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Its already starting. Lose a lil weight, gain a lil hair, and a sista is already ON herself. And yeah, I’m fine……
 

……but I’m not THAT damn fine.

or am I?

 
Man. I hit the karaoke bar last night with my girl. It was like all the guys were in heat or something. I was gettin hollered at and compliments thrown at me from every witcha way. It got to be a lil ridiculous, for real. (is this what the visually blessed have to deal with on a daily? Eek! )

 

I know, I know.

First I’m complaining that I had no one to talk to at the last party I went to. And now I’m complaining cuz I couldn’t get em off my neck. What-evs!  

I’m still tryna figure out this whole cute, sexy, fly thing I got goin on. My swagger blindfolded me, dragged me out the house, put me in the car, and took off without warning. Yall should know I don’t do compliments, and I don’t do men pressing me like a flat iron. Thats something I’m sure I’ll never get used to.

 
But it was somewhat flattering. Had me feelin’ myself all the same. A “You Go Girl!” was certainly in order  

 
Meanwhile……a former potential interest was lingering around the bar. We said a brief hello when I first got there.

Dammit, he still looked good. I was deep in reverie, thinkin about what his naked chest would feel like pressed against my naked back. And vice versa. Mmmf. (Wait, was I staring?)

Yeah, I wanted to speak to him a lil more, so I asked him to step outside. I grilled him about why he disappeared on me, and he apologized, giving me the “excuse” that he lost his phone and my phone number with it.

Yeah, ok.

He was telling me how nice I looked (no doubt), how he’d been waitin on me to come back to the bar (sure), how good it was to see me (I bet), and how he was noticing all the attention I was getting (say word?). He commented on this guy that was chattin me up at the bar, saying he saw him eyeing me from the moment I walked in. I was like, “Damn, I guess YOU were watching me too.” He didn’t deny it. I asked him why he was steady watchin. He said somethin about his feelings leading his eyes my way. (??) Mmmk.

So we were gettin cozy and familiar (again) outside the bar. As we decided to walk back inside, some GUY walks by us, grabs my hand and starts with the (not so) sweet talk. Babygirl this, and baby-boo that.

EXCUSE YOU?

1) Release my hand.

2) Do you not see me talkin with another dude? Hell, another PERSON at that?
 

Back off bucko.

And thats just a sample of the foolishness that went on last night.

*sigh*

It ain’t easy being Breezy.