Case of the light skinneds

Boys, boys, boys.. when will they EVER learn.

I decided to stop being so hard on them by giving B another chance. After our first outing I told myself that I didn't want to see him again but after much thought and contemplation I decided, why not? Why oh WHY do I do this to myself?

So I call him on Sunday to confirm our plans. I get the vm (go figure) and proceed to leave a message. Monday comes around still no return call but surprise, surprise.. I get a miscellaneous text message asking "how was your weekend?" You guessed right... I didn't respond. I figured it was a prelude to the call that was coming later. It never came. Tuesday (the day of our supposed date) comes and goes. NOTHING. This mothersucker sends me a text message on Wednesday saying "hey sweetie.. what happened to our date yesterday?" ARE YOU SERIOUS? First of all clear your mouth of the word sweetie because no parts of me or what I'm about to say to you are going to come anything close to being a delectable sweet savory taste to your senses. Second of all.. ARE YOU SERIOUS? A text message dude? You couldn't even have the decency to call me back? Nigro please. Try the next sista. Now do you all see why I don't like light skinneds? **AS IF**

Then, as if things couldn't get any worse, I hit the streets with my homegirl C-licious. I wanted to be in my bed more than anything but I went along for the ride. The more dudes spit their loose game, the more I wanted to curl up in my bed. This one dude.. I'll call him BJ.. proceeds to start talking to me. He's cool. We're laughing it up and I appreciate that he's helping me not be that stank girl standing in the club looking mad at the world who was ready to go before she got there (btw.. I was that chick last night). But anyway, we're laughing talking and then he tries to dance with me. I tell him I don't like dancing with other people (I don't). This fool had the audacity to say "This area is about relationships. It's all about who you know and I'm trying to help you out." Say WHAT now? Come again? I thought I hadn't heard him correctly and leaned in closer only for this fool to repeat it again. So me dancing with you is supposed to give me the "key to the city?" Repeat after me: "Nigro please!" I laughed and kept trying to move around him while signaling to my girl that I was 100% RET TO GO. Thankfully she caught on and we proceeded to deuce out but not before Mr. "I got the hook up" himself popped his booty on me. Ew. Don't you EVER as a grown man pop your booty. EVER. But then again.. he was light skinned. Could I really expect anything different?