They better ASK about me!!

Okay, so I haven't posted anything in awhile, but that was because so much was happening, I didn't have time to post any of it. I guess I'll start from the top.

Friday

On Friday, my friend Cassie and I, decided that we wanted to go out and play with the big kids for once. Neither of us are really "club chicks", we just wanted to go some place were we could dance, mingle, and she could throw back a shot or two. Like I said, we aren't in the know, when it comes to where to kick it and on what days. SO I called myself doing some research, looking up different spots on the Internet and using word of mouth to find a place where we could let our hair down after a trying week. None of that planning and plotting did any good. The out come was us getting lost on the "Port", trying to ignore lame guys in straight leg jeans leaning out of their windows trying to holla (( and really expecting us to lean in like we were "working girls" on the strip ... nah, that was most definitely not going down)), and having to settle for a late night breakfast. Oh well, I'm determined to have some fun. I don't want to be one of those people how doesn't have any stories to tell their grandchildren because they were sticks in the mud. Nah, just can't see that happening. So next week we'll try again.

Saturday

Saturday was a very trying day at the J-O-B. I don't know why, but for about six months now, the fools at my job have really been working my last nerve. I am to the point where I'm ready to slap a mutha!! Seriously. I'm at my wits ends. If my schedule wasn't so cool, I would just haul off and go postal in there. I'm one of the youngest people in my department AND I'm black. That pisses off sooo many people, and that's why I love it. The haters don't even understand what they gotten themselves into. Seeing them not like that fact that I'm succeeding and there's nothing that they can do about ((please believe... they've tired)) really makes my day. A majority of the people that I work with are old, white women who feel like because they have age over me and they're white they should have more pull than me. So, they try to do things to make me upset and ruin my day like make me do things that aren't in my job code, or do the work of people on lower levels, but what they don't understand is that I get paid more than they do, because I have more education, and I don't have to deal with half of the bullish. The good thing is that I don't have work long hours on Saturday. After I got off ... I just took it as a day of rest, and didn't do diddly. I threw on my jammies and made it a blockbuster night.

Sunday

Sunday was an interesting day. I am very interested in one of the young men at my church. This dude has so much swag I can't stand it. Keep in mind I'm not talking about church right now, that in itself is a whole 'nother story. He's confusing though. I just can't figure him out. I don't know if he's interested in me, or if he's just passing the time because he knows that I'm feeling him. What I do know is that Grayson loves to tease me. I've been secretly in love with him for awhile. I can't fight it. On Sunday though, he put me on front street and left me with my face shattered in a million pieces. I'll just skip to the juicy, juicy of it. He told me that I wasn't READY for him. What in the hell does that mean?? Ready for what, brotha?? From the start I have been laying low and following his lead. I can't even honestly say, if he knows for sure that I'm interested or not. I haven't made it known to ANYBODY, that I'm feeling him. What has become clear is that from now on, mama has to step up to the plate, and put myself out there. Lay myself bare. I've made up in my mind, he's going to be mine. I'm going to have him. WATCH and see.