CHAPTER 2-GOOD FRIENDS AND SOME GOOD GALBI

It has been three days since I caught my husband in bed with that wench, and I was in depression mode. Chrystal, my best friend of 13 years had called me earlier this morning, forcing me to go out to have lunch with her in order to get me out of my funk. As soon as she said Galbi, she knew she would get me out of my hotel room.

Chrystal and I have known each other since we began high school, so we were like sisters; knowing each others likes and dislikes, going through love and hate, the whole nine. I was there for her when her favourite grandmother, Betrice passed a few years back, and she was there for me when my parents split up. No matter how many fights we had, we always came back to each other even stronger than the time before.

Arriving at the restaurant, I spotted her sitting in a booth towards the back and headed over to her

"Sissy!" she said standing up, holding her arms out for a hug. I was always envious of Chrystal's looks, especially in our high school years, when looks really mattered to a girl, because she was beautiful. Chrystal stood at 5'6", weighing in about 145 lbs. She had no ass, which I always teased her for, but her boobs made up for that. Light skinned with shoulder length straight hair, she reminded me of the vixen model Draya minus the ass. Her chinky eyes caught a lot of attention and her pouty lips made her look like a little doll. She was very proportionate and loved to work out, which I hated to do. Her toned arms wrapped around my neck, and I wrapped my arms around her torso.

I hated being short. Although in my 5-inch pumps I was about 5"4 to 5"5, depending on the platform, I only stood at 5 feet even and weighed 123 lbs.. The very opposite of Chrystal, I only had C cups, but my ass was nice and round. I'm caramel in complexion with a red undertone. I have a long nose that comes to a rounded point, almond shaped eyes, a large forehead, high cheekbones, small chin, and small heart-shaped lips. I used to get teased a lot in school because of my features, but as I got older, they all came together and I get complimented a lot now. I am still self-conscious about my looks, probably because of all the teasing I went through, but I'm beginning to appreciate my Black, Irish, Creole, and Native American mixed features. Although I'm mostly black, the little bits of blood-line mixing have given me a very unique look. I get mistaken for Ethiopian, Egyptian, and Somali a lot, and I've even been asked if I was Fijian before.

We sat down right before the waitress brought over the raw meat and turned on the table cooker for us and added the oil to the pan so that we could begin cooking our own Galbi. I flipped the meat over every couple of minutes, drizzling the sauce over it, making sure not to burn it. We talked about everything under the sun as we both grabbed our lettuce, adding the steamed sticky rice and Galbi meat, and began eating.

"So, tell me what happened with that fucker!" Chrystal said. I let out a chuckle, because we spoke alike since we've been around each other for so long. We both had potty mouths, but listening to her speak made me laugh, knowing that it was probably the same way I sounded to other people.

I began spieling the entire ordeal that I had encountered the other day with my soon to be ex husband. Watching her facial expressions change from shock to anger, then to sadness in less that 10 seconds made me laugh again.

"What?! That shit is not funny! I want to cut off his balls and then karate chop that bitch in her cunt!"

I continued laughing heartily holding my sides, because Chrystal was so serious. I could laugh about it all, because in all honesty, I was beginning to fall out of love with my husband, and this was the perfect excuse to allow me to move on from him without feeling bad. Thinking back, he was probably feeling the same way about our situation. Yeah, we still had great times together, but there was no "spark" anymore. We had married quickly, and thank GOD we didn't have any kids together. They say opposites attract, but we were too opposite.

He was boring as hell, only interested in news and sports. And not even good sports. I like futbol and American football, and he liked hokey and golf. Like seriously?! Out of all the sports, hockey and golf?! –ugh! He hated going out and was a straight homebody, the two friends he managed to have sucked and were just as boring as him. I hated staying home!

If I never married, I would've been a backpacker, traveling the world and never having an official home. In a way, I would describe myself as a hippie of some sort. I love artsy shit; drawing, dancing, singing, writing, photography, painting, and anything having to do with creativity. I'm not a health nut, but I like natural tasting things, and hate tainting the taste of things with artificial flavours.

One thing I have a passion for the most is world peace. I know it sounds corny, but I just like peace, love, and happiness. If I could have one wish, I would wish for three more wishes, and then my first wish out of those three would be to have world peace. I'm a photographer, working for a lot of world-renowned magazines and taking on gigs for music artists, so I got to travel the world. In my travels prior to getting married, I saw a lot of things I wish I could un-see. What hurt me the most was witnessing children having to beg for things that they shouldn't have to beg for. The hunger and sadness in their eyes hurt me to the core, and I just wanted to hug all of them, take all of them with me, and provide for them.

Chrystal teases me a lot for my wants and desires in life, chalking it up to the fact that I smoke a lot of weed, but she just doesn't understand. I have a good heart, putting everyone else's needs before mine, which is my downfall for me as well. My name should've been doormat instead of Vanika, the way that I allow people to walk all over me. I hate conflict and avoid it as much as I can, so I let people get away with a lot of stuff, apropos the incident when Shane called me Jessika that one time.

We continued to catch up on old times and agreed to go out later on that night to a new club that had just opened a few weeks ago called Oturan. There were to be a lot of celebrities in the building, which I really didn't care for because I was not a groupy or a stan, but I loved music. It was my heart and soul, and I loved dancing just as much. My dance styles were belly dance and Brazilian Samba, so I wasn't the best at hip hop. I loved all types of music, especially hip hop; I just looked like a white girl dancing to it.

We agreed on a time to meet up and went our separate ways to get ready.