Don't blame Kobe, nikka blame yourself....
. I filled up almost both sides of the card with my feelings. I basically wrote: I didn't mean anything I said, I really liked you, and I didn't know how to express my feelings, and the reason I "acted" like that in the computer lab was because I was just really excited to see after not seeing you for so long. I remember ending the letter by insinuating i loved her. I wrote some shyt like "if anything my feelings for you were the exact opposite"
Now I see why its dangerous to try win a female back when youre feeling emotional. I was on one brehs.
Part 5
the night before I discovered my dead dog I was on the phone with my roommate trying to establish a line of communication with her via facebook. She accepted my roommates friend request, so I had my roommate send her a message asking if she seen me around campus. She pretty told my roommate about the incident in the computer lab and told him she almost beat my ass. The day after my dog died I was at the bus station waiting on the bus. She was there... her friend was there... but I didn't care I was in my own world sulking in the memory of my dead dog. The bus ride from where I live to chicago is like 90 minutes, so eventually I calmed down and decided to talk to her. I waited til we got off the bus and were walking back to campus. I was nervous, so I pretty much just walked a few paces behind her and her friend. I knew I would have to make my move soon because they were nearing her building. Her suitcase hit a bumb in the sidewalk while she was wheeling it, and I jokingly asked if she needed some help- wrong move! The bytch started going off. I mean she was just spazzing out of nowhere. I don't know if she was going extra hard on me cause her friend was around or what, but she was pretty much yelling at me at the top of her lungs. I was trying to save face and not look like some simp ass push over nikka, by acting like I was in control of the situation by talking in calm manner and saying shyt"alright cool im a talk to you later". I was cool on the outside but fukked up internally. That incident embarrassed the fukk out of me. I hate being yelled at. It feels like im being attacked. I was pretty shaken up on the inside. The grief from my dog dying the day before combined with the hostility this bytch just showed towards gave me really bad anxiety. I didn't even go back to dorm room. I ended up spending the night at my old roommates apartment because I needed someone to talk to, and I couldn't be alone.
I didn't even go to class the next day. That week I even waited for her outside of somewhere where I usually run into her to have a conversation where I could clear the air and offer her a sincere apology. I never ended up seeing her (which was probably a blessing in disguise). Losing my grandma and my dog in a 2 week span put me in a weird place emotionally. I felt vulnerable and was seeking comfort. The next weekend at home I came up with the plan to give her flowers. It was the only way to show I was truly sorry and that I really valued her friendship. Monday morning October 12th, I got up early before my classes started to go downtown and find a florist. I found one. I ended up getting a custom floral arrangement to say "I'm sorry". On a sidenote if you want to know something to get you instant female attention walk around carrying a bouquet of flowers. I swear I was getting looks from all kinds of bytches just by carrying those flowers around. I bought the flowers, but I wasn't done. I had to put on the finish touches with the right presentation. I went to Target to buy one of those gift bags and blank papyrus card. The card is where I really started simping HARD
and???Part 5
the night before I discovered my dead dog I was on the phone with my roommate trying to establish a line of communication with her via facebook. She accepted my roommates friend request, so I had my roommate send her a message asking if she seen me around campus. She pretty told my roommate about the incident in the computer lab and told him she almost beat my ass. The day after my dog died I was at the bus station waiting on the bus. She was there... her friend was there... but I didn't care I was in my own world sulking in the memory of my dead dog. The bus ride from where I live to chicago is like 90 minutes, so eventually I calmed down and decided to talk to her. I waited til we got off the bus and were walking back to campus. I was nervous, so I pretty much just walked a few paces behind her and her friend. I knew I would have to make my move soon because they were nearing her building. Her suitcase hit a bumb in the sidewalk while she was wheeling it, and I jokingly asked if she needed some help- wrong move! The bytch started going off. I mean she was just spazzing out of nowhere. I don't know if she was going extra hard on me cause her friend was around or what, but she was pretty much yelling at me at the top of her lungs. I was trying to save face and not look like some simp ass push over nikka, by acting like I was in control of the situation by talking in calm manner and saying shyt"alright cool im a talk to you later". I was cool on the outside but fukked up internally. That incident embarrassed the fukk out of me. I hate being yelled at. It feels like im being attacked. I was pretty shaken up on the inside. The grief from my dog dying the day before combined with the hostility this bytch just showed towards gave me really bad anxiety. I didn't even go back to dorm room. I ended up spending the night at my old roommates apartment because I needed someone to talk to, and I couldn't be alone.
