Fact: Women Take Rejection Harder Than (Most) Men

 

 Truth.com. This post is gonna sound like I'm salty as hell. But I am, so s'whatever. It is what it is and I wanna be as real with ya'll as possible (no faking the fizzle). I know what I want and I don't like playing games. I've come to the point in my life where I'm too old for this redundant High School peanut butter and jelly bullshit. I mean, what's the point of pussyfooting around an issue? You either want something or you don't, right? It's a wrap for indecisive dudes this year; I don't have the time nor the energy to chase ya'll anymore.

 I know for a fact I'm trippin' with this one though, folks. I like dude. I've expressed this to him, thoroughly. Aigh, so it's been established, we gonna get it poppin' like we 'sposed to do, right? I wouldn't even mind just smashing to keep it 100 with ya'll because to tell ya'll the truth (God as my witness), I ain't had my back blown out in a minute. I don't have sex with anybody I don't feel I have a connection with and since dude fits the bill/my criteria I thought this was the perfect opportunity. Plus he's local and I'd prefer not to make a habit out of travelling for dick.

"We ignore the ones who adore us, adore the ones who ignore us, hurt the ones who love us, and love those who hurt us."

 This doesn't necessarily correlate with my post verbatim, but regardless, the gist of the quote is fairly accurate with the situation. Women are so ass-backwards. Blue's Clues Logic and shit. Obviously no bias considering I am the proud owner of a vagina but I'm keeping it real as hell right now. Why the fuck do we want what's not good for us or what we don't think we can attain as easily as it's willing to come to us? Matter fact, I'm gonna opt to go more in depth with this in another entry. So fuck it.

In Conclusion...

 If shit's not at least mutual I can't even fuck with it. K.I.M status. It's cool to pursue something or someone you're interested in but you have to draw a line in the sand somewhere. Putting yourself out there time and time again to someone who is unresponsive is not the move. This persistence bullshit ain't really me and I have too many great good options to start sweatin' somebody who doesn't know what they want. At the end of the day I might not always (necessarily) get what I want but it saves time; and that's not a resource I have in abundance these days (despite the frequent blog updates, naturally. This shit my therapy ya'll). I ain't addressing this shit again neither. Once is more than enough.

(On a sidenote, I guess karma really is a bitch. I lost)

7 Dates on 7 Nights Vol. II: Tuesday

 

 Well, I wouldn't really call it a date per se... actually, I'm quite confused as to what it was myself. Let me start from the beginning, there's actually a generally interesting back story as to how I met dude. It all started last summer...

 I was walking from my complex to the post office about 3 blocks away blasting my ipod and minding my own business. All of a sudden I see an x5 in the right lane driving down the strip in the opposite direction. He honks and signals that he's gonna make a U-turn to come talk to me (Oh God... who am I kidding though he has an x5...). I don't usually stop what I'm doing and wait for somebody to holla at me but I can't front, I was curious as hell to see who dude was. At that point, I hadn't been in the neighborhood too long and wasn't particularly familiar with anybody living there.

 Eventually he made his way over to me, pulled in to a nearby parking lot and came out to talk to me. He was brolic as a motherfucker. He asked the standard questions; "What's your name?; When did you move here?; Do you have a man?" etc. At that point I was seeing someone so I told him what the deal was but he remained persistent. He offered me a ride to wherever I was going but I assured him my destination was close and I'd rather walk it. He gave me his number anyways, told me to give him a call when I stopped messing with 'little niggas'. I didn't really think that much of it and went on with my day. I never called him.

 Fast-forward to the end of summer and the beginning of fall. Someone to whom I was close with in the hood found himself in some proverbial hot water. Long story short, he was hustling under some dude and was late on a few payments. He went incognito for a while after being threatened with his life on a few separate occasions. Come to find out he was moving product under my man in the x5. He (was) heavy in the streets for years apparently. Damn.

 Last Thursday I was on my way home from work and I stopped at the bodega corner store for some phillies and much to my surprise, guess who I ran into? He was with somebody in the passenger seat, young dude, so I assumed he was working. He proceeded to compliment me (yeah, I looked pretty fly that day. Stepped out the house with 5 inch stilettos in 7 inches of snow. It's nothin' though.) and ask for my number since I didn't know how to keep in contact with folk. No more than 10 minutes later I was bombarded with texts from dude. Talkin' about how he can't wait to do something and how he digs my swag. I was tired as hell that night and didn't feel like going out so I gave him a call and we talked for a bit. We stayed in contact texting and calling back and forth all weekend and he expressed he couldn't wait to take me out. Said he'd been thinking about me all the time. Wow, he's going super hard.

