You Again
Went to the local bar and grill last night to catch the game (World Series). Ran into the brotha who would rather text me than come talk to me, but then can’t return a text. I ended up sitting next to him at the bar. It’s funny because he didn’t recognize me. I switched up from the usual hairdo. He complimented it too. In any case, he started up conversation like we were cool like that. I don’t hate him or anything. And I’m sure he’s a nice guy. But if you’re interested, step up to the plate. But don’t expect me to chase you. That’s not what I’m here for.
His friend left so I gave him a ride home. He lives nearby. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and gave me all kinds of excuses reasons why he hasn’t been around. Not like I would know when he’s around or not, but whatever. Then he suggested that I call him, which I won’t. Or that he could call me, which he won’t do either. But whatever.
Hey girl, don’t leave your blog alone!
Ha! I’ve been busy partying and not blogging. Sorry. I should get back on it.