Monday night – when I should have been at home waiting for Heros to come on I found my self in
Those of you that have known me beyond NY know that a great deal of my adult “career” was spent either working in or managing a men’s urban clothing store. I managed a store precisely like the one I had visited on accident with my “date.” I will say that it brought back memories and with the memories a sense of the lacking within the black community. Men silly enough to buy $165.00 tee shirts from a corner store really have some priority issues. That said, this fool picked out a couple tee shirts and had the nerve to tell me to pick something out for my inconvenience. Guys …. Was he serious … when he made the statement … I looked down at myself literally…I looked at my pleated knee skirt in particular … after I assured myself that I wasn’t dressed like a hoochie (even though I had on the gitumgirl stilettos) I told him I was good and I didn’t need anything … the salesmen tried to insist. I smiled … not trying to seem like the snob that I apparently am and declined again. I walked around the store reminiscing of the old long days in my
Once we got to the restaurant, sitting across from me he acted like I was the best thing since diamond encrusted gold fronts. I hate that, especially since he kept reiterating that he wasn’t at all taken by the way I looked. While I was busying myself with the bread and butter he asked the question – “So how’d you get to be so Fabulous” LOL – good question. Of course I didn’t know what he was talking about – I cant ever remembering NOT being any way but this way (wink wink). He said there was something about the way I spoke and the movements I made. To that I replied that all the girls hang with act like me. I told him it was the circle of women he was used to acted a certain way, I explained it wasn’t a bad thing but there was much more to life than the influences you grow up around. Of course I didn’t divulge my sob story to him (which is truly how I became Extreme) but I let him know that character is sometimes emulated by those you surround yourself with.
That said, next time I am bored, I’ll bite the bullet and watch judge Mathis like I usually do. I promise I will not give in to begging (should have been a clue.) Stay tuned he is already asking to cook me dinner, as if I would get caught anywhere near his personal domain. FYI – I’m excepting suitable ways to end contact without getting my car keyed.