 

 Sunday night rolled around and he asked to do something but I had already made plans (see blog post below) so I told him most definitely this week we'll get up. I came home from work Tuesday, tired as hell from the day, weather was terrible and I had almost no motivation to do anything. I reached into my pea coat to grab the keys to my apartment and just as I was about to unlock the door, I felt something vibrate. I pulled out my phone. It was him.

 We made plans to kick it that night around 9 so again, I waited for the call telling me he was downstairs waiting for me in the lobby. He pulls up in yet another vehicle and I walk over and hop in. He explains he just uses this vehicle (HUGE truck, that's the extent of my automobile knowledge, kiddos) for touring purposes and that he's picking up his white range rover the next day. We talk about work and the area specifically. He lives in the suburbs and has a spot downtown but he grew up in the hood. My hood. He talks about his endeavors in the music industry, his label, book deal, websites, travels across the country and mentions one of his artists is dropping a single in the next week or so. I listen to the unmixed versions of a few tracks. They were hot. He explains that he's in the process of shopping him to a few major labels south of the border and has thus far gotten a very positive response.

 We hit up his crib in the burbs to pick something up and cop some trees. He gave me a copy of his book. I'm actually reading it at work right now. It's a fictional story about life growing up in the hood that loosely mirrors his own experiences. I'd post a link but I'd like to preserve some semblance of anonymity; even though he would probably love the promotion.

In Conclusion...

 Overall I had a good night. I was surprised at how eloquent and articulate he was. Pleasantly surprised. We talked about the business, marketing and promotion and I might now have the opportunity to get my feet wet in the industry. He's a genuinely nice guy and I look forward to seeing him again if for nothing more than to establish whether he has ulterior motives or not. Loyalty is paramount for dude and I feel like if I started to fuck with him I'd have to make a lot of drastic changes in my life and situation. We'll see what happens.

7 Dates on 7 Nights Vol. I: Sunday

 So last night I went out on a movie date with a dude from the West End. We hadn't really had much contact since the first time we spoke but he seemed like a genuinely nice guy so when he asked me out I happily obliged. Initially we planned to go out on a double date (which I was apprehensive about, considering they were his friends; and more specifically his friend and his girlfriend) but Sunday afternoon rolled around and when I sent him a text to see if we were still on he had mentioned it would be just he and I that evening. Relief flooded my body instantaneously. OK, I can deal with this.

 

 Needless to say I spent the remainder of the day primping and preening. Earlier I had gotten a manicure/pedicure so all I really had to take care of was showering, shaving (hey, you never know, right?), and making sure whatever I was gonna wear was immaculately clean and pressed. I ended up wearing black stiletto peep toe pumps with a tight pencil skirt and a cute ruffled blouse. Naturally, I coupled that with matching black bra and lace panties (hey, you never know, right?).

 Around a quarter to 9, he called me telling me that he was downstairs. I grabbed my bag and proceeded down to the lobby. As I stepped out of the elevator and walked toward the main entrance I turned my swag on, word to Soulja Boy. I took a quick glance at the mirror adjacent to the mailboxes in the lobby, flicked my hair, licked my lips and strutted toward his vehicle waiting outside my complex. I felt bad as hell.

 We arrived at the movie theater about an hour later and decided to catch the last showing of 'He Is Just Not That Into You' (hmmm). When we entered the theater he suggested we go to the very back (hmmm) so I humored him and we took our seats moments before the lights dimmed. We made small talk during the previews and I could tell he was nervous. It was cute though. 

 Throughout the movie we made the mandatory color commentary and loosened up a bit. I caught him looking at me on more than a few occasions and all I could do was smile. There's something about this dude that's attractive and charming as hell to me. At one point he had asked to hold my hand. I thought his request was somewhat strange because if he would have done so without asking I probably would have done it anyways but I guess he needed that reassurance.

 We both had work in the morning so we agreed it would be best for him to take me home instead of opting to have a few drinks and bullshit at the bar for a while. He was very respectful the whole night and it made me feel very safe and comfortable to be in his company. In some respects he made me feel like I was 16 again; and that's not a bad thing. As the night drew to a close and we pulled up to my building he motioned to kiss me... and I actually let him. To anyone that knows me personally, they know I'm not the biggest advocate of this at all... hell, I don't even share my blunts. Something about the situation just felt right so I threw caution to the wind and just went for it; and I'm glad I did. He was an amazing kisser and left me wanting more. 

 We ended up talking on the phone tonight for a bit and discussed a second date. 

In Conclusion...

 I was pleasantly surprised to find that not all men in this city are lame. I would never have thought that this dude was my type but if I just open myself up to more possibilities I can easily find someone who is worth my time and energy. I'm not necessarily looking for anything serious right now but he's definitely someone I can kick it with; so we'll see what happens.