I didn't even go to class the next day. That week I even waited for her outside of somewhere where I usually run into her to have a conversation where I could clear the air and offer her a sincere apology. I never ended up seeing her (which was probably a blessing in disguise). Losing my grandma and my dog in a 2 week span put me in a weird place emotionally. I felt vulnerable and was seeking comfort. The next weekend at home I came up with the plan to give her flowers. It was the only way to show I was truly sorry and that I really valued her friendship. Monday morning October 12th, I got up early before my classes started to go downtown and find a florist. I found one. I ended up getting a custom floral arrangement to say "I'm sorry". On a sidenote if you want to know something to get you instant female attention walk around carrying a bouquet of flowers. I swear I was getting looks from all kinds of bytches just by carrying those flowers around. I bought the flowers, but I wasn't done. I had to put on the finish touches with the right presentation. I went to Target to buy one of those gift bags and blank papyrus card. The card is where I really started simping HARD
Just for the record...taking a story to the grave means you'll never tell anyoneThis is story about my first/only time ever simping a female. I'll probably take this story to my grave. It all began 2008-09 my freshman year of college...
Back in my first year of college I used to come home every weekend to take care of my dogs(R.I.P). I had 3 dogs who were my whole world. I never had a girlfriend or any close friends, so my dogs are the ones who were closest to me in the whole world. Anyways back to the topic. I used to take the greyhound back and forth between chicago and where i llived. One weekend my dad recognized someone he knew and they were talking while i was in the car waiting. My dad came back to car geeked on some"I got a female for you and she bad" or something along them lines i don't exactly recall since this was about 5 years ago. Apparently the girl's aunt recognize my dad(let me preface this by saying my dad is a convicted felon, so the people he knows are usually pretty seedy/grimy/ratchet). Anyways they were talking and discovered that we both went that her niece and I both went to UIC. When I seen her for the first time she was alright, but i didn't recognize her, so she wasn't anything special. I still remember the first words she ever said to me. "Oh i seen him before". We sat together on the bus. the first thing i noticed was her dolce and gabanna bag. Anyways this was my first time dealing with a female since like the sixth or seventh grade, so i tried my best to be casual.
on that bus ride and initial meeting i should have known she was ratchet hood bytch, but i gave her the benefit of the doubt cause she seemed like a school girl. She was a gucci fan (and actually was the one who put me up on gucci.". I still remember the first major red flag that made me decide that i wasn't going to pursue her. I told her where i lived and she was like my "friend live around there". I knew right away she was talking about my nikka Will. I'm like "who will?" she likes "yeah we used to talk". At the point In my mind im like I definitely can't fukk with this bytch now she used to fukk with my nikka. I didn't say that shyt aloud i just kept the conversation flowing normally. I found out she was in the same English class as my roommate and his girl friend(which would ultimately prove toxic in the future)
So the semester continued, and I'd see her around campus and shyt and we were basically cool on some small talk casual conversation shyt. One time I went home and my dad told me the bytch mom called him talking shyt like "tell yo son to leave his room" i kept to myself a lot, so i really didn't do shyt but hang around my dorm. my dad kept gassing me up like shorty bad and i was dumb for not jumping on her cause apparently she was on my line. It kinda pissed me off that shorty told her mom i never left my room like i was some kind of loser or some shyt. She was cute and all, but i wasn't really feeling shorty. I just enjoyed the attention(another thing that would lead to my demiseat the time and kept it moving. I still remember the last time i seen her before the end of the semester she offered to give me a ride home, but i declined. My roommate used to joke around that he was gonna get me her together in a relationship and i'd constantly tell that nikka like im not feeling shorty like that.
everything was going smooth up until around spring break of my freshman year. my roommate did something to piss me off, so i ended up looking out of our room while he was in the shower forcing him to go down to the front desk in his towel to get loaner keys. She had a job at the front desk checking people for keys and id. My roommate came back to the room and talked about how they were shytting on me. I was pissed at the time, so i remeber being like fukk you and i hate that bytch and she's annoying. He told me he told her what i said, but i really didn't care at the time and honestly forgot about it.
