All of sudden though, things speed up. He asks can he come over to my house to fix me dinner the next day.
Uh slow down brutha. We had ONE conversation, I don't know you, and I don't even know your name. So why would I let you up in my place around my knives and shyt? Nuh uh. So I told him that I thought we should go out somewhere instead. He was like okay but it was like he didn't get it. Now he was like well after going out I could come by HIS house in Brooklyn so he could make some drinks. WTF?