A friend of mine posed this in a dating questionnaire he did for his sociology class and while I don't normally use the term "Whack", to
substitute worst won't convey it effectively. I'll start:
I was dating a guy who (looking back) was a pseudo-intellectual. He described himself as not romantic b/c "There's nothing Roman about me", didn't believe in courtship b/c "of the game playing that took place in upper eschelons of society fostering that practice" (direct quote. Some bs you don't forget) and didn't consider himself a gentleman b/c "Gentle and Man don't go together".
He didn't have a car, but I'll work with a brotha.
He was in school full time, but again, I'll work with a brotha: you have to be supportive even when they don't have it as long as they're working to attain it.... But the last straw was the night I had to pick him up from MARTA (and get off early to do so) and he was late. (Note: I realize everything that followed was my own damned fault for waiting)
He was so late I didn't have time to cook dinner....we went through the drive thru at Popeyes...I ordered, he ordered...and kept ordering.....
Do you know how much chicken you have to buy to spend almost $50 at Popeyes? But then, this nigga doesn't reach for his wallet....he adjusts his seat belt, but no money exchanged hands except mine to the window attendant....we get to my apartment....eat and eventually, it clicks that I have to take this nigga BACK to the MARTA! (Yeah, I know, I was... special)....but no, he'd assumed he'd just be spending the night...What the F?! Yeah...needless to say, I've learned my lesson. So ends my sad tale of woe
Your Turn!
I was dating a guy who (looking back) was a pseudo-intellectual. He described himself as not romantic b/c "There's nothing Roman about me", didn't believe in courtship b/c "of the game playing that took place in upper eschelons of society fostering that practice" (direct quote. Some bs you don't forget) and didn't consider himself a gentleman b/c "Gentle and Man don't go together".
He didn't have a car, but I'll work with a brotha.
He was in school full time, but again, I'll work with a brotha: you have to be supportive even when they don't have it as long as they're working to attain it.... But the last straw was the night I had to pick him up from MARTA (and get off early to do so) and he was late. (Note: I realize everything that followed was my own damned fault for waiting)
He was so late I didn't have time to cook dinner....we went through the drive thru at Popeyes...I ordered, he ordered...and kept ordering.....
Do you know how much chicken you have to buy to spend almost $50 at Popeyes? But then, this nigga doesn't reach for his wallet....he adjusts his seat belt, but no money exchanged hands except mine to the window attendant....we get to my apartment....eat and eventually, it clicks that I have to take this nigga BACK to the MARTA! (Yeah, I know, I was... special)....but no, he'd assumed he'd just be spending the night...What the F?! Yeah...needless to say, I've learned my lesson. So ends my sad tale of woe
Your Turn!
