6- 14 years ago, the dudes that have recently entered *eyeroll* my life would've had a field day with me. I would've justified every slight for a variety of reasons. Remember the Stace who literally smelled the next chick's Sweet Pea bath and body worx on dude and still stayed around? Or the Stace thought she was hot isht cause she was flown out to Texas only to find out other chick just left the week before? UGH! That was the old me! Now I'm calling out BS the minute I see it! Or am I?
You guys have read a lil something about the dude I call Angry Black Man. The one who liked to talk about my ovaries getting old, how I'm skinny for an African woman, how I'm bougie even though I went to FAM, etc... yeah, I was dealing with that foolishness for longer than I should've been because of what he is on paper. Good looking, athletic, phD candidate. All the good stuff any woman would want, right? And I do remember him being funny in college but I was not paying attention to him, I was busy with the engineers and Alphas lol
Any hoo, ABM found himself being mad at me for not giving him the time of day back then. Ok, that was then, this is now, what's good? Oh, you want to dwell in the past? stay there. Oh, you want to bring up Hampton? That's old. and on and on and on.
A few weeks ago, he said something slick out his mouth and I hung up on him. Then the stank text of, "Did you hang up on me? How old are you?"
ignore.
then came the Boys2Men texts.
ignore.
then the emails.
ignore.
I totally forgot to block him from my gchat so he hit me with "you're still not talking to me?"
Me: I have nothing to say to you.
ABM: really? am I that bad?
Me:
ABM:I think we need to sit down and talk in person.
Me: you've expressed yourself plenty of times, I'm straight.
ABM: could it have been misconstrued over the phone?
Me: text messages get misconstrued because there's no voice inflection. actual conversations of the same thing over and over again don't get misconstrued.
ABM: so you don't want to sit down and talk?
Me: talk about what? we've had eight too many conversations of you coming at my life. I'm good.
ABM: I don't even know what you do with your life.
Me: whatever man.
ABM: I do come at you... but I was being sarcastic and you take it to heart, you really shouldn't.
Me: ...
you can keep that. I don't think you're funny or nice. We don't see eye-to-eye and quite frankly, I don't like you. You steady reminding me why I didn't pay attention to you at FAM. Keep it moving and I'll keep doing the same.
