What's up folks? I hope your days are going better than mine. I can't seem to catch a break. I went out on a date Thursday night. I know. If you've been reading this blog, you figure I haven't met anyone to date, but I've actually met one chick that I kinda dig. She's excessively pious, extremely judgemental, and overly superficial. But I need company, so I'm not so choosy in the boonies. Just happy to find a good looking single woman with a college degree from an accredited university. And of course since she's over 30, she's fucking crazy as bat-shit! I think I'll call her "Batshit". Anyway, we were sitting down at a restaurant for a reciprocity dinner (her taking me out after I took her out) and our waitress stepped up. This woman was a cute, lighter skinned sista with her hair braided in that played-out zig zag pattern that used to be favored by young thugs everywhere. She took our orders and was extremely professional. I excused myself to go the restroom. When I returned, Batshit tells me that the waitress hit on her. I looked over at the waitress who was over at another table, but she didn't look back. I asked "What happened?". Batshit tells me "She asked me if this was our first date. I said 'no'. Then she asked if we were a couple. I told her 'no' again. Then she started spitting compliments at me one after another. 'You look nice. You're so pretty. You look good in that dress' Stuff like that. When you came back, she walked away" All I could do is chuckle. If it was a dude, I could check him. What do you do in that situation? I try (God knows I try) to respect gay people and whatever they gotta do. But shit, stay out of my fledgling assed love life, please. If she was to get that ass before me, I don't know what I'd do. As soon as I can, I'll write about my weekend.
Keep it tight for Big Daddy,