I should be at the laundromat right now but why do that when I can update my blog?
I find marriage induced amnesia to be quite entertaining. I get women telling me, "oh I’ve been marred for 5/10/15 years and the dating game wasn’t like that back in my day." Fifteen years ago was 1992…has the game changed THAT much since the 90’s??? I seriously doubt it. Sometimes married women can be so annoying. They got their man now and just don’t remember any bad experiences or how things can be in the game. Let some of them tell it, ALL the guys they ever dated were just so great (yet she forgets that they broke up for SOME reason) and dating was just a summer breeze for them. In the words of Jay-Z, "you need more people!"
What is it about clubs that makes people lose track of all their good common sense? There’s this club out in the suburbs that’s REAL interesting. It’s dirt cheap…$5 to get in, $2 drinks all night on Fridays. It’s an equal mix of Whites/Blacks with some Latinos mixed in here and there. It’s actually a nice venue (it has an outdoor bar/dance floor that overlooks a river). But for some reason, any bar/club I go to that isn’t IN a city like Philly, DC, NY, ATL, etc, seems real backwoods to me. It doesn’t matter that this place is 10 mins from Philly; it may as well be in the middle of nowhere as far as I’m concerned.
As soon as we walk in the door some guy attempts to grab my hand and motions for me to come over to where he is. He’s sort of tucked in a corner w/ his friends and I’m like why the hell would I come over to you dummy? He walks over so I decide to entertain him for a minute or two. He tells me his name is "Dolla" and he’s 23 y/o from Delaware. He’s such a walking example of how wack guys from Delaware and South Jersey tend to be. I asked if he had a real name and he replies "it ain’t worth shit." I said "nice to meet you DOLLA" and walked away laughing my ass off and telling my friend about it. We get over to the bar and all of a sudden this white chick starts having a FIT. She throws a perfectly good drink on the floor and starts yelling "I will fuck ANYBODY the fuck up in this place! You wanna fuck with me?! You wanna fuck with me?!" That poor girl was angry at the air or something b/c there wasn’t a soul anywhere near her when she started tripping. Then she stomps off and I ask the girl she appeared to have come with if her girl was okay. She wouldn’t claim her though, talking about, "well I know her but I don’t really KNOW her like that…" LOL you know that’s your friend! I saw a guy get carried out of the club kicking & screaming for the first time. Now, I’ve been in some ’suspect’ establishments from North Philly to Baltimore to Homewood (Pittsburgh) but for some reason don’t recall ever seeing that happen.
My friend’s coworker showed up with her crew of "we like Black guys" White chicks. They’re nice girls but one of them rubs me the WRONG way. Hell, I don’t even think her friends like her. Anytime we’ve been in the same establishment, this chick always gets LOST. All night her friends are like "where’s Angela?!" and last night was not different. When the club let out we saw her in the corner somewhere hugged up with some Snoop Dog imposter. I wish one of my friends WOULD go somewhere with me and just be m.i.a. all night. Her ass would get left and she’d never get invited again.
I initially thought that Rihanna’s "Umbrella-ella-ella-ella" was just another annoying ass song. Well it kinda still is but gives me a quick and easy out to get a guy that I don’t want to talk to out of my face. I just say "I’m sorry but you don’t fit under my umbrella" and walk away. They all seem to scratch their head in confusion for some reason though. *shrug*
So I’ve been dating this guy for a bit that I met through a mutual friend. It wasn’t a blind date or anything; we met at said mutual friend’s bbq. At any rate, he’s not just a good guy but he’s a good person in general. I’m not saying that I want to have his babies or walk down the aisle with him, but I think that I should at least get my arse to the laundromat right now so I’ll have something that I want to wear tonight. 
I put myself on spending restriction which means no shopping, no nothing until my savings is where it should be (Sistah Ant is my shero). More on that later.
