This happened about two years ago but I still chuckle about it when it crosses my mind every now and then. I was living in FL at the time and my girls and I went out for a night on the town. We ventured to Ybor City because there's a spot there that has the best reggae on Friday nights. As an added bonus we got an invite, to a different spot, from some dudes we knew. We went to the place we usually frequent first and had a blast. After awhile we decided to walk on down to the other spot. Spot #2 is a bit of a hole in the wall but our homies were supposed to be "performing" there that night (they are dancers...and sadly not of the exotic variety).
We hit the hole in the wall anyways and proceed to make our rounds and try to decide where we were gonna post up. After we surveyed the 1st floor and didnt find it to our liking we decided to hit the roof level. There's a view of the 1st floor from the roof level so we were confident we wouldnt miss the performance. The DJ was killing the old school reggae and we were having a good time; drinking and dancing, etc. We saw our dudes perform and not long after that the club was shutting down. Now anyone who has ever been out knows what the "let out" (as they call it down south) looks like: a large mass of people either talking inside, waiting on line to get outside or waiting outside for that last ditch effort to get that girls number or possibly slide off with homeboy you just met.
When the lights came on we were still on the roof so we slowly started making our way downstairs. When we were almost to the bottom of the stairs this dude comes up and sparks up a conversation. Let me interrupt myself to explain dudes appearance: he was about 5'5 (which for some girls isnt an issue but when you stand 5'11 in bare feet like I do then this could present a bit of an issue as I do feel you need to be at least my height to ride this ride...I've made some exceptions to my height rule but there were other areas where shorty made up for this particular shortcoming - pun intended), he was built like his idol is Peter from Family Guy, he was dressed like a lame (jeans and a South Pole shirt or something equally as old and played out) and his looks left much to be desired. Now please dont pounce on me for being a bit superficial but I am a strong believer in always putting your best foot forward, especially when it comes to your appearance; I believe that the right outfit and care can step up your street value/appeal.
By no means am I one of those bourgeois women who wont talk to a person (man or woman) because they have a "less than superior" outward image so I proceeded to engage in chit chat with lil shawty even though I knew I had no intention of giving him any sort of contact info on me. He started with pleasantries like, whats your name and did you enjoy your evening. I think I gave him a nickname because my name is hard for many people to pronounce and I didnt feel like saying it 5 times for him to understand and say it properly. Once I started talking he recognized by my accent that I was def not a Southern girl (nothing wrong with southern girls, I just am not one of them). So he asked me where I'm from. I told him Jersey and said something along the lines of he'd never been there but he'd been to NY blah, blah, blah. This is where the story gets interesting. Lil shawty asked if he could see me again sometime. I paused for a few seconds to gather my words because I didnt want to be rude and I did want to spare his feelings but I felt the need to be honest and tell him I wasnt interested. Many guys do not know how to take rejection and begin to spew all kinds of names at a female if she doesnt reciprocate the attraction/interest so I was trying to find the right words to let lil shawty down nice and easy. Before I could decide on my word choice he interrupts my train of thought and says "Listen, I just wanna f*ck." Now at this point the gloves come off. Honestly, I showed a great deal of restraint because my girls can tell you, they were expecting me to knock his damn teeth outta his mouth for coming at me like that. To be clear, I was not then, nor have I ever gone to the club dressed like a prostitute so I was thoroughly perplexed as to what would make him think it was ok for him to come at me that way (and actually think he was gonna get a favorable response). My reflexes kicked in and I started to curse him out but I decided to take the high road just a bit and told him he didnt have a chance in hell and my girls and I got the hell outta dodge. No need to wait around to give him the opportunity to say something else equally or more rude, dumb, offensive (I could go on and on but you get the point).
My girls and I talked this over on the drive home and we all agreed that dude was extremely out of line. We also agreed that if that's gonna be your m.o. then you have to be absolutely on point with your total package. I'm talking Boris Kodjoe, Will Smith, Morris Chestnut fine with the body, clothes etc to match. I'm not saying it would have changed my reaction but I am saying he would have had a better chance of getting it from some lady of the night.
Moral of the story: appearance is everything; a lot of times it will get you farther than you even know and I'm talking about all aspects of life. So always put your best foot forward.
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Honesty is a great quality, one I appreciate very much BUT dont ever come at me like that unless your my man or someone I been splashing for a lil minute.
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