Spring Break 2009 I was on niketalk.com and i learned that kobe bryant was going to be at House of Hoops. I was THE BIGGEST KOBE STAN IN THE WORLD at the time. So i was going to have to stay on campus for a weekend in order to meet kobe bryant no matter what. he was playing the bulls march 21st,2009 and was going to be a HOH chicago the 22nd for the release of the kobe iv lower merion ace colorway. I got up at like 7 am on saturday to go to the mall. I had to take the 21 bus and 60 bus all the way to north river side which was like an hour. I finally get there and there was already six people in line, so i was number 7. Anyways i waited in line til the mall closed at 10 PM and they gave us tickets to come back the next day. we had to be there by 2 the next day. I go this lil Mexican restaurant to get some food and finally get back to campus at like 11. She was working at the front desk that night, so im just like "what's up" and the bytch just completely ignored. she really wasn't even saying high or anything when i would see her around campus. it didn't hit me why at the time. I remember looking at her like what the fukk? i just went back to my room and ate. I was tryna figure out what was wrong with the bytch while i was eating. eventually i figured it out. likeshyt she must still be pissed what my roommate told her. so after i ate i went back down to front desk to straighten things out, which only made them worse.
Part 2 to be continued...
if anybody is interested
Part 5
the night before I discovered my dead dog I was on the phone with my roommate trying to establish a line of communication with her via facebook. She accepted my roommates friend request, so I had my roommate send her a message asking if she seen me around campus. She pretty told my roommate about the incident in the computer lab and told him she almost beat my ass. The day after my dog died I was at the bus station waiting on the bus. She was there... her friend was there... but I didn't care I was in my own world sulking in the memory of my dead dog. The bus ride from where I live to chicago is like 90 minutes, so eventually I calmed down and decided to talk to her. I waited til we got off the bus and were walking back to campus. I was nervous, so I pretty much just walked a few paces behind her and her friend. I knew I would have to make my move soon because they were nearing her building. Her suitcase hit a bumb in the sidewalk while she was wheeling it, and I jokingly asked if she needed some help- wrong move! The bytch started going off. I mean she was just spazzing out of nowhere. I don't know if she was going extra hard on me cause her friend was around or what, but she was pretty much yelling at me at the top of her lungs. I was trying to save face and not look like some simp ass push over nikka, by acting like I was in control of the situation by talking in calm manner and saying shyt"alright cool im a talk to you later". I was cool on the outside but fukked up internally. That incident embarrassed the fukk out of me. I hate being yelled at. It feels like im being attacked. I was pretty shaken up on the inside. The grief from my dog dying the day before combined with the hostility this bytch just showed towards gave me really bad anxiety. I didn't even go back to dorm room. I ended up spending the night at my old roommates apartment because I needed someone to talk to, and I couldn't be alone.
I didn't even go to class the next day. That week I even waited for her outside of somewhere where I usually run into her to have a conversation where I could clear the air and offer her a sincere apology. I never ended up seeing her (which was probably a blessing in disguise). Losing my grandma and my dog in a 2 week span put me in a weird place emotionally. I felt vulnerable and was seeking comfort. The next weekend at home I came up with the plan to give her flowers. It was the only way to show I was truly sorry and that I really valued her friendship. Monday morning October 12th, I got up early before my classes started to go downtown and find a florist. I found one. I ended up getting a custom floral arrangement to say "I'm sorry". On a sidenote if you want to know something to get you instant female attention walk around carrying a bouquet of flowers. I swear I was getting looks from all kinds of bytches just by carrying those flowers around. I bought the flowers, but I wasn't done. I had to put on the finish touches with the right presentation. I went to Target to buy one of those gift bags and blank papyrus card. The card is where I really started simping HARD
Part 5
the night before I discovered my dead dog I was on the phone with my roommate trying to establish a line of communication with her via facebook. She accepted my roommates friend request, so I had my roommate send her a message asking if she seen me around campus. She pretty told my roommate about the incident in the computer lab and told him she almost beat my ass. The day after my dog died I was at the bus station waiting on the bus. She was there... her friend was there... but I didn't care I was in my own world sulking in the memory of my dead dog. The bus ride from where I live to chicago is like 90 minutes, so eventually I calmed down and decided to talk to her. I waited til we got off the bus and were walking back to campus. I was nervous, so I pretty much just walked a few paces behind her and her friend. I knew I would have to make my move soon because they were nearing her building. Her suitcase hit a bumb in the sidewalk while she was wheeling it, and I jokingly asked if she needed some help- wrong move! The bytch started going off. I mean she was just spazzing out of nowhere. I don't know if she was going extra hard on me cause her friend was around or what, but she was pretty much yelling at me at the top of her lungs. I was trying to save face and not look like some simp ass push over nikka, by acting like I was in control of the situation by talking in calm manner and saying shyt"alright cool im a talk to you later". I was cool on the outside but fukked up internally. That incident embarrassed the fukk out of me. I hate being yelled at. It feels like im being attacked. I was pretty shaken up on the inside. The grief from my dog dying the day before combined with the hostility this bytch just showed towards gave me really bad anxiety. I didn't even go back to dorm room. I ended up spending the night at my old roommates apartment because I needed someone to talk to, and I couldn't be alone.
