Life and Religion
|Kiss & Tell: A series of random events and inappropriate messages|
|A series of unsolicited "sext" messages puts Gabby at odds with her crush|
|Published Wednesday, June 5, 2013|
It’s a Thursday evening. I’m at Firewater in University with Gabby and Keisha. Gabby’s hairdresser Victoria is hosting a mixer to celebrate the launch of her new line of all-natural hair and skincare products.
We’ve only been here five minutes, and Keisha’s already complaining because there is nowhere to sit. She’s got on some serious footwork, and her feet hurt.
Across the room, we spot “Christopher Howard,” a local physician who’s known for his impeccable style and knowing “the tea” on everybody and everything in Charlotte. Gabby waves him over.
He greets each of us with a “Hey boo,” and peck on the cheek. He’s dressed in pastels and smells of expensive cologne. I don’t know what it is, but I like it.
“Oooh, child, you are wearing those shoes,” he says to Keisha about her undeniably cute but unbearable six-inch stilettos. Then, he diverts his attention to the less fashionable.
“Girl, have you seen the hot mess in here tonight?” he asks. “Child, that one over there with her boobies all popping out, just screams low-class. Everyone can’t put on a sundress without a bra, and she should know better.”
Before Christopher can dig into another unsuspecting victim, he’s interrupted. A Bria Murphy look-alike walks over and grabs him by the arm. He stops mid-sentence and introduces her.
“Ladies, meet Valisha,” he says.
Gabby, Keisha and I say hello. Valisha doesn’t speak. She just gives us a weak smile and whisks Christopher away.
“What in the world just happened here?” Gabby asks. “Does she actually think we want Christopher?”
“Was that his girlfriend?” I ask.
“Who knows,” Keisha says. “Honestly, I always thought Christopher was gay.”
Stop sexting me
Gabby tells us about some guy named Richard she met a couple of weeks ago at Concord Mills when she was shopping for an outfit to wear to a friend’s wedding.
They met at the Nine West store. Gabby was trying on a pair of strappy sandals, and Richard walked over and told her she had the prettiest feet he’d ever seen. They ended up exchanging numbers and have been texting back and forth ever since.
“He would text me ‘good morning’ or later in the evening asking how my day was,” says Gabby.
Then, out of the blue, Gabby says Richard started sending her explicit images of himself.
“He had the nerve to ask me to send a ‘sexy pic’ back to him,” says Gabby.
“Did you?” I ask.
“Hell, no. I don’t know him like that. For all I know he could put my stuff up on some porno website, and I wouldn’t even know it.”
Then Keisha says: “The real question is, what is he working with?”
“You can see for yourself,” Gabby says and pulls up the pictures on her phone. Keisha grabs the phone and examines the goods, turning the phone vertical and horizontal to make sure she sees all angles.
“Not bad,” she says, handing the phone back.
The nasty pic and the crush
Victoria comes over to check on us and make sure we’re having a “good time.” As we’re talking, Troy P. walks over to congratulate her.
Gabby gets flustered because she has a big crush on him. She drops her purse. He picks it up and hands it to her.
“Gabby, Gabby,” he says, looking her up and down. “You look really nice tonight.”
They lock eyes, and for a few seconds everything seems to move in slow motion like a scene from a movie.
Troy is a former NFL player that Gabby was introduced to by a friend at one of Herb and Felicia Gray’s happy hours a few months ago. They flirted much of the evening, and she hoped he’d ask for her number. He didn’t. So at the end of the night she handed him her business card and told him to keep in touch.
He never called, but they’ve run into each other about half a dozen times around town. Every time, he makes it a point to come over and say hello. She makes it a point to flirt. But still she can’t gauge his interest and is starting to think maybe he has a girlfriend.
“Hey, Troy, do me a favor,” says Victoria. “Will you take a photo of us for me?” She hands him her phone.
Gabby pulls out her phone and asks him to take one with it as well.
Victoria, Gabby, Keisha and I pose as Troy takes a few shots with Victoria’s phone and hands it back. Then he picks up Gabby’s phone. He turns on the screen, makes a funny face and hands the phone back.
“I think there’s something on your phone.”
She looks at it and is mortified. Apparently, she didn’t click off those pics that Richard sent. She tries to keep her cool. She puts her phone on camera and hands it back. Troy takes the photo, hands back the phone and excuses himself.
Gabby eventually stopped corresponding with Richard. Then, she deleted him as a friend on Facebook. That really set him off.
“He sent me this long rambling message on Facebook,” she says. “He was like, ‘I know you did not delete me off Facebook. Who do you think you are? Scroll down, I’ve got five pages of beautiful women I’m friends with. You may be cute, but you’re not all that.’”
Then, she says he started bragging about how much money he makes and all the women he could have. He compared women to DirectTV and said that he could get sex anytime on demand like DVR.
“The funny thing is he had the nerve to end the letter with, ’I’m 40, and I’m grown. I don’t have time for your childish games.’ He’s the one being childish. Then, he sent the message out to five different people on Facebook that I don’t even know.”
The next day, he sent a copy of the letter in a text message to Gabby’s phone saying he wanted to make sure she received it.
“He’s really got some serious issues,” she said. “With all this money he keeps bragging about making, he needs to invest in a few classes on developing some people skills.”
Gabby says she also ran into Troy recently.
“He didn’t even speak to me,” she says. “He probably thinks I’m some kind of freak after seeing those pictures on my phone. I’m so embarrassed.”
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