5:31 AM. Home from a night out. 3 numbers, 1 invite back to the crib….and here I am. Home, alone. In my room. I don’t even remember their names. I don’t even remember their faces. That’s how insignificant they are to me. Why am I home alone you ask? Cuz im not like that. I’ve never been like that. That kind of intimacy will forever be only for my lady…whenever she finds me. This game gets easier and easier, yet the void gets harder and harder to fill. I hope she finds me soon before I give in and become something I’ve tried so hard to prevent.
so I was gonna post this yesterday but unfortunately the internet outtage in my area prevented from doing so.
OK so I was back to my crib after work and I usually take the back alley, shorter route to the back of my house. As I was shufflin along as usual until I see a girl in her mid 20’s possibly, a short distance away in front of me. It was getting dark and the alley isn’t very well lit, so I did what I always do : speed up so that I past her and continue ahead in front of her so she can see me and doesn’t think I’m following her or trying to do anything…weird, ya know? So here I am power walking my ass so that I get ahead and as sooon as I get close and about to past her, this girl BOOKS it. I mean, she straight DIPS. FULL… OUT … SPRINT. SMMFH for real. I literally stop and was like… “DAFUQ just happened?”. Now she definitely thought I was like following her or whatever… fml. sighh :x
Next time I’m just gonna go a different route. :(