The Rules Between Girlfriends

"So how’s it with you Shine? Any special man in your life these days"? Seneca began to gush before she answered. "Well, there is one guy and he’s fine as hell Jilly". "Well don’t hold back", replied an excited Jill. "Details Mommy, details". "Well, his name is Barry, he’s thirty eight an’ he is da’ finest Black man God ever made. He’s a sales rep for a beer company, and he’s a co-owner of a party and concert promotions company. He’s very successful. He’s tall, he got a ripped ass body………..‘An’ he got big feet Gurl’", and they laughed hardily at Seneca's last revelation. "I dig da’ shit outta’ him Jilly. We went out once and had a great time but he ‘says’ he just wants us to be friends, but I aint feelin’ dat’ bullshit". Seneca went on to talk a little more about Barry then ended her summation by saying, "I don’t know how come he pretends the way he does. I don’t know how he can lay off-a’ all dis’ fine-ness", and she stood up and did a twirl of her unshapely anatomy. "Any man who don’t want dis’ is a pure fool", and Seneca retook her seat. Once again Jill could only shake her head mentally. She knew more than anybody how unfoundedly full of herself that Seneca was. She wondered if maybe someday she was going to let the hammer come down and tell her best friend the real truth about herself. All through dinner Seneca went on and on about Barry and how he needed to quit playing hard to get. She would tell Jill that she just had too much confidence that Barry would rise above all the other ‘dumb ass men’ who had disappointed her over the years. In her mind they were all foolish for not getting together with her. By not doing so, it was their loss. She branded Barry to be the man to see her for the prize that she truly was. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Yeah, I see you lookin’ at em’…..Just remember Huzzy’, he’s mine”, blurted out a very persnickety Seneca. Then after staring at Jill for a second she continued. “What am I sayin’, you’re my gurl’ an’ I know we won’t ever again let a man come between us……And besides, it’s not like Barry would want ‘you’ over ‘me’ anyway”, and Seneca began to giggle uncontrollably. Jill was incensed by Seneca's last comment and the fact that she thought her notion was so hilarious. Jill wanted to reach over and slap Seneca into a zip code that had not yet been charted. “‘What’s so fuckin’ funny Bitch’”? “Jill, Honey, let’s be real about things. Men like Barry don’t have to settle for big girls, but don’t even sweat dat’ cause’ there are plenty of men that like full figured women. You are an accomplished and formidable woman, a top executriss’ now. ‘You’ are the East Coast Director of Marketing for a billion dollar operation for goodness sake, so don’t feel like you can’t compete because of your size. Behind that rope over there is a good chunk of the upper one percent of the most eligible Black men in this city. I’m sure……no in fact ‘I know’ that there are plenty of good lookin’ guys over there that will be dyin’ to pay you some attention so let’s go meet a few”. Before Jill could respond to her, Seneca pulled them over to the V.I.P. section. “Well hello there Handsome”, said a gushing Seneca to Barry as she and Jill walked up on him. Seneca opened her arms wide to give Barry a hug, but he stopped her short of her embrace. Keeping her at arm’s length and barely grazing her, he gave Seneca a cursory kiss on her right cheek before he spoke. “What’s good Seneca”? When Jill witnessed Barry’s less than enthusiastic reception of Seneca, she thought to herself, ‘Dis’ girl is foolin’ herself somethin’ awful if she thinks he wants her’. “Barry”, continued the dimwitted Seneca, “This is my best friend I was tellin’ you about. Jillian Caviness……Barrett Stillmore”. “Mister Stillmore, it’s a pleasure”, said Jill as she extended her right hand and shook with Barry. “Please Lovely Lady, I’m Barry………..and Seneca, lemme’ tell you what. You didn’t do Jillian here any justice when you described her to me”. Barry would then take hold of Jill’s left hand with his and kissed it which made Jill blush. As always, Barry didn’t really want to take up any extended time with Seneca. He fabricated a story about a particular club matter that required his immediate attention. “So if you ladies will please excuse me……I’ll send a waitress over to your table. The first round is on me”. “Thank you Barry”, said the ladies in unison. “Enjoy the party ladies an’ thanks for comin’, and Jillian…..Welcome to the city”, and Barry was off to another part of the club. After Barry walked off, Seneca looked at Jill and said straight faced, “He knows he wants me. I swear I wish he’d quit playin’ dat’ roll like he don’t”. Once again Jill found herself mentally shaking her head. ‘Dis poor, diluted chile’, she thought to herself. ‘After only five minutes, even ‘I’ can see dat’ dis’ man don’t give a fuck about her dumb, shallow ass…..He fine as hell and acted like he wanted ta’ give me some play……..Stop it Jill. Dat’s yo’ gurl’…..Don’t even go there’. After her quick self caucus, Jill made peace with the fact that the rules between girlfriends clearly stated that Barry was off limits to her. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "We all saw it and it aint got nuthin’ to do witchu’ bein’ some ‘rare breed’ dat’ only a select few’ men would know what to do with……Barry just don’t wanna’ git’ witchu’ and you need to accept the truth”. “That’s crazy, just like every other man; he doesn’t know how to handle me”. “Ya’ know what Seneca”, and Jill cut herself off. “You got somethin’ ta’ say Jilly…….‘spit it out’”!!!! “Ya’ really don’t want me ta’ go dere’ Seneca…..Ya’ really don’t”. “No, if you got somethin’ ta’ say, say it”, and Seneca had an attitude. And now Jill had an attitude. “Well, since you insist……Seneca, I been knowin’ you since we was eighteen and from the day we met, you have been a horrible person”. “That’s a lil’ insensitive Jilly”. “No, ‘you asked for dis Huzzy’…….The whole time we were in school, nobody liked you. Nobody ever understood how you and me could be best friends and I’ll admit that sometimes you an’ your bullshit make me wonder dat’ too. You would always be so rude to people, hurt their feelings, put them down and you’re still the same way and very few people like you now. You don’t mix well with men because you are superficial, spoiled, full-a’ shit and you are ‘a total bitch’…….No man is gonna’ tolerate that”. “‘Ha’, I don’t have a problem gettin’ men Honey. You just wish you had it so good…..A big girl like you could never be desired over a woman like me”. “Really Seneca, is dat’ so? Don’t even play yo’ self. The only reason that you have men in your life at all is because straight up, ‘you’re a ho’ Seneca. And since Um’ clearin’ my soul here, I think it is despicable how you lay up like a butcher pig, meetin’ a man at three and fuckin’ him by six. You can’t imagine how much it hurt me back in school to hear stories about how much of a ho’ you were. You think you had all dat’ attention cause’ you were da’ bomb biggedy, but truthfully they was passin’ you around like dey’ was smokin’ a blunt. ‘And’, word has it dat’ you suck in the bed, dat’ for the most part a man can get more excited watchin’ paint dry den’ he can by fuckin’ yo’ ho’ ass…..You are not by any stretch of the imagination as fine as you think you are or the super woman, wonderful catch that you fancy yourself to be Seneca. Ya’ needs to step into reality”, and immediately Jill felt bad. Seneca was in tears once again. Without saying anything she would jump up, gather her things and bolt for the door.