Have you ever cleaned out your closet, and found a gem that you'd overlooked for a long time? I did - found a teal twin sweater set that I haven't worn in 2+ years, that matched this TIGHT brown tweed suit I have perfectly.
Ok, I am SO not digressing - my life-philosophy is of the Fashion existentialist: "I dress my a$$ off, therefore I am. So, there are a lot of fashion references - sue me.
Well, I was cleaning my daughter Chaos' closet - and came across some Aggie gear - NCA&T t-shirt and sweatshirt that belonged to SG. Since I knew the Chaos would end up throwing it away, I gave him a shout.
Surprisingly (or not - since I cut his trifling butt off for violating the Playa's credo by calling me at 3AM for some booty - I, being his play-sista was NOT havin' it), SG was happy to hear from me, and invited me to his 30-something b-day bash at Churchill Grounds, Friday the 19th if y'all are interested in attending. Now, don't get it twisted - SG is still SG. This was proven not only by his romantic status (still an unremittant bachelor), but by the fact that he went to MY Yahoo personals profile, and commented on how much I made:
SG: Yeah, I didn't know you were balling like that.
ME: Hunh?
SG: I saw your profile, and was like, daaaammmnnnn.....!!!!
ME: Oh hell naw, what profile are you talking about? I know I didn't put my real salary up there....dang
SG: Oh yeah you did...you better watch out...some brother is gonna see that and go "KA-CHING!"
ME: (thinking, you're prolly one of the rare ones that is thinking that...lol) Let me HURRY UP and take my income down if that's the case, 'cause lawd knows I ain't trying to be anyone's sugar mama.
Now, his gigolo tendencies aside, I did miss him. He was like, the brother I never had. Sympatico, with a penchant for good food, good wine, good times, and boughetto-ness that only another boughetto sista like me could appreciate. I'm looking forward to hanging with him.
And to anyone that asks - no, we ain't did the horizontal mambo, and we ain't gonna do the horizontal mambo. He's got more notches in his headboard than I care to recant, and I ain't trying to be one of them. If you think you're woman enuff to tame SG - holla at him yo damn self - ain't hookin up ISH so you can cry on my shoulder later...lol.
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