I got a glimpse of author LaToya S. Watkins new book, “In Love With Losers”  in my inbox this morning and I am just as shocked as you will ever be, The title is, “In Love With Losers,” and of course, the next Disilgold Soul Magazine Bestseller on the rise. Her site is www.latoyaswatkins.com.

Since Will didn’t see Zora when he came in, she almost had to chase him to where he was being seated. She stopped mid-stride when she saw the woman and little boy waiting for him at the table. She watched as he kissed the woman on the cheek and rubbed the top of the little boy’s head. She felt a burning sensation in her eyes but knew that there was some sort of explanation for this. She wished that the woman was a cousin or sister visiting and that would make the situation OK. That would explain why he’d stood her up at church, but she knew better. She knew the woman had to be his lover. It pissed her off to no end too. He had stood her up. She had to let him know that she saw him, and she had to let the woman know that she’d been with him.

She walked over to where he had sat down, and he looked up at her with startled eyes that screamed, “Please don’t!”

“Hello Will,” she began, “I saw you come in, and since you are such a hard person to get a hold of, I decided to come over and let you know that I waited all morning for you sweetie.” She gently placed her hand on his cheek, and he swatted it away.

The woman sat there dumbfounded while Zora took in her appearance. She was a big girl, and if she was a love interest of Will’s, then he had bad taste. She held a dark complexion, blue-black almost, but that wasn’t what made her ugly. In fact Zora had always pondered having skin as smooth and dark as the beautiful Sudanese model Alek Wek. This woman’s skin, however, was full of craters and bumps that appeared to have tiny people living inside of them. She looked as if she had lotioned her face and hands with cooking oil, and her teeth were so big that they hung out of her mouth while it was closed. Wearing a slightly askew, too large blond wig, her appearance screamed loud enough to get far more attention than this boogawolf needed. Zora decided that the woman looked like a gorilla in a wig.

Zora looked at the woman and stuck out her hand while saying, “I’m sorry. Will is so rude.. I’m Zora, Will’s friend.” She looked over at Will, who looked as if he was about to crap his pants. “His close friend,” she added. The wigged gorilla left Zora’s hand hanging and looked over at Will.

“Will, don’t you lie, niggah. Ima ask you one time and you needs to come correct.”

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