I can admit, though I am very ashamed, that I've been a side chick before. The term 'Side chick' is a bit much more than just a buzzword that has been over-used in pop culture. A 'side chick' can be described as a female who dedicates her time, effort, emotions, and attention to a single man, who has expressed disinterest in pursuing a relationship with the latter through verbal or non-verbal actions. As a millennial woman, the concept of sidechick-ness has been a recurring theme in conversations, both online and off. I recently read TJ Kings "The New Sidechick: I Was Her", and was immediately moved and impressed by her inspiring transparency and lessons. I was also moved to see the response and community of relating "side chicks". As a way to create a space to shed some of the pain off, and a more intimate space where women and girls can relate; I am happy to present Sidechick Chronicles. Ficticious characters, events, and stories of side chicks.
Mi (invisible) amor
It's 11:42 PM. Eastern standard time.
I must've picked up, and checked my phone 10 times in the last 20 minutes. Still no reply.
He didn't even like the last picture I posted, tuh, which I looked fantastic in. I wore my hair over my ear, and wore these nice pair of sterling silver diamond earring he told me he liked. I donned an elegant, not too desperate but enough to show that I'm vibrant, smile. Glanced at my phone real quick and still... nothing.
Hmph. I plopped down on my bed and thought about the night before.
His name is Bradley. He's legit the hottest, funniest, smartest guy I've ever encountered. I sat next to him in my calculus class and we bonded over a complicated math problem, and the gross toupe that Mr. Mackie insisted on wearing day in and out. He's Hispanic, which is a bit spicy for my taste. But I mean after dating Black guys literally all my life, and not encountering a Taye Diggs look a like yet? Yeah, I'm definitely with some spicing up.
Prior to hanging with him last night, he had asked me for my Instagram one random day in class.
"I got to see what you look like when you not tryna figure out these numbers", he said.
He smiled at me and I had no control over the glossy smile that brushed across my face. Someone trying to see what I looked like not thinking? This is insanity sure enough. I've had one other crush in my life, and that was just a mess within itself.
Once he added me, he'd liked EVERY picture I posted, when I posted it. He left me emoji's with kissy faces, and hearts. I can't even front. He had me sprung. After class, he texted me and tell me how good I looked in what I was wearing.
"Jeans, skirts, girl you slaying in it all" one text read.
I was walking on air.
One Saturday night, while laid out on my sofa in my xx-large kitty shirt, he asked to FaceTime, and in my hurry and thirst I jumped on.
"Damn you look like Snoop with that scarf on your head" he said. He swear he funny though.
"Come thru?" I didn't know what to say. I mean, do I want to spend my Saturday on a couch, in a kitty shirt or do I wanna chill with my hombre Bradley? As soon as we hung up off FaceTime, I hopped in the shower and got dressed. But I couldn't wear just anything. Nah this is bae we talking about. I pulled out my fresh pair of Roshe's, paired it with these dark brown jeans, and a top that said "wife material." I put my jean coat on.
On the bus ride Bx32 to Bradley's house, I saw a couple and they were ALL OVER EACH OTHER. I saw through them though, I saw me and Brad. I was actually liking him. He made me feel alive, made me feel special. I smiled at the couple and thought, one day that'll be us.
I hopped off the bus and there he was waiting for me while on his phone. He seemed so focus, and so innocent. I walked up to him and he jumped.
"Yo, you scared me, ma", he planted a kiss on me and then we walked to his house.
Mi amor. He whispered and cooed in my ear. Biting turning to thrusts and then smiles that makes your mama side eye you when you walk in the house. As I layed there with Bradley, I starred into his face. I saw innocence. Like a child yo. He looked like he had never done nothing to nobody and thus deserved all my nurturing and authentic innocence. I stroke his face and held him close to me. Mi amor.
I blinked at the ceiling. I reached over to my phone and checked the time.
12:04 AM. Still no response.