Skeletons in my closet

The silent running dialogue that I often have with myself.

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Love dont cost a thang!

The topic of the day!

The source of my mid morning rant resulted from my listening to the radio personalities on my local urban music station. The “Question of the Day” was:
SHOULD WOMEN EXPECT TO BE PAID!

I will let that one sink in for a moment.

People actually called in saying some crazy shyte!

What is the world coming too? Have we gotten so bad to where a relationship can’t survive if I am not leaving $200 on the dresser every week? Do I have to buy you a car, or pay your rent?

CRAZY!

Am I wrong to think that women should elevate themselves higher than the level of prostitute or does everything cost?

Dagone, maybe I hung in the wrong circles. I will buy you dinner, a movie, a nice bottle of wine to put us in the right mood, but I draw the line at paying the rent.

I almost dealt with this once before in my life, someone assumed I was a john so the propositioned me.

After a glorious and fulfilling night of grown folk stuff I attempted to drift off consumed in my afterglow when;

“I am so mad at my baby daddy” she interrupted the silence inviting conversation.

I glumly replied “For real, that is to bad.”

I anticipated that this would end the conversation but to my disappointment she continued, “He knows I don’t have any money but he refuses to help!”

“Hmmm, to bad… Maybe he will change,” It was all I had, besides I was trying to drift off before her next sentence.

“Nah, he been doing me wrong, I shoulda known the nigga was no good, he aint nothing like you. I just don’t know what I am going to do about this cause if I get kicked out how am I going to take care of my kid?”

It was about here that I was becoming aware of the devolving situation. She didn’t want to talk and cuddle, she wanted to push an agenda, she was after something.

“Yeah, things is kinda rough all over” I was fully awake know, and my desire to hit again was being replaced by a sinking feeling that this chic was looking for change. Not the I realize where my life went wrong kind, and not the kind that jingles but the kind of change that folds.

SideNote:
I am not a sugar daddy, a john, nor a sorry azz nigga. I am pretty quick on the uptake and the chic was starting to sound like she was trying to fleece me!

Her next mouth sounds confirmed my suspicions, “I was thinking, maybe you could help me?”

“Help you how? I can help you find a good lawyer, but I don’t loan money to close friends!” I was trying to be as quick with her as possible; my sexual desires had been replaced with visions of my wallet being pilfered, (I like that word…it sounds like what it means) and I was preparing to make a quick exit.

Her mouth contorted and a flash of rage and despair crossed her visage. “Well I wasn’t thinking loan, I was thinking gift!”

“Baby you need 5-10 dollars I am your man, but unless you living in a box or got a hellava “Section 8” deal on this apartment 5-10 dollars aint going to cover it.” I said this as I sorted through the sheets to find my boxers. “Besides, we not even on that kinda level, if that level exist!”

“Well I just thought since I was giving you something, you could give me something” she replied unabashedly.

“Damn girl, if your something aint worth more than a couple of dollars then I don’t want no parts of it. Besides how you coming at me like that now, is this what you had in mind from day one” My brevity didn’t work, so honesty was my only out, I coulda lied and made promises I wasn’t going to keep, she only had the cell number, and no address, I could have vanished.

“I am surprised and kinda disappointed, I thought we was cooler than that.” My last statement was made as I finished dressing, and ambled out of the door.


My love don’t cost a thang so puzzy should be free!
Ha…just a quick hit for your holiday

10 Comments:

  • At 9:59 AM, Blogger African girl, American world said…

    I need to blogroll you!

    OH HELL TO THA NAW!

    This was a real question?

    I'm giving you something so you give me something.....um no hun that's for the hookers and escort services!

    We're both giving each other something!

    It is a damn shame this low self esteem was blamed on baby daddy drama!

     
  • At 10:48 AM, Blogger Lāā said…

    I can just imagine all the women calling saying, "Hell yeah, I need to be paid!" That is just like prostituting yourself. Nobody should be giving up anything unless they want to and not for money. That's crazy.

     
  • At 10:53 AM, Blogger Serenity23 said…

    Well I hate to be the voice of "reason" here, but...... If I'm laying up with a man and my lights are about to be turned off, then he damn well better call Entergy and get the balance. However, I've never been in that situation and pray that I never am. So since, I don't need assistance on the bills... I'll gladly accept nice shoes though.:) Don't you want me to look "HOT" when you taking me out?

     
  • At 11:22 AM, Blogger African girl, American world said…

    Christmas present for you at my blog - Merry Christmas!

     
  • At 11:49 AM, Blogger Dee said…

    I guess i'm just old school.....cause i don't ask ni%%as for shit........we do grown up naked shit cause it's fun!!!! We BOTH get sumthin outta the deal!!!!!

    If my rent is due.I HAVE TO HANDLE IT CAUSE IT'S MY RESPONSIBILITY NOT YOURS!!!! Besides if I just sex you and you are not my MAN, we don't owe each other shit!!!


    Thanks for the birthday shot out!!!

     
  • At 12:24 PM, Blogger That Girl Tam said…

    LMAO! Dang...where you find THAT heffa at?? I'm glad you left her there...shit...she's a MESS - and BOLD TOO! DAMN!!

    I'm sorry, I guess I'm just too proud of a person to ask anyone for money. Hell, even when I was at my lowest point and didn't have a place to live (and was shacked up in a hotel with my -then- 3 year old son)...I REFUSED to ask for helpd despite the fact that I REALLY needed it...I figured that shit out for myself! Emptied out my savings and sacraficed an entire paycheck to find an apartment and get a week's worth of groceries...triflin heffas irk me out!

     
  • At 2:14 PM, Blogger Closet Owner said…

    Clap..clap..clap..clap.

    Real sisters can still be found.

    Thanks for renewing my faith in the world!

     
  • At 2:25 PM, Blogger Schatzi said…

    I have a hard time asking ANYONE for help, let alone a man. If it's not something that I can provide for myself, then I go w/out or work my ass off to get it. But believe that I'm not above accepting help if someone offering it. ;)

    Good topic.

     
  • At 8:45 AM, Blogger Butter Pecan said…

    I agree with Serenity and Dee both. If you laying up in my house then you need to be handling on some bills too, but then again if we just kicking it having sex to please each other it is what it is. I handle my own and keep going. Every woman must be prepared to handle her own and not depend on a man regardless of the situation cause a nigga will act a fool when he want to.

     
  • At 12:33 PM, Blogger Kar said…

    Wow-interesting, sounds like she had an agenda from the start.Good thing you got the hell outta dodge...

     

Post a Comment

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home