Miss Quanisha went on a date with a guy she met on facebook and they had the perfect evening: a nice dinner, lots of flirting and a kiss goodnight. So Miss Quanisha went bragging like a hen in a barn on Thanksgiving: "Gurrrl, he's like all that and a box of chocolates. We had the best time, like fo realz fo realz, and I do mean fo realz. We had lobster, some mashed potatoes, wine--he even paid for it all, honey. I'm telling you this cat don't play. Like, fo realz." .
So Miss Quanisha is excited about the prospect of a second date. The thing is, he has to call first.
"We had a great time, okur, I know he's gonna call. Who can resist this fine piece of caramel right here?"
Three hours turn into six and soon three days have passed.
"He must've fell in a manhole or somethin', Imma give 'im a few days to recover."
Seven days later. Quanisha is crying to her girlfriends.
"Oh gawd! He didn't call, gurl, am I ugly? I know my face is jacked up but I got a big ass and a tongue ring. I bet it's mah knees, they too ashy, right? Oh lawd why I gotta have ashy knees? Why lawd--WHYYYYY!"
Truth be told, when you give a guy your number and he doesn't call, HE'S.NOT.INTERESTED. It's not you, it's not him--it just didn't work. Don't question yourself and replay the date in your mind, just put on your best dress and get back out there.
6 comments:
Nice post there, Love Doctor! :P
However, that is pretty much the harsh truth.
Ha! I just had a nice long debate with some old friends about the opposite of this - guys getting friendzoned.
You made me LOL
This was excellent. I loved your characterization of Miss Quanisha, it was hilarious.
I look forwards to seeing what you come up with for the rest of the challenge, and catching up on your previous posts, too!
Thank heavens I never had to deal with this, lol.
I'm glad this was as much fun for you to read as it was for me to write.
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