




Chevanique . . .
I have to give this girl her flowers. On one of her final dates with Joseph, he pretty much told her he was leaning towards Francesca. He wasn’t, however, completely definitive about his choice, but I think he was trying to let Chevanique down gently.
If I were in Chevanique’s shoes, I would have taken the L and left it there. Anything else would be begging, in my opinion. Chev doesn’t know that man and they’re not in a relationship. A hint should be all it took.
But not Chevanique. She knew Joseph was feeling her. They got along, he sounded like a catch, there was heat between them, and dammit she’d opened up on their previous date, shedding tears and everything. After all that she was not going down without a fight.
Chev put up her dukes and decided to go the distance. It may have been the last round, but it was still any woman’s fight. I can’t be mad at her for that, especially since after a nice one-two combination, Joseph appeared to be reeling. He was dizzy and confused and in need of a standing eight. But at the last second the ref called the fight. Joseph was still standing. He announced Francesca the winner. This time, without question or hesitation.
At the end of the day, I can do nothing but admire Chevanique’s grit. She showed courage, muster, and most of all, grace. She went out like a champ. The man who finally wins her heart will be one lucky guy. 💥🥊