15
Jun

Talking to Me?

Howdy,

This is a rant. Plain and simple. The other day I was in Burger King for lunch and while signing a work meal voucher a man in his late 40′s leaned over and asked, ” Can I get one of those vouchers” I responded with a firm “No” and he said I was mean. I’m fine with that. Let’s roll on down to tonight. I leave the gym and stop by the wholesale to get some stuff and a young man with his head wrapped in a merino and wearing a merino and cut off jeans leans over to me and says” Baby is a coincidence this? How the two a we end up here at the same time?” Me: “well I needed soap and you clearly want something to buy” He persists asking me what’s my name on facebook *PAUSE*
IT is at this very moment I’m thinking to myself “what the fuck is going on, why are these men even brave enough to approach me?” When did I get so approachable that perfect strangers are comfortable asking me for a meal voucher and my facebook. BACK THE FUCK UP!
I don’t care if you want to call me a snob but there are certain men regardless of your address or social status that I will not speak to romantically EV-ER. And NO ONE dare write me about ghetto men. I have spoken to my fair share. My problem is how does begging me a meal voucher open up a door to maybe getting my number and Nigga why is your head wrapped in a merino?! I have so many questions.
It has reached the point now where I go out and I honestly don’t see new men. If you’re not a friend of mine, work associate or acquaintance I don’t see you. Why? Because half of the time I end up in conversations like the aforementioned that leave me baffled, driving home wondering if im drunk.
And females you can’t possibly think you’ve escaped. SOMEBODY IS FUCKING THESE NINJAS!!!! Someone is giving them their phone number and Facebook. STOP IT! If you walk up to me with a merino on your head I automatically assume that you are wiping my car glass. Stop. Fucking. These. men!!! I cannot say it enough.

Ok I’m done. If this happens to you just ask “You talking to me?” and keep it moving. UGH!

Faith & Love (non for bums)

Mamachel

P.S. When I told merino man no he said to search him on Facebook : Gungo daps or some shit like that. I can’t eventalk about the fact he’s named after some damn peas.
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