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You Give Up? Please Do

The Time: about 7 pm on Mother's Day

Place: my living room

The Scenario: " I am watching Fox Sunday line-up in my PJ's....and my text message goes off"

Texter: "Hi Sexy"

Me: *frowns*....doesn't respond. Then thinks..."Let me get this off my chest once and for all" I respond "Yes, Hello??"

Texter: "How are you?"

Me: "I'm well...and you"

Texter: "Good. I still wanna c u one day"

Me: That's it. I've had it. I respond "Actually , I'm not interested in seeing you. I actually saw your FB status that you went from "in a realtionship to single". Not trying to be your "in between chick". Hope things work out for you.

Texter: I was always single. My status was in a relationship for years since I broke up with my ex. One day a couple weeks ago I was feeling really lonely so I decided to finally change it and comment on it"

Me: "Ok Dude. I'm getting a PhD not a HS diploma so dont play me for young and dumb. I saw the comments folks made saying "You two were fine last I saw you" and "you two will get back together soon". Really dude? LMAO! Ok, patna. Peace. I got work to do.

Texter:I give up

Me: Give up? Please do. Cause I like honesty

Texter: I always was honest. My loss I guess. I really liked you

Me: Peace dude.

*and end SCENE*

*takes a bow*


My friend Candi thinks that despite all this madness....I should let dude apply to be my "summer boo". Uhm.... I dunno about that despite dude being "blessed" in that arena (LOL).


  1. "I was always single. My status was in a relationship for years since I broke up with my ex. One day a couple weeks ago I was feeling really lonely so I decided to finally change it and comment on it"

    That line took the cake!!!!!!!!!!

    Naaah, he's definitely not eligible for Summer Boo status. He's too much of a liar. Summer Boo needs to be able to be straight-up and forthright with you about everything.... afterall, there are no strings attached, right? But I don't think this dude is capable of that. Seriously.

  2. My loss I guess.


    One thing I can say about you - straight and to the point!


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