When I was younger my mom used to lecture me about going out late at night. She told me that only "bad people" come out at night and only "bad things" happen at night. My mom never elaborated on these bad things or bad people but anything that happened after 9 PM was BAD. I listened to what she was saying but always disregarded it because I thought she didn't know what she was talking about. The older I become and the more my mom's lectures make sense.
I met this man on sunday night that was just so damn fine. If you look in the dictionary under handsome his picture would be right next to it- ok, that's a slight exaggeration but you catch my drift. ;) So yeah, after we exchanged a few glances his eyes called me over and we started talking. (Did you know 70% of communication is non-verbal?). Everything he said just slid off this tongue so smooth, he had me smitten. I gave him my number and we chopped it up after the club for a little bit. He decides to text me today, the 31st, at 2:45 AM. I was awake (still am awake) but usually I sleep by midnight due to my working schedule. Anyhoo, he asks me to come over to kick it, as if asking someone to KICK IT AT 2:45 AM IS NORMAL. He is outside his MIND. His dime piece looks instantly dropped to a penny. Maybe even less. Now, if you look in the dictionary under slime-ball you'll see his picture. He's a prime example as to why I don't give my number out to men I meet at the club because like my mama said, "Only bad people come out at night."
I met this man on sunday night that was just so damn fine. If you look in the dictionary under handsome his picture would be right next to it- ok, that's a slight exaggeration but you catch my drift. ;) So yeah, after we exchanged a few glances his eyes called me over and we started talking. (Did you know 70% of communication is non-verbal?). Everything he said just slid off this tongue so smooth, he had me smitten. I gave him my number and we chopped it up after the club for a little bit. He decides to text me today, the 31st, at 2:45 AM. I was awake (still am awake) but usually I sleep by midnight due to my working schedule. Anyhoo, he asks me to come over to kick it, as if asking someone to KICK IT AT 2:45 AM IS NORMAL. He is outside his MIND. His dime piece looks instantly dropped to a penny. Maybe even less. Now, if you look in the dictionary under slime-ball you'll see his picture. He's a prime example as to why I don't give my number out to men I meet at the club because like my mama said, "Only bad people come out at night."
