famb... i messed up man...
coming home from the gym on the motorcycle, i see a HOOD RAT... i'm talking inked up like the subway from Harlem. girlie had on some spanding shorts and spandex bra, all black. (kinda like workout gear), only i knew she wasnt coming from working out.
How? cuz i just know famb. she was out somewhere. the kind of chick that wears stuff like that to walmart.
that mass was calling me. its dark, i'm in the motorcycle, and i see her jumping out of the passenger, while her trailer trash, hood rat, FAT (had to be 3hunna) homegirl hops out the driver. I raise up the visor and say "hello sweetheart" to the massful one.
she just smiles...
me: come over here and talk to me real quick (i pull the bike to the spot in front of them. she walks over and i see the mass in full effect. her homegirl was kinda playing in the cut )
me: how you doing, girlie? where you from? i never seen you around here.
her: oh, i'm from mckinney.
me: aight then. so you're a dallas chick?
her: lol. yeah
*name exchange, small banter*
FAT FRIEND (attempt to block): girl, you got the key to the house? let me have it.
me: i'm sorry. i didnt even introduce myself. i'm over here trying to holla at your friend and was rude to you. what's your name?
fat friend: ummm hmmmm..
me: you sound like you're ready to go. do you mind if i talk with your friend for a little bit. i'll keep her safe, so you can go inside of you want.
fat friend: *laughs in shock, either cuz i was so blunt about her trying to throw shade, or was surprised i spoke to her* nah, i'm good...*fat friends stands there the entire time after this*
her: you better get out of the road before them cops come give you a ticket. (cop passe by)
me: come on, sweetheart. they have to catch me first. plus, he see i'm over here trying to holla at a cutie. he's not going to try and throw salt in my game.
her: lol. aight then.
me: well look, your homey over there looks like she's ready to go, so lets exchange numbers so we can keep choppin it up.
her: sure.
*get her number and text her my name*
THIS IS WHERE I MESSED UP.
me: what's my name? i bet you forgot.
her: fontaine
me: hmmmm... i forgot yours.
her: *smacks* that's not right. yambisha
me: girl, i'm just playing. i had to quiz you and make sure you got mine.
her: lol. okay then.
me: well, look, i gotta go to work tomorrow, so i wont hit you up tonight.
her: yeah, me too
me: but we gonna chop it up though... talk about kicking it, get together,
go on a date, grown up stuff.
her: alright then.
famb... i've noticed EVERY time i say something about either a. a date or b. calling them pretty, i NEVER close the deal... i've seen that thru trial and error, any asking to go spend money on them or calling them pretty never really works.
dont get me wrong. i love going out and kicking it with a yamb. hood rat or not, i like to go to cheap places and eat... and my money aineem really hurting so its a win win (nothing over $30 until you become a corner chick).
but i MESSED that one up... she was a straight up HOOD BOOGER... like, i wouldnt be surprised if she shot a *****....
thought about it and just deleted the number... if she wants to hit me, she'll hit me... otherwise, i'm not eem gonna try and pursue that one... chalked it up as an L...
yambs would have been easy cuz she stays in the apartments across the street. that's walking distance yambs, yo.
it ain't Howard's but it holds it own
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