Girl, STOP bringing your insecurity out with you...

So... I went out last Friday night to the summer happy hour series, again. The summer happy hour series is a happy hour event that moves to a different house each week. It's kind of like a barbecue that includes lots of libation (starts during happy hour, but continues into the wee hours of the morning, depending on strength of the happy hour). Each week there's a new theme. Last weeks theme was Mardi Gras. So... the beads were in full effect.

I meet up w/ my girl, Gut, up there. *shouts out to my sis (Sassy) for keeping me entertained by phone the whole time I was getting ready/driving there* So anyway... I meet up w/ her outside and we walk up together. My other girl, Cam, would be meeting me up there a little later. We walk in & are talking to our normal peeps (our boys) and some of the females we knew. The guy(s) throwing this weeks happy hour are a bit on the younger side of the regular posse (although they are included in the regular posse) so... the crowd was definitely a younger group, but mainly a mix of twenty somethings - forty somethings. Never the less... we're chillin'. My boy made some gumbo so... he urged me to get in the kitchen & get some of it before it was all gone. The stuff was schlammin'! So... this one dude, let's call him Boogie Bot, is talkin' to me. Gut yells out... "Girl, you better hurry up & finish talkin' to him, cause you know the wife is crazy!" We fall out. Because at a previous happy hour - she (the wife) saw us talking to him (and some other females, too) and each & every time, she would walk over to make her presence known. And we were ROLLIN'! Those type of females drive me CrAzY! Chick... slow down, your insecurity is showin'. *smh* Anyhoo... his boys are laughin' & we continue to talk. Wifey wasn't at the happy hour, yet so... we didn't have to start in with the chuckles, just yet.

So... in walks an old friend by the name of... hmmm... what can I call him? Let's call him G-Stance. He gives me a big hug & we shoot the *ish for a minute. He just moved back here from out of state. Just got thru going through a big divorce in the last year. So... he's all over me. Literally. Couldn't shake him 1/2 of the night. So... we're standing there & dude asks will I give him a shot. I kind of laugh & blow him off. Not really taking him that serious. Although he started introducing me as his girlfriend to everyone. *smh* So... this chick comes into the party. Apparently she spots him standing w/ me and makes her way over to the area. I recognize the girl... cause she used to work w/ me at the job I got laid off from last month. I smile (all big) like HEYYYY!!!! She smiled back w/ this sort of 1/2 smile so I was like... hmmm... okay, whatever. Mind you, at the job, she used to be all up & through my area being all nice & talky. Whatev! So... I'm standing there w/ G-Stance and she's tryin' to shoot the shimmy w/ him when all of a sudden I hear her say... "You here w/ her?" (So you know my sensory device for hearing things elevated... cause I'm thinking, ahhh hell, here we go!) He says, "Who?" She replies, "To the right?" He looks to his right (I'm standing on his left). She says, "No. To MY right." (Bingo! That's me.) And he turns & looks my direction & says, "I'm tryin' to be. Why? What's up?" She throws her hands up in the air & says... "No comment then." And starts to walk off. So you know I'm thinking WTF was that *ish a about. I see her look back at him and so I jump in with the... "Um... wth was that madness about?" He repeats the convo (apparently he, like she, was unaware I heard the mess). I was like, I heard the convo. I'm just not sure what her attitude is about. You mess w/ the girl or something? Cause... clearly, homegirl is actin' the nut because I'm STANDING next to you. *smdh* Sigh. He was like... "I'm not sure what her deal is. She's not w/ me... ain't never been with me. Not to mention, she's married." *smh* Come to find out, she attended one of the happy hours back when I was in NC & apparently told him she was married, but still wanted to get at him. And since he's now divorced (and both him & the ex had done dirt to contribute to the demise of their relationship)... he repects all relationships now. So... I was like, THIS is why I hate Colorado. Chicks out here are OFF their rockers w/ that ignorant acting bullsh!t. Don't get mad at me cause the dude you like wants to holla. I don't GET IT! Especially when you're already married.


So... of course Gut jumps up & is like, what's wrong? I'm like, females are wack in this piece, that's all. I tell her the story. We're laughing about it, but she wants to see the girl. She's in rare form that night, so... she was definitely apt to getting her clown on. Cause homegirl was NOT cute. G-Stance & I just continue talking & shootin' the shimmy. About 40 minutes later, homegirl comes back 3-deep & they all sort of gather 'round like... "So, you're actin' stuck up tonight?" to him. *sigh* at the 12th grade behavior. All in an effort to get noticed. At this point, I'm laughing and shaking my head. Cause the kicker is... I DON'T WANT HIM! He's cute, but it's NOT that serious. Please stop. Your jealousy AND insecurity is showing. My people... my people... we MUST do better.

Boogie Bot's wife finally shows up and... here come the over the top antics, once again. But that *ish wasn't just going on w/ her... there were about (5) other females we were laughing at behind this behavior. Now granted, men will be men and there are a few married cats that DO have their down lows show up to these events. But dayum it, if I have to constantly stress out about what my man is doing... chances are, he's NOT the man I need to be with. I just don't get it. If you have to make your presence known... you're further back in the game than you think you are. Your MAN should be the one making your presence known... simply by introduction. I mean... I know cats can be scandalous (both men & women) but... sheesh, WE (myself & Gut) DON'T WANT YOUR MAN!?! We've known most of these cats for YEARS!! And hell... the one's we usually meet for the 1st time, we don't usually want, either. If Boogie Bot hasn't introduced you to us in (4) happy hours thus far... chances are... he's NOT going to. However, that's not our problem. That's yours! Grrrr....

I couldn't wait to get up outta there. Especially since "the funny actin' ex co-worker" suddenly got the balls to speak to me (2 hrs later) & ask... "What's your name?" when I was in the house. I just looked at her & said, "Um... you ALREADY know my name." (Here we go with the "selective" amnesia. Please don't try to play me like that). *blank stare* "She says, "Dang after only a month, you done forgot who folks are now?" I said, "Look here... I smiled at you when I first saw you. You gave me the 1/2 smile & so I was like... whatever." She replies, girl... I didn't know that was you. You know when it's dark outside folks can't see. Hmmm... that one would work if it was actually dark when you arrived. It wasn't. Not to mention, we were standing beside the lamp that would spotlight the backyard all night. Nice try though. *I'm thinking... don't start lyin' now, chick!* After that, she was tryin' to be my BFF. Whatev. I just don't get it.


This weeks theme is a Jamaican one w/ a different Martini every hour. Although I'd like to indulge, I can only take so much of the foolish behavior. Chances are I WON'T be in attendance. Maybe next week...