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It was morning, but not so early that I could tell because there weren't any roosters crying out in a nearby tree like an alarm clock. This is something you will naturally learn from being a Caribbean-born person who has lived here for a long time. I woke up from my bed, which I can't recall going to sleep on last night.

​"Fuck, did I leave the PC on?" I exclaimed, as a worried thought suddenly hit me.

I ran over to my PC, which was on, with a movie tab open widely on the screen, but I couldn't help but start pondering to myself.  (Well, I didn't finish watching The Boys last night. I guess I'll finish it when I get back from my date.)

"Yep, your boy got a date, and the best part is she's hella bad," I muttered aloud as if I were talking to someone, but there wasn't a single soul in my room. In fact, there wasn't anybody living in my apartment except me. Yeah, it's kind of lonely living by yourself sometimes, even scary when it's night and you hear strange sounds. Just because I am a man doesn't mean I need to investigate every sound.

(I guess I will get breakfast ready first, then deal with Mr. Anaconda.)

After dealing with Mr. Anaconda, I did my morning workouts, which included twenty sit-ups for my abs, ten push-ups for my arm strength, and ten squats to improve blood flow in my legs and increase blood flow to Mr. Anaconda.

"Good workout for the day, but maybe I should do more," I mused, sucking my teeth before continuing my rant, "Nah, I don't want to tire myself out before my date. Who knows, we might come back here and get silly in bed." I laughed out loud, feeling like some kind of anime villain.

I got up from the floor, grabbed my phone, and texted my date that I was getting ready and would soon be at the meeting point. I then prepared breakfast and headed straight to the bathroom.

"Check up time," I declared as I began inspecting my body in the mirror, knowing that it was the best way to assess my physical condition. My muscles looked great, but there was one noticeable problem was i didn't have abs.

"Bro, I have been working out every day for 3 months straight and still haven't gotten my abs. My belly is flat, but I still haven't achieved my goal." As I stepped into the shower, I turned on some music, and Kendrick Lamar's "Euphoria" started playing.

I really love this song, especially when the beat changes and he says, "Don't tell no lies about me, and I won't tell truths about you." It is a really good song, and I feel blessed to be hearing it.

After getting out of the shower, soaking wet, I looked at myself in the mirror to check if I had missed any soap on my face, but there wasn't any. I turned off the music and headed out of the bathroom, drying off each part of my body.

"Now, what will I wear?" I said this as thoughts started running through my mind while I put on my boxers. (Maybe I should wear black clothes? Nah, that would be bad. It's best to wear something a little brighter in color so I can stand out.)

I got dressed by putting on navy blue jeans, a white top that I tucked into my jeans, and a green coat over the white top. After that, I looked at myself in the mirror and complimented myself, "I look cool as fuck." I grabbed my car keys from the bed and snapped a quick photo before leaving the house.

"It's time for my date," I muttered as I left.