She walks up the escalator and scouts for a seat. The library is full even on a warm summer night. She plops down at a table of four and seats herself next to a young African-American brother with a hoodie and his PC. She thinks to herself, "Why does he have a hoodie on in the library in the summer?" but she dismisses the thought. As long as he doesn't look crazy she figures that she will be fine.
She pulls out her new purple Mac out of her bag and begins to gather her thoughts, As she starts to type, all of a sudden she smells something....
And what gets me is that men have the damn nerve to be talking about women of a certain age got baggage when they are honestly some big fluckin babies themselves They are just as sensitive as women and throw fits and tantrums like toddlers. All THEE time. Word.
So let's introduce my dude as Trinidad. He is pretty alright. He acts and does a lot of the things I like and he is tolerable….not perfect…but tolerable. He can be a lot of work and sensitive too…he ain’t no different than what I said earlier. I just realize that’s how men eventually turn out to be so now I just try to work with it and see where it goes. We have been dating for about 2.5 years and for me that’s some amazing shit! So let’s see how long I can keep this up. I’ll have to elaborate on dude another time because something between us is brewing. Like I said before — he ain’t perfect, and neither am I.
"Off with his head!"
More later. I can't sit by this musty muthafucca no more!