The thing about staying in someone else’s place is that your own private bubble of life is busted and leaves you completely exposed to the realities of someone else’s life.
This week, I’ve interacted with more men than I have in the last 6 months…
The man at the wing place discovered I left my phone. He called out to me, “Shawty, you gon let me call you?” I immediately felt my pockets for my phone. I’m not sure why because it’s not like I was going to take his number. I think it was a reflex reaction because I knew there was no way that he could actually be hitting on me.
The 3 men who sat next to me on the couch over the last 3 days. All of them teased me about being on the phone the entire time they were there. I personally think they were listening to my conversation with the Baby and realized I was a lesbian.
The old man that asked us how we were doing on the way to the mall today. My theory is that he just wanted PS to turn around and face him because she had all of her breasts out. Dirty old man.
I’m adjusting. I have no choice, but I must admit I feel like I’m in culture shock…
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It is hard staying with people and adjusting to the way its done in their hood. I hope things go better or…you hit the lottery and move wherever you want. If you hit the lottery, break me off a piece.
I got you Steadycat!
Awww, I feel you. I’m easy anywhere, as long as I got my you-know-what, but even if I’m cool in others’ places, doesn’t mean they’re necessarily cool with all my whoopin and hollerin. Fortunately, you and I had some nice footage between us. Plus, I sure do like my own bathroom…..