On one hand, I can’t walk past the kiosk, or hang out with homeboys (niggas that waited til now to decide they thought I was cute and not just “one of the guys”) without having to get a lecture about how…”If ya’ll ain’t together, then you can talk to me”. It’s like on one hand, I understand where they’re coming from–don’t get me wrong…I get tired of NOT saying who makes me smile all day. (But that’s not so bad cause I wouldn’t dare share when he makes me mad…right?) And it’s wierd sayin you’re single, when you don’t even SEE other niggas–I’m sayin I would if I could…my vision is 20/20…minus other cats. And yeah, the idea of “sharing” makes me wanna…slash tires and egg cars. (Keepin it classy isn’t as easy as it looks…) But, I’m patient…cause on the other hand,
TITLES RUINED MY LIFE!!! I mean…my last serious relationships were cut short by committment. I see now that I can be with my best friend for the rest of my life…but I’ll lose him as a boyfriend in a weekend. Titles don’t always validate something…I know plenty of niggas in “Relationships” that are now more single than ever! And if they don’t act on it, it’s ALL they think about…
- The early girl has to deal with the guy who’s not ready for a relationship, and wants to screw his way through the phone book.
- The late girl has to deal with wanting a nigga who’s already got a girlfriend.
- And the girl who’s on time–The Girlfriend–has to deal with her nigga cheating on her with the early and late girls.
On the third hand (it’s an abnormal growth, lol) I’m split down the middle, cause it’s like…Even though I don’t buy into “titles”…nothing makes me more at home! I’ve come to the conclusion that as a girlfriend…I’m not insecure, paranoid and I don’t nag. I’m NEVER anyone’s “Insecure Girlfriend”…but you can best believe, I’m that suspicious, skeptical girl you’re talking to. My intuition IS in overdrive…and as stupid as it sounds, I KNOW drawing a line would pacify me. But alas…I’m not holding my breath…this is college right? Patience is a virtue and all that…blah, blah, blah…we’re young…and all that jazz. “Just don’t start too many fights, or leave me alone too many nights and I THINK we’ll be alright…”Still single and taken. 
