A Time to Let Go

As I was perusing through my boy Can’t Stop Won’t Stop’s myspace friends list, I came across a mutual friend of ours. So no doubt, I immediately sent him a message. Now it had been a while, so I guess I had to reintroduce myself in some ways, like “ you know remember, I met you and yadda yadda yadda” I’m assuming I did a good job cuz he hit me back with a WASSUP!!! Now I know a little bit about what’s going on with him thanks to Can’t Stop, but we went over the usuals. What are you up to, how’s it going, how many baby mamma’s/daddy’s you got, you know the normal sh!t. So eventually I knew he was going to ask that one question, “How’s your girl.” How many people thought I was gone say something about a boy? You see, Doo Wop, that’s what we’ll call my new/old buddy, used to date a friend of mine in college. Let’s just say he was able to shake the chick before I was.

Leslielou-I don’t really know cuz I hadn’t talked to her since we got out of school.

Doo Wop- why yal don’t talk no mo’…females I tell ya

Leslielou- ain't no cuz we girls, she's just not the kind of person I needed to be associated with that's all.

Doo Wop- and what kind of person is that?

Leslielou- It doesn't matter, I wish her the best ;)

Doo Wop- whoa sounds kinda harsh...did I hit a nerve? tight wad

Leslielou- not at all you didn't hit a nerve. I really do wish her the best. I mean I actually am one of the few people in our crew that don't just have whopper sized beef with her. I just don't have time for the drama is all.

Doo Wop- u aint go fill ya boi in on what went down...I aint go tell nobody, lol

Leslielou- Still haven’t responded to this…..

Now I thought I was handling the situation very well. I could have easily dragged this poor unsuspecting girl’s name through the mud. I mean she did get a little grimy and probably deserves it, but what good would that do. Also, that just really ain’t my style and technically I have no real problem seeing as though she never crossed the line with me. Except this one time, but that’s a blog for another day.

Anyhoo, it got me to thinking. He was really pressing the issue trying to get me to divulge some juicy secret, something to look back on and laugh at. I thought I had reached a point where the petty things that happened in college and high school were left where they happened, in the past. I don’t want to be at a reunion looking like:

LeslieLou- “Look at LaTisha, that funky b!tch, she used to keep me up way too long in the dorm blasting that radio all the time. And look at Jackie over there, I can tell she still a hoe. Can’t believe that heifer tried to get with my man.”

College buddy- “Didn’t they end up getting married and weren’t you cheating on him anyway.”

Leslielou- Huh???? {Completely fictional}

Let’s face it. We all did things in college or high school or for that matter in the past, that we regret or look back on like, damn, I can’t believe I did that shit. I don’t want anybody holding something petty over my head for all eternity. Now I’m not saying I’m going to jump up and down the next time I see her, but I won’t give her the evil for eye for something she did to the girl down the hall twenty years ago. I mean come on, how long are we supposed to hold on to some of these things. Now I’m not saying every person that has wronged me somewhere in the future will start off with a clean slate, but I think sometimes we have to look back on situations and realize that everyone makes mistakes, whether they mean to or not. Secondly, people evolve. I hope in ten years I’m not the exact same person doing the same bull I was doing in college and I hope when people see me ten years from now that’s not all they think of.

In regards to this topic, there is a girl that I always think about when I go home. I’m hoping one day to catch her, ya know just to reassure myself that she is still alive and doing well, which I’m hoping she is. When I initially got out of high school, I yearned for the chance to see her, so I could roll my eyes, say something I know would erk her, but now, not so much. I’d probably feel ashamed for the way I acted years ago and only hope that she was willing to forgive my mistakes, as I would be willing to forgive hers.

So, what do yal think about this? Do you think we should hold on to some of the things that have happened to us in the past? And is there anything that you just can’t seem to let go of?

Real Gurls Get Down on da Flo'

I’ve decided ladies and gentleman that I am going to take out a want ad. Now before you start thinking to yourself, dang is it that hard out there for a pimp?, do not be troubled I’m not taking out one for a man. Upon reviewing my weekly excursions, it has come to my attention that I need to find a group of girls who like to go out!!! This was made very clear to me by what happened when I went on Friday night.

This past Friday, was my girl Cornball’s birthday {Her name speaks for itsel}. So, a few weeks ago she sent out a message letting everyone know that she wanted to hang out for her birthday, which was perfect because it landed on a Friday. The initial plan was to have a sleepover, which eventually fell threw. However, we decided that we were going to go out and hit the club. Sounds fun right? I thought so until I realized that instead, most people just wanted to go out to dinner and obviously had better things to do because only three of us went out. Well, three people can kick it so we got ready and out we went.

