Wednesday, June 16, 2010

A white lie

So, today, walking home from the gym at 7am, one of the biggest "D" (drug) boys in the neighborhood started following me...even cut through an alley to talk to my nasty, sweating, spandex clad self. I was highly annoyed. "Do I look like I'm the 'next one'"?

Temporarily forgetting about the 30 dates, I told him "I don't date"...and then rambled something equivalent to "I'm a nun for God". He responded, "I respect that" and drove off.

This is what I gotta deal with, America. If it weren't for my 30 dates, I'd still think that this was the only option for a woman like me. It ain't so.

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