You have an antenna. If you’re of sound mind and body, you can use that antenna to connect with those you love, especially to warn someone against doing something stupid.
Sometimes it’s best to keep your mouth shut, and just pray that whatever dark cloud that looms in your mind doesn’t come to pass in reality.
This was a tough lesson for me to learn most recently.
A friend of mine called me from Orland Park Mall, she had just found a ‘banging’ dress to wear for this new guy she met and the dress ‘only’ cost $259. My friend texted a picture of her trying on the dress, and yes, if ever there was a dress made solely for my friend, this little number was it.
I loved the dress, I thought she looked great in it, but I couldn’t contain my tongue when I advised her against buying it, ‘should you spend that right now? How about you go on the date first and see if you like him?,’ I asked.
“Oh, no, girl I’m buying this damn dress!” she shot back.
If I knew then, what I know now, I would have understood her decision.
You see, my friend already knew that she liked this guy--a lot. They flirted on Twitter, met for lunch, and she slept with him shortly after learning his name, that same day. My friend wasn’t too proud of that fact and she kept it to herself at the time.
After their instant intimacy, my friend called him again, this time to have a follow-up conversation and to establish something real, (or more than a sexual relationship). The guy couldn’t go to dinner, but he agreed to meet her for lunch and thus, my friend wanted to wear this brand new dress.
I wasn’t just stuck on the price, $259, but there was something else about the situation that I really had a bad feeling about and so I told her again, “do not buy that dress, that’s too much money!”
My friend ignored me. I shook my head and went on about my business until she called me, several hours later.
First the good news: The dress was a hit.
And now the bad news: The two met at a hotel for brunch, and took the party upstairs to one of the rooms.
My friend wanted to talk about him, about what he wanted in a woman, and her dream boat was upfront: “I need to break the monotony of marriage right now, and you’ve done that.” He continued, “But I can’t spring for the room next time—we need to go half.”
And now the death blow: My friend had random, unprotected sex with a man she hardly knew. And she paid for it: the cost was $259 plus tax, plus any unforeseen STDs that may come to pass.
And now my friend wanted to discuss the one thing that may salvage her bruised ego: “So what do you think his wife looks like?” she asks me.
“I don’t know,” I respond.
“She’s probably fat,” my friend snaps. “I bet she couldn’t fill out that dress…”
“Yep,” I say, never kicking a damsel when she’s down. “That dress was made just for you.”