Upon entering the club, we noticed that there weren’t as many people there as usual, but there was still a decent crowd and people were still coming in. We immediately made our way to the bar, then decided to scope out the scene. So we walked around for a few moments and found a nice location to post up, making ourselves readily available for any young brotha willing to step his game up.

I must interject this funny story:

Okay yal, the club we went to is really a scene for the older crowd. However, the twenty-something promoters sponsor this particular weekend. However, the middle aged (and I mean middle 40-55) still attend the event. There is one man who is still stuck in the seventies but likes to juke it out in 2006. He proudly wears his shoulder length jerry curl and plaid two piece outfits, while crip-walking and droppin’ it like it’s hot. Well, I made the mistake of pointing at him, in laughter, so I guess he thought that we found him interesting. So do you know this cock-blocking fool started to dance right in front of us. Then kept looking at us, smiling waiting for one of us to join him. So after a few minutes and prospects later, Cornball interjected with this snappy comment, “Do you plan on standing in front of us all night. We’re not going to dance with you!!!” I don’t’ know how I kept my laughter in…… End

So after Cornball went off, we decided to go out onto the outside patio. On our way, I noticed a very fine looking young man talking to one of my boys, YES!!!! So as my girls went and sat down I told them that I’d be right back cuz I was going to go speak. So of course, I glide over there not only to talk to him but see what’s up with his boy. So he introduces us and we start talking. Now a few moments have passed and I have yet to return. Hell I forgot them heifers was still alive, until he asked me “Where ya girls at?” “Oh they somewhere around here,” I said waving my hands in every direction. A few seconds later they came over and said they were going back inside to find some seats.

Do you know I was out there for about another twenty minutes. So finally, we decided that we’d go inside and try to find my them. In the meantime, my number one kick it buddy was in the place to be, Mr. Can’t stop won’t stop. So I was definitely in the mood to party. Well, I need glasses cuz I didn’t find them and was not in the mood to strain my retinas looking for them either. Another twenty minutes later I finally found them and went to the dancefloor with Cornball. Smiley, our other party goer, was still sitting down. Didn’t she pay to get in too, she’s not getting her monies worth. So after we danced, I decided to go back and look for my gentleman friend and his boys. Cornball followed suite. So as soon, as we get over to the bar where they were, she says she’s about to go sit down. SIT DOWN!!! I just don’t get it, we were in the perfect situation to pal around and meet some new people and this lonely heifer talking bout sitting down. I completely gave up on the situation and remained at the bar with the boys for the remainder of the evening. My new friend left before I did, so it was me and Can’t Stop until my girls decided to join us. Now them wenches want to party, hell we can go now!!

When we go out this tends to be what usually happens. Most times, I end up waiting for Can’t Stop and the rest of my crew{that consists totally of males, except for myself} to arrive so we can start doing our thang. But yal, I’m tired of that. I mean I love my boys to the death, but sometimes I wished I could turn them into girls for at least one weekend so I’m not always totally consumed with testosterone. Also, if I’m with some girls I won’t have to keep apologizing for my boys drunken behavior, they are truly a mess.
So here’s my Want Ad:

NEEDED:
24 yr. old female seeking group of young ladies, preferably between the ages of 24-29 who like to go out and have fun. When out, sitting down is only allowed for increments of ten minutes unless you are mingling with a person of the opposite sex or the DJ just ain’t playin’ your song {No couch potatoes!}.
UNACCEPTABLE EXCUSE for not going out:
1. MY HAIR AIN’T DONE {Gel and Weave}
2. I AIN’T GO NO MONEY {Blockbuster ain’t free}
3. I’VE BEEN WORKING HARD ALL WEEK {Ok, now it’s time to relax}
4. I DON’T LIKE THAT CLUB {Start being open-minded}
5. I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING TO WEAR {You must, because you don’t go out so I’m sure you’ve got something NOBODY has seen}
It is okay to use one of the aforementioned excuses at least once a month, but not every weekend, other than your birthday when you are more than willing to become a party animal.

