"Bags" Are Not Attractive "Eye" Wear

How many of you know that a man can see your sh*t? Oh yes in deedly doodly!! They can pick up on all your mess from the door boo boo's trust and know. I mean if you gots some baggage they will see it a mile away and then use what they pick-up in reverse on you.

Now you do have your occasional man who won't be able to spot the I GOT BAGGAGE AND ISSUES radar, so we won't talk about you precious little sugas in this here post okay my loves? We gonna talk about the ones who spot your sh*t and run with it!!

Friday after work I went to this small club with one of my co-workers. See it was my last day working with her and she wanted to celebrate my new found jobby job and say goodbye at the same time. I hadn't been to a club in like forever so of course I was like a fish out of water in that place. My prim a** did not blend what so ever:) Now keep in mind we are just getting off work and it's about 12 something in the morning. So I am tired and sleepy and don't want to be bothered in the first place.

We walk into the club and why do I spot like four people I knew from numerous different places in my life. I was like wtf are they still doing in these clubs acting like teenagers wit their 30 something a**es? Didn't they grow the h*ll up at any time during their journey through this thing we call life? Now I m not saying you shouldn't go to clubs and what not, I'm just saying shouldn't your choice of atmosphere have changed a little as you get older. This club she took me to looked as if one of the requirements was you had to be 21 and under!

Now I am happily single right now and I am somewhat okay with that. I am however crushing real hard on this one guy, but it hasn't gone any further then that. And then there is Taj but we are just two people trying to get that friendship thang back on track. So naturally I didn't go into this club looking for a man to flirt with nor did I want one flirting with me. I mean they all looked like they would make a Roberta (R) Kelly out of a sister anyways so I was straight on that trust me:) We walked around for a minute and found a empty table and sat down.

The girl I was with was "mandy" from (you think you know...do you have any idea) She is real childish sometimes and has this tendency to tell just a little to much of her business to total strangers. She was sitting there soaking in the atmosphere like a sponge. Every guy that walked up she had to tell she was single...now why do some women do that? Why? I mean if you have to tell a nigg you single, then in my opinion you need to be. I mean it was like:...."Hi my name is mandy and I'm single." wtf?? And she wasn't even the one who got read like a newspaper either. As we were sitting there she finally caught some guys attention long enough for him to ask her to dance. She left and I was all alone at the table like prey for some mindless young dude to come and try to spit his game on. Instead I gets that dude who was only at the club to spot women with issues and baggage and read them in the hopes of taking them home, because of course he just told them all about how lonely they were and what not. why me?

The conversation went a little something like this....

dude: what up babygirl
me: (real dry) hi
dude: what's you name babygirl?
me: why?
dude: d*mn, a nigga can't know yo name?
me: I mean what's the point. we are not gonna see each other after the brief encounter anyway...
dude: (cutting me off) Oh I see. you one of them "I been hurt by so many niggas and I am not having that sh*t again girls" right?
me: you seem to know...break it down for me.
dude: yeah man I see you girls all the time. you come in here wit your shoes and handbags tryin to act like you all that but in reality you are scared little girls runnin from getting your feelings hurt again.
me: (looking like wtf?)
dude: yeah it's all on your face babygirl. you wish I would get the f**k out of your face (me:thinking true) so you could go back to sitting all by yo self and think about that man you wish you had but can't. You type of girls are always holding on to past sh*t like that sh*t is the cure. you pass guys up cause you automatically think they are out to hurt or something. so you go home and cry about being lonely and pretend you are happy when yo friends come around. I could go on and on but I won't sweetheart I will just leave you like you want me to. (kisses me on the cheek and walks off)

Now I wanted to slap that fool and tell him how wrong he was but some of that sh*t was a bit true. I told ya'll before I'm the main one to admit my flaws...and putting on a happy face for the crowd is one of them. D*mn! I just got checked up by a Crack head! wtf?