“ Priya what the Fuck!” I wailed prepared to punch the bitch and ask for her forgiveness later.

“Relax So. I just sent your message, ” Priya snickered as she tossed me my phone.

I glared at its screen.

“The hell you did” I panted as my heart rate sped the fuck up. Next to my short and yet well thought out “Yes” message  were Priyas addendums: 

Yes.💦💦🐳👀

Two droplet emojis . . .a humpback whale. . .and the looking eyes. 

Translation: come fuck me C. . . I haven’t been with anyone in two months C. . .  You with it or nah?

“Why priya?” I asked.

“The conversation was only going to go one place and you know it ” Priya smirked as she reapplied her lip gloss.  She added, ” yall are going to fuck tonight. You might sleep with him again next week and maybe even the week after.  But then. . . you won’t be hearing from him. You know why So? Yall are Fuck buddies and this is what yall do. This is what yall have done. ! And every time you go 3 weeks without hearing from him, you swear that you will stop messing with him. . . but you never do. And it’s okay So.

“Are you quite done Priya?” I asked completely over her little speil. 

“Almost. You spend so much time overthinking absolutely everything and you never make a definitive conclusion. Not because you don’t think there is one. Nope. You know there is. But because you like to have that crack in the door. “

“Come again?”

“You like to leave the door cracked. Not quite open . Not quite closed. .  but just free enough so that your thoughts (your little relationship  fantasies) can co-exist somewhere.

“Fuck you Priya!” I nearly spat, as I grabbed my phone to see if my message had been read.  “ . . . And if that’s really how you feel why the hell would you send him that message?” I added as I placed my phone in the GPS Holder.

Priya didn’t miss a beat. “You know  I ain’t never been one to turn down some D. Even if he is a little one,” she laughed. 

“Thats it!  This conversation is over. It’s time for us to get outta here. . . ” I shouted putting my car in drive and merging back onto traffic.

“Finally.” Priya smirked crossing her arm at my frustration.

Priya always thought she knew everything; like she had the most experience;  like she had seen the biggest dick. But the truth is she was just as lost in this whole relationship thing as I was. She always talked about having  a relationship with some man from Harlem who everyone pretty much knew was nonexistent. But nobody ever tried to school Priya.

We drove the three exits to her house in silence, while I tried to ignore the possibility that Priya could be right about me; about what a crack in the door me and C’s relationship was. It was perhaps the tiniest crack in the universe, but it was there. It was there when I decided to pullover to read his message. And it was there as I fought the urge to look at my phone and see if he had responded to Priya’s dick appointment  notification.

We had reached Priya’s driveway. 3 exits, 2 miles and a block had passed since she sent it. And still no response.

I imagine that the pressure was weighing in on her when she added, “he‘s probably sleep or his phone died or something. ”

I gave Priya the driest face I could muster up before I unlocked the door so that she could get her childish ass out of my car. 

But as Priya cracked the passenger car door open,  my phone flickered signaling that C had finally responded to our message.

“Mhmmm” Priya howled as our eyes slowly met.

It read:

Tonight. Be ready in 10.