Friday, April 14, 2006
It's The Weekend Babeeee
This is my first real weekend of being single and in my new spot...
Last week, I moved and was getting settled. Even though I am not fully in like I want to be...I am in there babeeee.
Friday I sent someone an email ...all friendly like, and I know it was friendly because it pained me to HAVE to be nice to him. However, I know this person and knew if I said anything close to distasteful, that he would run with it. Well, I shoulda known it would be taken TOTALLY out of context, I ended up getting a response that was ignorant from and ignorant male. Sorta makes things clear about why they aren't around anymore!......I hate over-emotional men, don't you? (I could tell you stories about the number of times this man has cried) Didn't really mess up my mood because his response...it's typical, basic and not out of the ordinary. Friday night I was suppose to have a "date" but I'd rather hang out with friends. I was gonna get together with this chick, this dude and maybe ol' boy if he feels like being bothered. But ended up getting home and feeling tired and a headache came on. Which has been happening more and more lately. I think it's a tad bit of stress, a tad bit of the pollen in the air and a tad bit of me being a hypochondriac. I was in bed and asleep by 7 on Friday night.
Saturday I woke up at the ass crack of dawn...cleaned my little flat and made my check list of things to get since The Itch was coming by this morning to take me shopping for the day. Wanted to spend the tax refund money but seeing as The Itch is trying to atone for past sins...he paid for everything this weekend....a whopping total of $800 for junk for my flat. He wanted to do it...he needed to do it...so I let him.
After all I was following RJ's advice: "Men need to feel needed. They like to do things for you, so let them"
Hey, I don't say this shit...I just write it...lol
We got back in late ....he stayed until he had to go to work (he worked late)...truth be told, I didn't want him there but how do I tell someone that just spent $800 on MY place that I don't want him IN my place...lol I couldn't sleep, I was very uncomfortable. I had gotten a text from RJ letting me know he was at The Den (case I wanted to be where he was)...I wanted to go but....couldn't...so I am home, in bed and uncomfortable. *huge sigh*
Finally, after me getting up and out of bed every 3o mintes makes him ask "what's wrong?"
It's freaking 12:30...I don't want to have a talk about what's wrong...I WANT to SLEEP. I say I have a headache or some BS and he goes back to sleep and after he leaves at 3AM, guess what happened?
I fell asleep just.like.that. I spread myself out across my bed and was knocked the eff out. I don't even think he was out of my building before I was content and comfortable.
Woke up at 6 for church on Sunday with this chick. I really enjoyed myself. It made me think about my life since I have been in NYC. I have gone to church a total of 3 times and that was in the first couple of months that I was in NYC...with T.I.M.
I was thinking that I would tell y'all how I felt and what changes I wanted to make in my life but.......whatever changes will be evident...IF I make any. lol Plus, I am not sure that I am ready or willing to give up some things that make up my life right now. I am not doing nearly as much as I could but....alot more than I should be.
We left the church after spotting what looked like a very very VERY hungover, tired and mad Dude. He looked at my little bit of cleavage, while standing face to face with him on the elevator. I know 'cause I saw him, eyes glancing down then shooting back up to make eye contact again...brotha man you ain't slick!...and just like the older gentleman sitting next to me who bent over and looked at my cleavage a total of 4 times as he told me his name and said he hoped to see me come back soon....ya hear. I must admit that I was showing way too much cleavage...but believe me...THAT shirt use to fit me well, ask this man (the first night I met him I had it on) I have since lost weight since I wore it last and now it sorta hangs on me...thus, over exposed cleaveage.
After church we headed to Earl's Afro for brunch. Was nice bud-da, I could have thought of a dozen other places to go... The Afro had a "special" Easter brunch.... yea whateva, just bring back the regular brunch menu please. The chick and I talked about....men. A little about work, her moving back to NYC, MY friendships, and her Beantown experience. Was a little chilly in the air and my fat little feet were sqeezing through my sandal slits so I couldn't walk back to the house for a leisurely walk...plus I was tired as hell from the lack of sleep due to The Itch the night before. The chick and I caught a car back to the spot...we said our goodbyes and she headed to the one-teens to see...family? I headed to bed.
I get in the house and decide I need to hook up the dvd player The Itch bought me....I call RJ and he comes over to harrass me about....nothing. We discuss relationships, rights & wrongs, what's fair & called for, music, and as usual...that's the extent of our conversation lol He's tired from his night out and I am sleepy because of my night in...so we drift for a minute until he get's his daily ass call and he has to leave.
