Friday, March 13, 2009
Young Girl(Neruda Strikes Back!)
Now I understand why my SCPA career didn't last long. My eyes were on the women and not the words in my books. I don't have a picture of this semi-special lady, so her name was Davidia. I had NEVER heard that name before. I have heard Davina, but never Davidia.
I met her through a cat named JJ, this Bathing Apes/Ice Cream/BBC fanatic. I don't know how that nigga could afford an entire wardrobe of that shit, but he rocked different styles everyday. He's one of the friends of the main characters in the upcoming show, Taking The Stage. Anyway, his friend comes in and sits with us. I don't know what I was on. It was probably the back up of coming from an all boys school or something because EVERY girl I met was in for it.
We all talked the entire study hall and shit. He dipped, and that left me and Davidia. I scooped the digits before she left as well. On the bus ride home, I text her. I'm feeling happy as shit because she was feeling me. I was a Junior, she was a Sophomore, so I kinda felt like I was "taking advantage". It was all ish. I asked the make or break question, "Do you have a boyfriend?" Dunn, dunn, DUNN!!!! She goes no, so I proceeded to lay more words of wisdom on her. She said something, and I said something. She told me how i wouldn't want to be with her because she thinks she's fat......(okay, a tad crazy, but girlfriend, work with the kid) I said something else, she said something else, I said something back, and she's like, "You probably say that to all the girls just to get in their pants."
My main problem with the female mind, I cannot convince its thinking when it comes to it thinking you're a mac. If you know me, you know I'm no Fleetwood Mac. From experience, saying you aren't a player does NOT help your case. I felt like I hit a brick wall or some shit. So my theme song the rest of that school year was Pharrell's "Young Girl". I mean, I don't listen to half the shit I say when I "talk" to women, it embarasses me, the extremes I'm willing to go to penetrate her mind......Apparently, I got skills at it, but it comes off as game. I don't think I have game, I don't play around when it comes to such serious matters....Haha!
So why was I so sprung on lady? One personal thing I rather enjoy is when a black girl has the personality of a white girl, it's "exotic" to me, I guess. She was Aeropostale fly with the furry boots. And shit, she was cool as hell.
Man, I was on dumber shit back in the day.....
I bid you P.E.A.C.E, I ain't going to sleep.....
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im tellin you...its hard to spit knowledge without the ladies thinkin' you gamin' them...its mad hard...and bingo!/ that's the reason why i'm single..
I dig it, we gotta change the game
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