Well there it is, probably needs a little tweeking, but I’m not a pro at these {maybe when I work my way to my third cat I’ll get better at them}!!! But yal get my drift. For those of you wondering where I got that picture{party}, that’s my boy “Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop” in the orange super crunk as usual. Hey Buttercup, Wub Yu

I LOVE being a Girl Scout

So I was riding in the car one day with one of my boys, okay it was Jorge, and he asked me a very interesting question, “Do you think your friends are sometimes jealous of you?” Damn...........

There is a reason why a majority of my friends are boys. I hate girls. They, well most of them, are so very much the opposite of me. I have been called an enigma, a hybrid, a straight out boy with really big boobs, whatever. It just seems that no matter what I do, I’m always doing something that get them {girls} mad at me. I’m not really comfortable around them, especially when I was younger. It just always seemed that I wanted to be doing the opposite of what they were doing. So while I’m on the basketball court playing with her crush, little Amy is desperately trying to get his attention that I’ve somehow stolen. Is there anything else to do at the park on a summer day?? Therefore, I never understood why I just had to be a Girl Scout. The only thing I liked were the Smores and that I got first dibs on the cookies {most of them never left my house. Can you believe we had an extra freezer the size of a normal fridge packed with thin mints year round}. But I can understand the concept behind them. You know to create unity amongst women, show girls at a young age about bonding, friendship, teamwork. Well it seems that unlike myself, none of my friends were “Girl Scouts.”

One of the funniest stories that I’ve ever heard in my life was how I almost broke up one of my best friend’s relationships. How did I do this you might ask? By playing a game of UNO. I say that with all the sarcasm I can muster up in my raspy voice. That’s right ladies and gentleman, UNO, a child’s game. See, the little crew I rolled with in college, well we were very simple folk and we were easily entertained by a good game of UNO and bottle of Boones Farm {it was college people, we were poor}. So as usual I made my way down the dusty corridor, up the stairs and onto the third floor where all of my girls resided. It was a typical weekend. Everybody was in “Bossy’s” room figuring out what we were going to be doing today. And as usual her boyfriend was in town, again. Well I guess Nashville wasn’t jumping off that weekend {Young Buck would not be filming his new video in the junkyard out back} so we decided to play UNO.

Now, we get very serious while playing UNO {like grown men playing dominoes}. Our main phrase was “There are no friends in UNO.” I’m sure you reading this thinking, I still don’t see how playing UNO almost broke up a relationship. Did you reveal a secret love affair while talking trash? No. Did you get so excited you laid a wet one on your girl’s man and now the two of you are happily ever after? No. Well, what happened? A few years later I’m sitting around talking to Bossy and she said something similar to what Jorge mentioned. “Everybody be mad at you Lee-lee, hate when she calls me that, over some boy and it don’t even be your fault, like that time they thought you was trying to get with my man” WHAT!!!!!!!!!!! “Come again.”


You see it seems as that while I was minding my own business playing UNO, two of my “friends” did not appreciate my attire. Is there a dress code for UNO or a girl’s dormitory mind you. I had on a pair of my old high school cheerleading shorts and bra tank. Now, for those of you that don’t know me, they call me jugs for a reason. And Bossy, well, I mean she got @$$ at least more than me. So those heifers pulled her into the inner bathroom and said, “Don’t think you should ask her to change?” Yal, they were dead serious. They really felt it inappropriate for me to have on a tank top and shorts in a raggedy dorm on a rather warm sunny afternoon all because there was a boy in the room. Did I mention that they didn’t really turn the air on in their room because it dripped liquid on the floor. I know we said there are no friends in UNO but damn! Bossy tried to compose herself, normally she would have squealed and giggled in her high pitched voice. However, today, seeing as though I was in the next room, Bossy quietly explained that she didn’t have a problem with what I had on. Seeing as though she had on something similar, it’s a girl dorm, and if her man is gone be trifling enough to stare me down, then she don’t need him no way. Plus, she’s knows I’m her girl and not trying to get with her man. Bossy said she never told me that before because to her it was the dumbest thing she’d ever heard. There was no point in adding fire to their flame and telling everybody their juvenile thoughts.

Now I am not the only one that has been victimized. I’m sure I’m not the only one that thought I can’t believe they thought I would do that, dang do they even like me?? Because honestly, friends aren’t supposed to think the worst of you. They should know better {funky b!&@#es}, you’re their girl you wouldn’t be low enough to do that, or would you? That’s my time for today, time to go back to pretending to work. Be easy and if you have a girl that has always been there, never questioned your loyalty and been a ride or die chick from day one, give her a hug and my number cuz I gotta get some new girlfriends!!!!!