the time for pressure and convincing dudes to settle down with me is over,” Sasha said. “The next fool who rolls up in me without a condom will thereby be known as ‘Baby Daddy.’ ”
She laughed, but I could only offer a slight and uncomfortable giggle. Something in her voice was just too serious.
“You’re joking, right?” I asked. “What about what you said at dinner? About therapy?”
“Dawn, I’m ready to be a mother. And if I can’t get a ring by spring, I’ll get a father by fall.”
“But don’t you think he has a right to know? Like, are you gonna tell the guy your plan?”