So....

I've been in a MUCH better mood. =o)

Went out last Saturday & had an interesting time, to say the least. Spot one was NOT the business. But... we indulged in a lil' libation, none the less. Malibu & Pineapple on the rocks. I was drinking that mess like it was Kool-aid... yet STILL never caught a buzz. No real cuties strollin' up in that joint (or in that joint) for that matter, or at least none I didn't already know. So... we're sittin' there chillin'... and in comes a posse of dudes. One of them jokers was BE-U-TI-FUL! The record stopped. Myself and my (2) girlfriends were dayum near salivating over that joker. Convo went like:
Me: WHO is THAT?!!
N&G: Yeah... who is that?!!
Me: Dude was friggin' gorgeous!
N: He still is! *smh*

We determined that his tail was a new recruit for the Broncos. And with that being said... we exited that joint stage left. Ended up at another bar. *sidenote* this bar is now my favorite bar. Anyhoo... it's a smaller joint, size wise but... it was going to serve it's purpose. We walk in and like 12 of our (mine & G's) boys are in that piece. So... we immediately started getting drinks bought for us. This guy walks over to me about 20 minutes in (I figured he was w/ the crew of dudes since I saw him sitting on the edge of their booth). Convo ensues:
Him: I peeped you from across the room & had to come over & speak.
Me: *smile*
Him: I think you are absolutely beautiful.
Me: Awww... thanks. (insert fake smile here)
Him: I'm in real estate and I own my own business.
Me: *blank stare*
Tangent: WHY do men come out of their mouths w/ this foolishness 5.2 seconds into their introduction? I just don't get it. 1st, I never even ASKED what he did. 2nd, now he's trying to sell what he has instead of himself (so he shant be mad if he attracts a gold-digger). And 3rd, this negro hadn't even said what his friggin' NAME was, yet. *smh* TURN OFF. Not that he was a turn on to begin w/ cause... he dayum sure wasn't. Negro had on a ragedy polo shirt, some khaki pants and some black (considerably worn) tennis shoes, an uneven fro, a jacked up grill and all this @ a bar on one of most uppity side of town. Right... *smh* But... now he wanted me to believe this story coming out of his mouth 5.2 seconds into the convo? I think not... but... I digress. I wasn't tryin' to be rude (as I thought he was a friend of someone in the boy crew) so I just let him keep talking. End tangent.
Me: Oh okay.
Him: Yeah... I've come a long way.
Me: Um... okay, Great. So what kind of real estate do you do?
Him: Well... I'm actually about to take the test to get my real estate license.
Me: (*thinking hmmm...*) Yeah, my girl N right here has her license. She's a real estate agent.
Him: Oh really. (N asks him a couple of questions just to test him on real estate)
Him: Am I ugly or something?
Me: Excuse me?
Him: Do you think I'm ugly?
Me: *thinking WTF?! Who asks some *ish like that? This negro CAN'T be serious w/ this *ish. Especially when you're not the cutest pickle in the patch to begin with. Grrr... Is this some kind of trick question. Ugh!
Me: Um... Do YOU think you're ugly?
Him: No... I don't think I'm ugly. *Gasp! then why the fukk ask me that *ish?*
Me: Well if you don't think you're ugly, why do you care what anyone else thinks? If you think you've got it going on, that's all that matters, right?
Him: Yeah.

*Insert my girl G calling my name & me looking over in her direction to random stares from her and a couple of the guys as to WHY I'm talking to this guy?* *smh* I give them the "HELP ME" look, back. lol... I realize that this cat might very well NOT be w/ out w/ our boys afterall. So I ask...

Me: So... are you here w/ these guys?
Him: No. I was just sitting there & then I saw you.
Me: *sigh* (Why me, Lord? Why me?)
Him: So... you don't think I'm ugly?
Me: Didn't we JUST have this conversation?
Him: Well... I can tell you're feeling me, cause you keep touching your arm & running your fingers through your hair.
Me: *Thinking to self... you are SOOOO far off base, you wouldn't know when you're wack as hell EVEN if I had answered... FUKK YEAH your azz is ugly!* Instead I said:
Me: Word? *smh*
Him: So... do you have a man?
Me: Absolutely! (Yes, include the exclamation mark)
Him: Wow. He's at home?
Me: What? You can't believe he let me out the house by myself? *smh*
Him: Yeah... You're just so beautiful.
(*thinking PLEASE stop w/ the cheesyness now*)
Him: So... what are you doing after this?
Me: Going to hang out w/ my girls.
Him: I'd love to take you to breakfast.
Me: Sorry. Maybe another time.
Him: So what, now you can't leave your girls?
Me: For what? I'm grown... but I'm hanging w/ my girls. And have you even mentioned what your NAME is?

He told me & I should have given him a fake name but I didn't. (Slap me now.) I turned to N and she was like, let's go to the bathroom... and we took off QUICK! I was like... did you hear that mo fo ask me if I thought he was ugly (3) x's? Who does that *ish! And then proceeded to say he could tell I was feelin' him? LMBAO! Negative.

So please tell me WHY he was sitting on the couches just outside of the door when we came back in & proceeded to call my name right as I walked by (mind you he was at the opposite end of the bar when we went to the bathroom). Luckily... another one of my boys ran into me & was low key tryin' to holla so I was chattin' it up like a mutha sucka & then all 14 of us walked out together (minus stalker). We hung out outside a bit afterwards, so I think the stalker dude just left (cause I do remember seeing his tail outside).

I started thinking about that mess the next day & determined that dude was probably a serial killer. WTF @ that behavior?