Shanice Solan

The Wait

If I’m not mistaking, the last time I was on a date was maybe 3 years ago, around summertime. I wanted to say spring but that’s because I was sprung… I-was-sprung. It wasn’t my first date, but it felt like it. He did everything so effortlessly, as if he was homeschooled by his mom and every term, he had to take her made-up course titled How to treat a woman 101, which he aced of course, obviously. Or… maybe he was just really good at wooing any woman he pursued.