“Who’s the chick, Derek?” asks a tall young man with a Don King afro and freckled face. “This lady here,” Derek says, stressing the lady part and putting me in front of him, “is Miss Terri Williams, and she is here to play with us today.” “Is she your woman?” A female about my height, but with a much leaner body, asks in what I think is a somewhat hostile manner. Before Derek can answer, another girl mumbles, “Doesn’t look like she can play squat.” I am waiting for him to put these little rude mouths in their place, but he laughs instead. This makes me mad. He is supposed to defend me! Of course I can’t play, but he should not allow them to talk about me like that. “So is she your woman or what?” The same girl asks again. Hmm. This little one has a crush on Derek, doesn’t she? I smile and decide to respond while Derek finds his tongue. “As a matter of fact, I am.” I smile that back-off-this-is-my-man smile. As I do this, I feel instant shame. “For crying out loud, Terri, you are a grown woman! Why are you fronting with a teenage girl who obviously has a crush on Derek? Get a hold of yourself, or rather save the defense for some real competition.” My inner Terri knocks some sense in me. Derek shifts behind me, and I can sense he is uncomfortable. I need to fix this right away.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Jul 2013 13:50:37 +0000
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