I’m not single…I’m just out to get your man. Then there are the “potential suitors” *shiver* yes the ones that keep you on your phone, with nothing sensible but what the hell anything to stop singing along to “all the single ladies” curse you Beyonce, there’s nothing glamorous about this. So back to these suitors we put up with just to change our facebook status…oh no thats just me. Now this one in particular happened to have my undivided attention (that’s my way of saying I had the t.v on full volume booming Grey’s anatomy) sigh where’s my cross between Mcsteamy and Mcdreamy….forgive me, it seems my ADD is getting in the way of typing the point of this post.
So there I am drowning in these IMs and he asks “what r u doing?” Personally, I hate that question because we rarely tell the truth about what (or who) we’re doing….yes that applies to you on the toilet taking a dump while reading my oh so amazing words….”SHAME ON YOU!!!!” Back to the dreaded conversation…so I reply “I’m listening to J.cole” now this suitor, lets call him “I-hope-you-get-amnesia-and-forget-I-exist” usually replies as fast as superman saves Lois Lane…now 5 minutes go by, no reply…then wham…1 new message….I excitedly open…”Who that be” interpretation: “I dont know who this great rapper is and you should change numbers and your home address to get me out of your life.”
now the optimistic little girl in me concluded it must be a joke…but alas he replies…”is that reggae” two mistakes were made in that one question….1.my mind does not acknowledge any music labelled “reggae” and 2.who does not know J.Cole (If you’re reading this blog and just ascertained to not knowing him, I kindly ask you to close this page and go look for some “reggae”)
Now you’re wondering how I responded, well let’s just say I am currently shopping for a new name….suggestions will be taken from the minds sensible enough to know this nigga.
where’s that pot of gold