Come On Son

A few weeks ago I went to a party during the MBA weekend...mind you I thought it was for something totally different... anywho... I was at the party and wore shoes that clearly had a deadline... so I danced as much as I could and then found a spot on a speaker to sit... and sit dance.

Now mind you there were men from every where at this party... beautiful black men... and not one the whole time I was there said anything... some smiled and admired... said hello as I flittered my lashes... but not a hey how are you and what's your name.

By the end I was like what the heck...(to my friends) you guys were the mac's of the year and I was sitting there on my speaker...which was pumpin some fantastic base if you know what I mean... My friends quickly pointed out that I was sitting the whole time... okay I will give you that... but I was still in the middle of the action. 

So while getting out of the car... I saw one of the guys I flirted with all visually, no words exchanged at the bar... he finally said something of course hell a late... and while everyone was trying to go home...so no time to talk... I give him my card... he calls me immediately...1AM talkin bout I wanna see you... Ummmmm NO!  Oh and PS he has no car... should have ended there right... wait it gets better... so he text me (hate it but ok) Good Morning... what are you up to today... I tell him and right in the middle of our text... he sends half naked picture... WHAT?  We were talking about how's work and your sending pictures... really....really...ugh! On top of it all the pictures are NOT sexy...and I already know what you look like!  COME ON SON!  Icing on the cake... he works (a barber) for celebrities and ball players...his words not mine...then why in the hell don't you have a car?

If this is what a girl has to look forward too...God help us all!