As reality see’s it for Big Momma, she is alone for a while more. I tried yet again to date, and that blew up in my face like a small child with a firecracker with a short fuse.
Not only did I pay for my own dinner and appetizer, I paid for my own movie ticket and snacks at the movie. This dude get’s in to the damn movie for free and eats all but two pieces of my damn appetizer. You have got to be out of your damn mind.
Gentlemen let me give you a little bit of advice: When you tell a woman your going to take her on a date, and YOU even call it a date, don’t make the girl pay for it. Not cool. Not even close. You wont get your hand held, a kiss or a lay. Just wont happen. So don’t try.
Back Story: I have known said man for over 12 years. We have decided to take things to the next level. We live in different states but have decided not to let that get in the way. He came up for the weekend and was staying at my place in Lil Momma’s room. Decided to take it slow cause it’s a big change for the both of us. Well honestly for me. Apparently he’s “loved me for a long time”. Well things were not as they all seemed.
Date night:
Dinner: I order, He orders. We have a appetizer. He eats all but two pieces of the appetizer. No biggie right? Tis what it is. Then the meal comes. We eat and pass on dessert. Check comes. He literally throws down like $13 on a $50 check and tells me he’s gonna meet me at the door cause he’s gotta go to the bathroom.
Movie: We get to the movies and I tell them I want one to see the movie I want and turn to him and he’s in a totally different line talking to a different teller showing his movie reviewer pass so he can get in for free! Ummmmm yet again paying for myself on our date.
Swear to god. AND TO MAKE THE REALITY OF THE SISUATION WORSE he has the cajones to tell me that he met someone the week before that he has feelings for and wants to be with during dinner. All the while he’s trying to hold my hand. Um No. Then when that doesn’t work he reaches his arm around me, like I wanted to be closer to you. Seriously?! So as his arm is around me he leans in and blows on my ear and slowly leans closer to kiss on my neck.
So Big Momma did the only thing she could, she started to be mean. J hehehehehe. I got out the Berry and started getting in touch with my girls and giving them the 411. Ignoring him as much as possible. Totally over the entire evening. Ready to go home and to bed.
So when it’s time to go home we watch a movie and give a wide bearth. I let him have the couch and I sit in a chair on the other side of my living room. Clearly not taking the sign he tries to sit with me on the chair. I tell him he has plenty of room on the couch and to make himself comfy. LOL. Eventually I go to bed and make it clear that I’m going A-L-O-N-E. I wake up in the morning and the FREAKE O is watching me sleep. WHAT???!!!!! Who does that shit! He even admitted that he had been there for like 15 minutes!
So Big Momma takes the Berry and tells him after locking herself in the bathroom that he needs to pack his shit up and leave and not call again. Just get out and go. And thank god he did.
Anyone who reads this please learn from me: NEVER EVER EVER no matter how long you know them let them in your house. EVER! EVER EVER.
Trust me.
5-31-11 Poor Life
Yet again life is reminding me what it is to be poor. Not that Big Momma needs the reminder. I remember every day what it’s like to be poor.
But lately it’s seeming harder and harder to pay those bills. And they seem to come faster and faster in the mail. Where is the month in between? Didn’t a month consist of 30 days? Whatever happened to that?
I understand that the reality of the situation is that everyone is as poor as me and that they cant afford their bills too seriously. Please oh please tell me I’m not the only one feeling that 30 day’s goes as fast as 30 minutes here.
No matter what you do, no matter how much you work. There is no catching up and there is no getting all them paid and on time.
We’ll rest assured world your not the only one. Big Momma and the rest of the Inner Circle of Momma is feeling the same pain. Sadly.
One day at a time, one step at a time and maybe with some sort of a miracle we will have a break.
6-6-11
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