I woulda put his triflin ass on blast today. Or I woulda’ let a lil tear drop while the sad hulk music played in the background…
But I am Flaca, so allow me to get into mannish character. ::::grips metaphorical balls::::
Aight. So, this nigga gon’ accidently send me a text intended for another chic. This is the second time, and though he ain’t a fulltime employee, it’s still not the kind of behavior I’d like for any of my workers to exhibit. It shows your lack of committment to the company and your failure to pay attention to detail. It’s one thing to be talkin to other girls…hell…that’s the whole basis of us not bein exclusive…I expect that. But by all means…don’t have too many to keep up with, don’t EVER think I’m interchangeable, and certainly don’t lie about it. I handed him a pink slip immediately. He begged for his job back…
“Since we haven’t been talkin it really has left an empty place in my heart. I try daily to put you off to the side but the thought of you never leaves me. I realized I haven’t only
messed up a relationship with an angel in my eyes, but I have also lost my
friend, and soulmate…and I can’t stop beating myself up for
that”
(There was a lot more, in other messages, but I’d hate to get caught with too much counterfeit on hand–I’d go to jail for possession with intention to distribute) So. I didn’t pay it any attention, but left it on the counter where Krisaela got a hold of it. She starts respondin to him, and next thing you know we got false hope on our hands. Just as he thinks everything is peachy keen, his other chic tags him in the pics they recently took at the Mav’s game on Kidd’s first night back in Dallas. (Shit he used to do with Krisaela) LMAO!!!!!!!!!!! Krisaela came and got me (on the brink of tears like a lil baby ass cry baby) so I finalized his termination and got rid of his position (Extra On-Call) altogether.
As if that wasn’t enough, yesterday I go out for a day of “Shit I like to do that doesn’t involve or include anyone but my selfish ass”. I shopped for jewelry, got my hair done, got the honey pot checked out at the Doc’s (it’s still fat, hard to get into and most importantly, uncontaminated!) and my last stop was a trip to Victoria’s Secret. I find myself in my own little world after discovering what I think is the best bra in the world. I barely notice some bright chic with highlights walk by with a guy. Outta my peripheral, I don’t pay dude much attention but he looks skaterish (I thought). Before I leave the “Very Sexy” area for the “Pink” section, I glance up thinking, “That girl was prolly cute (at least her hair was)…but the guy with her prolly wasn’t…let me take a look an make an assumption as to how they met/why they’re together.” (For the record, it’s NOT just me that does silly stuff like that!!!)
I look up to see the girl absorbed in the lacy panties, and dude’s body language (I hadn’t looked at his face yet) looked secretly uncomfortable. Like, if I were a stranger (which I thought I was) I wouldn’t have read the discomfort he was projecting. But alas, it was Mr. “Strike 3″ himself. (The chic was either the other chic…or another other chic…sorry, I didn’t pay much attention)LOL, Krisaela says, “I see you spreadin ya self so thin it ain’t hard to see through” But Flaca (She was already diggin’ through the “Pink” panties lookin for her “5 for $25″ said, “If hoe ass niggas come in all shapes and sizes, why the FUCK can’t I find a medium in these hipsters???”
Lol, ya’ll be goode.
Worth the wait? Yes. Worth the risk…hope so. *goofy grin*