……is worse then just having a guy.

Sometimes.

 

And why just having a guy……still sucks.

Sometimes.

 
I’m convinced that men and women end up friends because one doesn’t want anything more to do with the other. Sometimes its mutual, but usually its one-sided. And usually, that side is the girls side. And we can hold up pretty strong; but once there is a vulnerable moment……a breach in security……the guy will make his move and toss that whole “friendship” thing to the wind. (same thing can happen if she’s taking too long to “come around”)

 

***of course, OF COURSE, there are women who do that too. But you can read about them on some other blog.***

 

The suckiest part, is that you think you know the guy, he makes you think he’s sincere, he makes you think he’s different because he is your “friend,” and you don’t expect that he would use you and the situation…just to get laid.

 
Silly you.

 
You can be friends with a guy for years, but if the opportunity presents itself…he will pounce like its nothin’. Friend or not, you’re still a chick, he’s still a guy, and horny by default. Besides, he’s been admiring your assets from afar all this time…you think he’s gonna pass up a chance to hit dat? He’s not.

 
If a guy needs a friend, he’ll call his boys. What can a chick do for him that his boys can’t?

 

Exactly.

 
(well, unless……)

 
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So I’m on the phone with the Indian guy……he’s talkin all this “I miss you, I can’t wait to see you” bullshit. Mid-conversation he tells me to hold on, and then I hear him call out to somebody, “Hey! Hey ma, wassup? You lookin’ kinda nice. You need me to come over there and walk with you?” (or some cheezy bullshit like that)

I assume at this point the girl keeps on walkin (cuz I would) and he comes back to the phone like, “Hello?”

 
“Hmmm, so I guess that didn’t really work out for you.”

 
“Oh you heard that?”

 
“Yeah.”

 
“You heard what I just said?”

 
“Yeah.”

 
((nervous laughter))

“Wait, did you hear everything I said?”

 
“Yeah.”

 
((still a lil nervous))

“But I thought I told you to hold on?”

 
“Yeah, well, I’m still on the phone and I can still hear you.” (dummy)

 
“Oh. Well, you said we’re just friends, right? ((laughs)) Don’t get jealous. I don’t wanna talk to no one else, baby. I was just playin’ around.”

 
“I’m not jealous. You can talk to whoever you want.”

 

The conversation ended shortly thereafter.

 
I see the friendship thing played in real nice when convenient. OH, some of you men can be SO full of shit, lol.

 

 

***Disclaimer: This post pertains to some of the guys I know and know about. Definitely not any of the ones reading this blog. Well, not all of you anyway.***

 

 

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Like I was telling Tex…I’m so used to being battered (not literally…I wish a sucka would) when dealing with guys, its proven difficult to accept their random acts of kindness.

 
I’m still not entirely comfortable with it, but I’ve let the guy(s) buy me food, drinks, a trinket or two. I’ll let them drive (on the rare occasion that they have access to a car), I’ll let them walk on the outside of the sidewalk, I’ll let them hold the door open for me, and I’ll let them move furniture into my apartment.

 
More than that, and I start wondering what’s the ulterior motive, which could go either way. He might not mean me any harm, but I’m still cautious. Chile, I’ve been foo-ooled in the past, let me tell ya. But I’m trying not to shoot my own self in the foot (as often); so I no longer jump from A-to-Z and assume the worst.

 

I jump to M.

 

 

 
But I wish the Indian guy would stop tryna feed me ALL the damn time. Doesn’t he know I’m on a diet food budget?

 
Actually, he doesn’t.

 
Ok, I don’t really wish for that.

But he makes it damn hard to say “No, Thank You” to the good meal.

 

 

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So, I’m actually “working” at work these days. Its kinda cool, but that means I can’t bullshit and blog like I used to. That’s not cool. So, I better wrap up a couple of thoughts in one post while I can…

 

• The Hampton’s are all that and more. And I barely scraped the tip of the iceberg. I’m SO going back.

   

• My co-worker, who called himself wanting to “get to know me”, brought a date to the BBQ I invited him to. Turns out the friends he brought with him were tryna play cupid and invited the girl as well…but his ass conveniently forget to mention that detail when he asked me if it was ok for him to bring his people.

   

• I have more friends know more people than I think I do.

   

• I have a social calendar. WTF? I’m actually scheduling shit in and turning shit down because I just can’t do it all. Crazy.

   

• This cute, young, Indian guy from Guyana is smitten with me. Lord knows why. But he is. I met him when he delivered my table to my apartment (I know, right). He’s taken me out 3 times in the last week or so. Then he bought me a good luck bamboo plant to put on my table. Yesterday he told me to remind him to fill up my gas tank.
   

  WHAT?

  At $4.15 a gallon??? Why would anyone offer to do such a thing? I just met him 15 days ago. That’s a lil too generous, and that’s the part that scares me. But its cool to have the company, although I have to draw the line REAL thick, and keep marking over it again and again.

   

• That nukka brought a date to my bbq. Wow.
   

  Message!

   

   

   

  
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So, I guess I’m not supposed to laugh at these things, being a woman of color and all…

…but the extra ridiculous fight between Tanisha and Lyric on the Bad Girls Club Reunion was HI-LARRY-US.

Yeah, I know I’m a couple days late, but I just got a chance to watch it on my DVR. And I know I’m supposed to be ashamed of their behavior, but that mess was funny. I don’t care, I was roll-lin.

 

• Death threats? Seriously?
   

• Tanisha swingin’ her big legs around the big security dude.
   

• Lyric tellin’ Tanisha she’s a cheeseburger away from being obese. Actually, Lyric was being nice, cuz I feel like she’s there already.
   

• Tanisha tellin’ Lyric she can’t do it like her (as she rolls her body around in her chair). THEN she called her a grasshopper……and a ho, lol.

 

OH my goodness, the whole scene had me DYIN’. And then throw in Star Jones tryna keep it civil and keep it gangsta at the same time. I was just WAITIN for Star to respond to the fat attack. Did anyone else fall out when Star said “bitch” followed by “bitches”?

 
Wait, and Star lookin at Jennavecia crazy when she said she wanted to do “movies and tv and stuff”.

 

 
 

Have Mercy!

 

 

 

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“My baby’s momma is about your size”.

So?

Are you saying I’m fit to be your baby’s momma? Or are you tryna humor me with the comparison?

 
And what do you mean my size? Are you tryna tell me that you’re familiar with “loving” someone my size?

 
Well good for you. But don’t ever compare me to your baby’s mom.

 

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“So him, all of his baby momma’s, and I have the same t–”

I couldn’t even let her finish.

What do you mean ALL of his baby’s mommas? Just how many does he have???

 
“3”

 
Cot jamn.

 
So why are we still talkin about him and his baby’s mommas? And why did you include yourself in that conversation?

 

 

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