I didn't even go to class the next day. That week I even waited for her outside of somewhere where I usually run into her to have a conversation where I could clear the air and offer her a sincere apology. I never ended up seeing her (which was probably a blessing in disguise). Losing my grandma and my dog in a 2 week span put me in a weird place emotionally. I felt vulnerable and was seeking comfort. The next weekend at home I came up with the plan to give her flowers. It was the only way to show I was truly sorry and that I really valued her friendship. Monday morning October 12th, I got up early before my classes started to go downtown and find a florist. I found one. I ended up getting a custom floral arrangement to say "I'm sorry". On a sidenote if you want to know something to get you instant female attention walk around carrying a bouquet of flowers. I swear I was getting looks from all kinds of bytches just by carrying those flowers around. I bought the flowers, but I wasn't done. I had to put on the finish touches with the right presentation. I went to Target to buy one of those gift bags and blank papyrus card. The card is where I really started simping HARD
I'm sayin
, Kobe that nikka and all but if I were a virgin I'd be thinkin bout gettin some p*ssy mothafukk Kobe
that nikka fukkin every damn day rich as shyt
fukk I look like goin to see the nikka just to goose a nikka when I should be in some twat
but instead I'd be feelin like one for bein on some groupie shyt when I got more pressing matters like the dusty, thirsty v card resting with the lint of my pocket. 
Part 5
the night before I discovered my dead dog I was on the phone with my roommate trying to establish a line of communication with her via facebook. She accepted my roommates friend request, so I had my roommate send her a message asking if she seen me around campus. She pretty told my roommate about the incident in the computer lab and told him she almost beat my ass. The day after my dog died I was at the bus station waiting on the bus. She was there... her friend was there... but I didn't care I was in my own world sulking in the memory of my dead dog. The bus ride from where I live to chicago is like 90 minutes, so eventually I calmed down and decided to talk to her. I waited til we got off the bus and were walking back to campus. I was nervous, so I pretty much just walked a few paces behind her and her friend. I knew I would have to make my move soon because they were nearing her building. Her suitcase hit a bumb in the sidewalk while she was wheeling it, and I jokingly asked if she needed some help- wrong move! The bytch started going off. I mean she was just spazzing out of nowhere. I don't know if she was going extra hard on me cause her friend was around or what, but she was pretty much yelling at me at the top of her lungs. I was trying to save face and not look like some simp ass push over nikka, by acting like I was in control of the situation by talking in calm manner and saying shyt"alright cool im a talk to you later". I was cool on the outside but fukked up internally. That incident embarrassed the fukk out of me. I hate being yelled at. It feels like im being attacked. I was pretty shaken up on the inside. The grief from my dog dying the day before combined with the hostility this bytch just showed towards gave me really bad anxiety. I didn't even go back to dorm room. I ended up spending the night at my old roommates apartment because I needed someone to talk to, and I couldn't be alone.
I didn't even go to class the next day. That week I even waited for her outside of somewhere where I usually run into her to have a conversation where I could clear the air and offer her a sincere apology. I never ended up seeing her (which was probably a blessing in disguise). Losing my grandma and my dog in a 2 week span put me in a weird place emotionally. I felt vulnerable and was seeking comfort. The next weekend at home I came up with the plan to give her flowers. It was the only way to show I was truly sorry and that I really valued her friendship. Monday morning October 12th, I got up early before my classes started to go downtown and find a florist. I found one. I ended up getting a custom floral arrangement to say "I'm sorry". On a sidenote if you want to know something to get you instant female attention walk around carrying a bouquet of flowers. I swear I was getting looks from all kinds of bytches just by carrying those flowers around. I bought the flowers, but I wasn't done. I had to put on the finish touches with the right presentation. I went to Target to buy one of those gift bags and blank papyrus card. The card is where I really started simping HARD
. She was like "no you can leave them at the front desk, I'll get them." I remember stressing to her to make sure she picked them up. I couldn't handle rejection of a gesture done from a genuine place in my heart...after all I had been through that would've been crushed. I dropped them off at the front desk right away. I even checked back later that day to make sure she picked them up. It worked! I seen her the next day she thanked me for the flowers. I asked her if she was still angry at me? she just shook her head. I kept my cool as usual but on the inside I was the happiest I had been in awhile. We were on speaking terms again. I got myself back in the game. Now the only thing left for me to do is win her over...
) coming later to day
