don't do dating

C o l e : hey gurl. just calling to see how you were doing.

shanda : *sigh* as well as can be expected i guess, considering that its saturday night and im watching the cartoon network.

C o l e : same here. i thought you would be out on the town tonight. what happened to that guy at the office? did u ask him out yet?

shanda : oh, you mean Mr. "I don't really like you but I'll flirt with you because it inflates my ego." puh-lease, he politely declined, but somehow manges to subtlely throw yet another rejection in my face at every chance he gets. tthere goes my last attempt at dating.

C o l e : I hear ya. Besides, I don't think dating is for us anyway. i've alwyas been with one guy at a time. dating is a white girl thing, and that's all I have to say about that.

shanda : a white girl thing?

C o l e : yup. They have tons of guys constantly taking them places, while we're lucky if we get 1. I always seem to find that black guy that has only one thing on his agenda, " us hanging out at my crib or his." They don't wanna go no where. and when your lucky to drag them out, you get the same old boring dinner and a movie. As if that's all that life has to offer.

shanda :I guess. I just wish I could start going out more, to lounges or grown-up night clubs. I'm not trying to have no 16 year old dude feelin' on my booty at some ghetto whole in the wall. I wanna go some place intellectually soulful, you know what I mean and meet some spoken word, nu-classic soul, ghetto intellectuals. you know what i mean?

C o l e : yeah, but you can keep all of that. I'd rather a good man with a good...
shanda : TMI [too much information], some how I know where your going with that sentence and I'd like to end it before you do.

C o l e : HEART! I was going to say a good man with a good heart.

shanda : I believe you ... I belive that you are lieing. 		 
 
 
C o l e : I'm a nympho and what! *giggles* seriously though, you'll find the right somebody. or rather, that right somebody will find you.

shanda : so i'm supposed to wait around until mr. man finds me. yeah right! how is that going to happen when I spend most of my time infront of the television. unless he's the chinese delivery boy, I don't think its gonna happen.

C o l e : well you know, mamma always said "Marry a chiney-man, so you kids will have good hair"

shanda : mph... I can't believe you said that. you right, but that's so wrong. you know we need to appreciate our beautiful blackness!

C o l e : please I want some cooley kids with nice hair. but we digress AS USUAL!

shanda : what were we talking about... good hair ... good men with good .... Dating! we were talking about dating!

C o l e : I feel like calling up one of the ex's right now.


shanda : girl who are you telling. You know last week I called up my old 1 a.m. friend, you know who I'm taking about. I found his cell phone number in an old address book. Just after the 1st ring I here, "This phone is temporarily discnnected" Just like this mo-fo negro to not pay is cell-phone bill. Heads can never have a cell phone for longer than a couple of months. I can't keep track of all they numbers!
 

C o l e : I know right. I called up my ol' buddy from high school and of course he was no where to be found. BUT guess who called me?

shanda : who! who!

C o l e : gurl I'll tell ya later. I gotta go.

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