*disclaimer: read every word thoroughly before you respond/comment because often I write and people don't understand who i'm talking about or the point i'm trying to make, if your comment isn't intellectually formed from thoroughly reading i will ignore it and probably delete it. thanks ;)


i find it so confusing how some guys behave.

they complain they hate gold diggers, they don't like broke chicks, they don't like hos, they don't like ugly girls

but everytime i turn my head and look...*BAM* that's the one they're with!

say what you mean and mean what you say.

for example i was hanging with an old friend of mine a day ago and we was playing catch up and it go a little something like this:

him: dang Jo, a lot has changed. where you man at?
me: ha, yeah a lot has. no man i'm just doing the whole school and work thing, it is what it is.
him: so you not looking?
me: well i'm not not looking but i'm not exactly looking either, i mean if it comes, i'll get it.
him: true. i feel you same for me, i'm just staying focused on what i got to do you know? can't save these hos if they don't want to be saved.
me: not just hos, that goes for anyone . can't save no one that don't want to be saved.
him: yea...and i can't stand the chicks that want to come at your pockets, they don't want hang out, go to the movies, or do none of that until they know your bank roll numbers, it's trife.
me: hmmm but seems like most guys work to get all the money and all the flashy things to get their attention... i mean that's the equation, right? Money + Cars = Hos? I don't see no nuns or like professional people running after rappers or athletes.
him: haha, yeah well I'd rather have me a good girl like a nun or a professional educated woman.
me: that's good to hear. ;)


so wholetime i'm thinking man, my homie is going in the right direction, i'm glad i don't have to worry 'bout him making no wrong decisions. *ANH*

[ring]
me: hey
him: hey, what's up. where's a good restaurant in georgetown or anywhere in dc?
me: it's f-cking 11pm go to mickey d's
him: no, no i'm with my girl and she say she don't eat that, she only eats caviar shit and whatnot
me: you have a girl? and she eats what?
him: i'm serious are you gone help me or not?
me: goodnight.


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