Who Cares That You Got Money ...

You STILL ain't CUTE!! Speaking of my main gig ... I was at work today and as I've probably mentioned before, we come into contact with a couple of professional ball players from time to time. Today just happened to be one of those times. A guy who played for our local pro team came in the store to take care of some money business, and I guess I had that starry eyed look because instead of him coming to me when my line opened up, he let people break in front of him until one of the older white ladies was available. That stunt made me upset. What? Did he not think that I wasn't capable of doing my job? Or did he think that I was gonna try to commit his info to memory and stalk him. I will admit that he gets a lot of field time and is very good at what he does, BUT there is no way I would follow him like some love sick puppy. I won't even approach regular dudes so why on Earth would I go after him? Nonetheless Mr. Pro all Ducks in a Row should have known that if I really just wanted his vitals that bad all I had to do was go in the drawer and get it later. None of that matters to me though, the man wasn't attractive to me <- He was okay, all that was special, that I knew of, was that he plays ball. The fact that he's famous makes me want him less. The average man won't be faithful, so a dude with a million dollars who's constantly on t.v. is 10 times more likely to bring me heart ache. Not even tryna deal with that PIMPIN'!