I ran into her a few years later at Noteworthy Stationery in the Beverly Center, shortly before Valentine's Day. I chickened out on possibly meeting Whitney Houston (read about it here), and I didn't want to make the same mistake twice; No more missed opportunities or Missed Connections for me, I thought. I stealthfully sidled up to her as she rifled through the vast selection of romantic greeting cards.
"See anything interesting," I asked.
"Not really." came the sweet, but succinct reply.
I tried again. "Looking for a card for that special someone?" I crossed my fingers, all the while hoping that the reply would come back, "no."
"Yeah, this guy I'm seeing." she answered, with too big a grin on her face.
DAMN, DAMN, DAMN! Abort Mission. A few more pleasantries and there I was, left looking at cards that I couldn't have cared less about at that moment. Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? I guess "Brandi" was a good girl, after all; dating only one man at a time.
DAMN, DAMN, DAMN!
Here she is, radiant as ever with her two sons, on the August cover of Essence.