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She glanced at him seductively and blew him a kiss. Damon smiled and nodded, knowing that she would be back. Margoles tried not to show the nervousness in her step as she strutted away from him. Nadia understood the cue and let her customers know she would return in a few minutes. There was a meeting in the ladies room and she would be back real soon. Dee and Dot, the Karoke DJ’s, were singing Physical Touch by Genesis. Instead of Philip Bailey and Phil Collins: they looked like Seephus and Reesee from In Living Color. They smiled at Margoles and Nadia as they sped by. Dot mouthed “What You Won’t Do For Love” at them. It was the favorite duet by the two sisters and a house favorite. It was requested by Elton, so Margoles and Nadia nodded to Dot and kept it moving straight to the bathroom.
“Girl, what are you doing to that man?” Nadia leaned back against the sink and lit a Benson and Hedges cigarette. “You got him wound up like Grandma’s stockings around her waist!”
“His name is Damon”, she said as the Tom Collins began to make its exit, “He is something!”
“He sure is! I saw you make a beeline straight for him when you got off the stage and usually you ignore most of the men that walk in here. I can’t remember that last one.”
“Cause he aint worth remembering! Nah…I think Damon might be the one.”
Margoles straightened her clothing and guided Nadia away from the sink so she could wash her hands. Nadia was still standing there with her mouth open. Maroles ignored the silence as she waited for her best friend to get her mouth off the floor. As she refreshed her lipstick, she looked at Nadia and said “You aint got nothing to say?”
“Girl, I’m just shocked that you could see that so soon. I think you right.”
“You do? Seriously?”
“Yeah man, I seen the sparks between yall. You may just have found one who might be on the level.”
“On the level”. That was a phrase that was constantly repeated by their grandmother once they began to like boys. “You need to get somebody on the level”, Grandma would say, “You need a man that is on your level financially, mentally and spritually.”
The reasons were very simple and the girls had committed them to memory. If a man is not higher or at least on your level financially, he is more likely to resent you for making more money and having the freedom that comes with it. If he isn’t on your level mentally, he will not be able to participate in your conversations or mingle with your friends without feeling embarrassed, and this will cause him to feel inferior to you. If the man doesn’t have a spritual bone in his body, in no way would he be able to understand the love that you have for God and the respect that is taught from having a religious background. All of these inadequacies could lead to problems, arguments and eventually, to fighting. Grandma made sure that she imparted these gems of information about selecting a mate, and although the girls tried to avoid these prerequisites, they always found that the men who weren’t ‘on the level” were not worth their time.
“Chile, if he on the level, I’m keeping him.”
“Well, I hope he is. Let’s go sing!”
“Girl, what are you doing to that man?” Nadia leaned back against the sink and lit a Benson and Hedges cigarette. “You got him wound up like Grandma’s stockings around her waist!”
“His name is Damon”, she said as the Tom Collins began to make its exit, “He is something!”
“He sure is! I saw you make a beeline straight for him when you got off the stage and usually you ignore most of the men that walk in here. I can’t remember that last one.”
“Cause he aint worth remembering! Nah…I think Damon might be the one.”
Margoles straightened her clothing and guided Nadia away from the sink so she could wash her hands. Nadia was still standing there with her mouth open. Maroles ignored the silence as she waited for her best friend to get her mouth off the floor. As she refreshed her lipstick, she looked at Nadia and said “You aint got nothing to say?”
“Girl, I’m just shocked that you could see that so soon. I think you right.”
“You do? Seriously?”
“Yeah man, I seen the sparks between yall. You may just have found one who might be on the level.”
“On the level”. That was a phrase that was constantly repeated by their grandmother once they began to like boys. “You need to get somebody on the level”, Grandma would say, “You need a man that is on your level financially, mentally and spritually.”
The reasons were very simple and the girls had committed them to memory. If a man is not higher or at least on your level financially, he is more likely to resent you for making more money and having the freedom that comes with it. If he isn’t on your level mentally, he will not be able to participate in your conversations or mingle with your friends without feeling embarrassed, and this will cause him to feel inferior to you. If the man doesn’t have a spritual bone in his body, in no way would he be able to understand the love that you have for God and the respect that is taught from having a religious background. All of these inadequacies could lead to problems, arguments and eventually, to fighting. Grandma made sure that she imparted these gems of information about selecting a mate, and although the girls tried to avoid these prerequisites, they always found that the men who weren’t ‘on the level” were not worth their time.
“Chile, if he on the level, I’m keeping him.”
“Well, I hope he is. Let’s go sing!”
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