Fast forward 3 hours, I get up and The Itch picks me up at 6 to head out to Rutherford for the Nets game... We are an hour and a half early so we stuff our faces with all types of sports arena food...and beer. He looks over at me with this look on his face..........and FINALLY get's it........
"I see why you have so many guy friends.....you act JUST like a guy. I've thought in the past that you have said some things, that I thought a guy would say...and alot of things that a lady wouldn't, but now I see it."
Huh?
"You eat tons of junk food like guys, you drink beer...out of the bottle, you burp and keep on talking, you play pool, you like going to sports games (I bought the tickets for the basketball game), and you talk major shit. Yet, your small, attractive and soft. I see NOW why you have so many male friends. Your one of the guys!"
Me: "oh that, yea.....duh! I've always been this way...THAT'S what you liked about me when you first met me. I don't mince words, I speak what's on my mind. I say what I mean and mean what I say. I'm a very loyal friend AND I like all the things that you like........ DUH!" (I don't tell him that a majority of my male friends tried to start off being more than just friends but it's like he's had an epiphany so I don't it because he is in a happy place that makes him feel like he understands, why should I discount his "insight"...lol)
The Itch: "Shut up and give me a kiss!"
I lean over and give him my forehead to kiss......"you get lip kisses when I wanna give them, not when you say. I'm the boss up in this piece yo!"
He laughs and says I am silly.We left early because it was a sloooooow game and we'd gotten there so early...seeemed like we were in the first half forever. He takes me home and then calls me when he gets home.
Now that we don't live together we have gone back to being like we were when we FIRST met. He's so sweet and nice and fun.......... yet, what he doesn't know....there are no get backs with Bloopty.... we're done! I'm just hanging around until I spot my next prey. I like him...ALOT alot alot.....but the side of him that he showed me when I lived with him....was very mean. He wasn't nice to me. He cared but.....he has tendecnies. Funny thing about it is when I go back to this story, I knew I wasn't suppose to be with him. Y'all TOLD me to let him go......... but what did I do........what-the-eff-ever.....y'all suppose to be my bogger buddies...stop shaking your head at me........
It's Monday and I am still sleepy...what the hell! At least I haven't been nauseated lately....but damn if I'm not sleepy as hell all the time.
I head to the Met's game tonight...meeting him there...I am taking the train. This should be...fun...44 degrees and I am grumpy when I am tired........we'll see.
That ladies and gentlemen is the extent of my weekend.
Last week, I moved and was getting settled. Even though I am not fully in like I want to be...I am in there babeeee.
Friday I sent someone an email ...all friendly like, and I know it was friendly because it pained me to HAVE to be nice to him. However, I know this person and knew if I said anything close to distasteful, that he would run with it. Well, I shoulda known it would be taken TOTALLY out of context, I ended up getting a response that was ignorant from and ignorant male. Sorta makes things clear about why they aren't around anymore!......I hate over-emotional men, don't you? (I could tell you stories about the number of times this man has cried) Didn't really mess up my mood because his response...it's typical, basic and not out of the ordinary. Friday night I was suppose to have a "date" but I'd rather hang out with friends. I was gonna get together with this chick, this dude and maybe ol' boy if he feels like being bothered. But ended up getting home and feeling tired and a headache came on. Which has been happening more and more lately. I think it's a tad bit of stress, a tad bit of the pollen in the air and a tad bit of me being a hypochondriac. I was in bed and asleep by 7 on Friday night.
Saturday I woke up at the ass crack of dawn...cleaned my little flat and made my check list of things to get since The Itch was coming by this morning to take me shopping for the day. Wanted to spend the tax refund money but seeing as The Itch is trying to atone for past sins...he paid for everything this weekend....a whopping total of $800 for junk for my flat. He wanted to do it...he needed to do it...so I let him.
After all I was following RJ's advice: "Men need to feel needed. They like to do things for you, so let them"
Hey, I don't say this shit...I just write it...lol
We got back in late ....he stayed until he had to go to work (he worked late)...truth be told, I didn't want him there but how do I tell someone that just spent $800 on MY place that I don't want him IN my place...lol I couldn't sleep, I was very uncomfortable. I had gotten a text from RJ letting me know he was at The Den (case I wanted to be where he was)...I wanted to go but....couldn't...so I am home, in bed and uncomfortable. *huge sigh*
Finally, after me getting up and out of bed every 3o mintes makes him ask "what's wrong?"
It's freaking 12:30...I don't want to have a talk about what's wrong...I WANT to SLEEP. I say I have a headache or some BS and he goes back to sleep and after he leaves at 3AM, guess what happened?
