A long time ago I went on a date with this black Puerto Rican chic named Xiomara I had met in Webster Hall. Tall(5'8), thick, slim waist, very wide hips, phat ass, nice long black hair and a cute mole above her lip,... gorgeous chic 7/10. She was from the Bronx. I drove from NJ to the Bx to go pick her ass up and told her we driving into Manhattan to hangout. Now this back in the day before GPS phones when I had to print out maquest.com directions and read and drive at same time. I had already hit by then but still went on dates like the movies etcand we fukking on the regular after I waited damn near 2 months to hit. She would either catch the Path to come see me or I drive out to pick her up and we get a room if her mom's home. In her mind we were an item and I didnt see it as such. So anyway we drive into Manhattan and we goto this spot called the Coffee Shop for something to eat and drink. We began this serious conversation about marriage and relationships and she talking about how a nikka is suppose to buy her a big ass ring, a house etc and since she with me im going to have to get all that shyt for her. I told her no I will not being doing any of that because we not at that level. The conversation got heated because she was being real animated about the topic and swore up and down she deserved all she was asking for if she were to get married. I was thinking to myself "this is what you get for fukking with bytches you meet in a club" and " I am ready to bounce, aint no way im driving this angry bytch back to the Bx". So finally we stopped talking, its dead silence, the food came out and I ate and drank. While sitting I could feel the vibration of her crossed legs shaking the table from her being angry so I excused myself from the table. I told her I was going to go check on my car to make sure them NY cops aint ticket my car since I got NJ plates, so I got up and left the table. I went to my car and drove back to NJ leaving her in the restaurant to pay for the food and find her ass home.
After a few months we started talking again but as friends and I even invited her to my bday party at the Roxy and told her to bring some friends for my friends etc. The whole night I tried to dance with her but she would reply "soon", so I went to dance with other chics since she was blowing me off. When the club was about to close I saw her to invite her and her friends to the after party and to meet me by the entrance at 3:30am. I one again left her because me and the crew left 3:00 am