#RelationshipGoals: Does He Like Me Or Is He Just Being Nice?


Remember Chocolate James Bond and the mixed signals he’d send? Well, he’s still sending them.

I got my hands on two tickets to see King, a jazzy trio of beautiful Black women vocalists and decided I’d ask my piece of delicious chocolate if he wanted to go with me. It had been at least three months since I seen him, as he was in Atlanta on location for a play and movie he was shooting. We spoke sporadically on the phone and via text, always flirting, always encouraging one another.

I texted Roman a few days before the concert, “Hey handsome!” And his three dots showed up immediately.

“Beautiful! What’s up? I was just thinking about you,” Roman quickly replied.

“Good thoughts, I’m sure.”

“The best thoughts always,” Roman accompanied his text with a heart eyes emoji.

I sent him one back and asked, “What are you doing on Thursday night?”

“More than likely hanging out with you. What’s up? What are we doing?” Roman knew I was going to ask him to come out with me and he charmingly ushered in my ask.

“I’ve got tickets to see King. Do you like them?”

Roman’s dots showed up, disappeared and showed up again, then my phone rang. It was him.

“Hey baby! I never heard of King. Who are they?” Roman asked with so much excitement in his voice.

I laughed, “You just had to call, didn’t you?”

“Is it a problem that I like your voice?” He asked with a laugh in his tone.

“Of course not,” I laughed. “I can’t believe you haven’t heard of King! Their music is right up your alley. Here, let me send you something.”

I clicked around on my phone with him on speaker and sent him a video of King singing one of my favorite songs of theirs, “Hey.”

He turned it up loud enough so that I could hear. I smiled at him sharing with me, something I shared with him.

“You know me so well. They’re dope. I’m in.” Roman said when the song ended.

Thursday night came and we decided to meet there. I rushed to get there from work and was a few minutes late, but when I hopped out of the cab, I didn’t see him anywhere. The line was forming and I walked to the end of it, still didn’t see him.

I texted him, “Hey, I’m here.”

Ten minutes later, I got a reply from him, “Walking there now. Few minutes!”

Ten minutes came and went and the line moved me inside where I was making small talk with the coat check girl. I watched the door, waiting for Roman to grace us all with his undeniable charm and good looks.

Five minutes later, Roman finally walked in. Good Lord his teeth shined like he spent his whole life brushing them. “Dani baby!” he walked to me with his arms wide open and hugged me tight.

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