I fell asleep just.like.that. I spread myself out across my bed and was knocked the eff out. I don't even think he was out of my building before I was content and comfortable.
Woke up at 6 for church on Sunday with this chick. I really enjoyed myself. It made me think about my life since I have been in NYC. I have gone to church a total of 3 times and that was in the first couple of months that I was in NYC...with T.I.M.
I was thinking that I would tell y'all how I felt and what changes I wanted to make in my life but.......whatever changes will be evident...IF I make any. lol Plus, I am not sure that I am ready or willing to give up some things that make up my life right now. I am not doing nearly as much as I could but....alot more than I should be.
We left the church after spotting what looked like a very very VERY hungover, tired and mad Dude. He looked at my little bit of cleavage, while standing face to face with him on the elevator. I know 'cause I saw him, eyes glancing down then shooting back up to make eye contact again...brotha man you ain't slick!...and just like the older gentleman sitting next to me who bent over and looked at my cleavage a total of 4 times as he told me his name and said he hoped to see me come back soon....ya hear. I must admit that I was showing way too much cleavage...but believe me...THAT shirt use to fit me well, ask this man (the first night I met him I had it on) I have since lost weight since I wore it last and now it sorta hangs on me...thus, over exposed cleaveage.
After church we headed to Earl's Afro for brunch. Was nice bud-da, I could have thought of a dozen other places to go... The Afro had a "special" Easter brunch.... yea whateva, just bring back the regular brunch menu please. The chick and I talked about....men. A little about work, her moving back to NYC, MY friendships, and her Beantown experience. Was a little chilly in the air and my fat little feet were sqeezing through my sandal slits so I couldn't walk back to the house for a leisurely walk...plus I was tired as hell from the lack of sleep due to The Itch the night before. The chick and I caught a car back to the spot...we said our goodbyes and she headed to the one-teens to see...family? I headed to bed.
I get in the house and decide I need to hook up the dvd player The Itch bought me....I call RJ and he comes over to harrass me about....nothing. We discuss relationships, rights & wrongs, what's fair & called for, music, and as usual...that's the extent of our conversation lol He's tired from his night out and I am sleepy because of my night in...so we drift for a minute until he get's his daily ass call and he has to leave.
Fast forward 3 hours, I get up and The Itch picks me up at 6 to head out to Rutherford for the Nets game... We are an hour and a half early so we stuff our faces with all types of sports arena food...and beer. He looks over at me with this look on his face..........and FINALLY get's it........
"I see why you have so many guy friends.....you act JUST like a guy. I've thought in the past that you have said some things, that I thought a guy would say...and alot of things that a lady wouldn't, but now I see it."
Huh?
"You eat tons of junk food like guys, you drink beer...out of the bottle, you burp and keep on talking, you play pool, you like going to sports games (I bought the tickets for the basketball game), and you talk major shit. Yet, your small, attractive and soft. I see NOW why you have so many male friends. Your one of the guys!"
Me: "oh that, yea.....duh! I've always been this way...THAT'S what you liked about me when you first met me. I don't mince words, I speak what's on my mind. I say what I mean and mean what I say. I'm a very loyal friend AND I like all the things that you like........ DUH!" (I don't tell him that a majority of my male friends tried to start off being more than just friends but it's like he's had an epiphany so I don't it because he is in a happy place that makes him feel like he understands, why should I discount his "insight"...lol)
The Itch: "Shut up and give me a kiss!"
I lean over and give him my forehead to kiss......"you get lip kisses when I wanna give them, not when you say. I'm the boss up in this piece yo!"
He laughs and says I am silly.We left early because it was a sloooooow game and we'd gotten there so early...seeemed like we were in the first half forever. He takes me home and then calls me when he gets home.
Now that we don't live together we have gone back to being like we were when we FIRST met. He's so sweet and nice and fun.......... yet, what he doesn't know....there are no get backs with Bloopty.... we're done! I'm just hanging around until I spot my next prey. I like him...ALOT alot alot.....but the side of him that he showed me when I lived with him....was very mean. He wasn't nice to me. He cared but.....he has tendecnies. Funny thing about it is when I go back to this story, I knew I wasn't suppose to be with him. Y'all TOLD me to let him go......... but what did I do........what-the-eff-ever.....y'all suppose to be my bogger buddies...stop shaking your head at me........
It's Monday and I am still sleepy...what the hell! At least I haven't been nauseated lately....but damn if I'm not sleepy as hell all the time.
I head to the Met's game tonight...meeting him there...I am taking the train. This should be...fun...44 degrees and I am grumpy when I am tired........we'll see.
That ladies and gentlemen is the extent of my weekend.
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