Most women wanted their first child to be a girl but I prayed for a son and I believe it probably had something to do with my love for men. I have been accused all my life for "lubbing too much man."" I loved men. Brown men, black men and bleachers; tall men, short men, wild men and Christians. Rich or poor, scammer, drug men, doctors and cane cutters; as long as it name ""man,"" my teeth be grinning from ear to ear. My child's father, Jerr was the love of my life. I knew I wanted to be with him from the first day I spoke to him, tall, handsome, sitting on his blue Honda civic in a blue Hollister Shirt and matching Ralph Lauren Polo Pants. I saw him before on several occasions, ruggedly handsome with big Afro hair, decked out in either a white merino or V neck T-shirt driving his Suzuki Grand Vitara. My friends and I would literally stick our tongues out, panting like dogs at him, screaming Oohs and Awes at how mesmerizing and swaggarific he looked on those 22 inch Chrome rims.