Ummm... this gal that i recently met has two phones.
We met Xmas weekend at a club/bar. We were already making out and she was sitting on ya boys lap while whispering shiit that was indistinguishable (due to the elements of the basslines via trap sounds).
Finally got her out on a date several days later, to which i was 10 minutes late for. She was livid brehs. Didn't even hug me upon me arriving at the joint (she suggested Joey's... i thot we were just having drinks but she ordered steak strips and sushi... altho she did tell the waiter to split the tab, i said no).
She says she works in the healthcare industry as (some kind of) supervisor (i dont recall the title exactly, excuse me for i was a little rusty from lack of first dates in a minute. haha) for a group of subordinates (but she just got the gig 2 months ago?). But the conversation was on point or this 25 year old from Somalia, she graduated from University of WA and actually gave her opinion on almost everything we touched upon - whether concurred or contrarian (she's gorgeous brehs, even a waitress who wasn't even serving our table came up to her complimenting her aesthetics, i was like... go away. She doesn't need to be gassed up than im sure she already is. Presumably. LOL).
One of the things that stuck out to me during the convo:
She involuntarily tells me that the second device is for work and that she's on call from clients and cohorts/etc.
I tried to look her up on backpages to see if i'd find her due to the stigma of people having 2 cellies... but alas to no effect (pardon my ignance, but i highly doubt family-oriented women from the Horn of Africa, or any African country - i would assume- would degrade/subject themselves to adult services, but i just wanted to ensure).
Any who, she told me her Bday was on New Years day (and i was heading out of town for NYE... so there was gonna be no rendezvous for us).
We went out for another drink after Joeys and the convo seemed very... it just seemed like she was very uninterested. Like, my ass got friendzoned before the end of outing number one (which is something i'm not used to, if i get the girl out, i'm under the impression/and due to previous experiences... gonna turn it into something romantic, nil platonic, exception back in 2012, i took a Eritrean chick out and i got used for dinner, but i hate to generalize, so i figured i'd give this one a go cuz errbody different).
When we were done with the first drink, she said she had to go home cuz work was early (it was around 11, Dec 30rst).
So she hugged me right outside the bar and said, "Hey, when you get back into town Sat, hit me up."
It didn't sound very convincing.
When i got home, i texted her thanks for coming out, etc. No response.
Didn't text her NYE day. Just because.
On New Years night, i texted her happy bday and Happy New Year.
Once again... no response.
I decided to cut my losses because, like the Eritrean chick, i just assumed that most chicks from Africa (even tho they are 2nd generation, it's still frowned upon-taboo for them to date guys of my ethinicity) just don't fukk with my type romantically.
So after not hearing back from (we'll call her) Norma the past couple days, i decided... fukk it. I'll focus on ringing in the new year fresh. Just work on doing me and starting looking for a gig.
It;s Saturday and after being home on new years even and day, i felt like going out!! The city is lit cuz the hawks make the playoffs, my gym session was on freak... and i finally had a chance to break out my 72-10's cuz it was sunny, went to costco got a handle of their house vodka... and i still had aboot half a tank of gas left. So i was good for the rest of weekend.
The crew hits me up around 6 and agree to go out. And i'm like, let's get it! My sister, who got flaked out by her friends (yeah i know.. women) was also anxious to kick it... so i was like, aighte, you can hang w us.
So we go to my homeboys crib to drink around 9 and next thing you know...
Text;
Norma: What are you doing tonight?
And i'm in shock! I could swore she was trollin' me cuz i didn't see this one coming. After telling her happy b day and new year... then not hearing shiit in response... i think MOST of us would just say fukk it and keep it movin' on like mya.
So i'm like, "I'm at a house party right now... then headed out to broadway to kick it."
She was already out and about but was ready to head to another part of town.
At this point, i'm not even asking to see her cuz i was on that H.O.H's movement... cuz i didn't think she was interested in my anyway.
But i was like, if you decide to stay there, we'll be at yadda yadda.
So we still at my boys house, drinking for another hour, my sister is on a good one... so i'm like, "let's go! Before parking gets stiff." But you know deep down, in my inebriated state, i'm thinking that there's a possibility that i actually "MIGHT" run into her, that is, if she decided to stay in broadway.
(((And before i continue the story... my ass was still really thinking about Norma, even tho i was texting 3 other females (and i still have a GF, i know... i'm a slime ball... but i'm just trying out new things cuz its a new year... Father/Mother forgive me - mom dukes just passed away so i need a new distraction. That's admirable, right?). She's 5'8, impeccable frame and a nice face. I never ran into anything like that in almost 6 years. That type of combo breighs? Wow.)))
So we end uptown and i get another text.
"My friends all left to the east side. It's just me now and i don't really feel like staying... "
I was like... "Well i'm headed to the area right now. But if you gotta go... no pressure." (I don't know what she expected me to say, but i was being real indifferent).
So i finally get there around 11...
Get to this mexican joint with a roof top and my sister gets the first round... and i can tell my sister was already on a good one cuz her eyes were really droopy and she was talking to this short chubby mexican dude... same look at Jimmy Kimbels side kick. lol. So we're all just sitting back laughing at her. HAHAHA!
So we get out of there and head to this karaoke joint called Rock Box that has a bar in the front (it's a real nice ambience and people have a good time. Free karaoke so who hating on that? I don't sing... but in the whip/shower, i can be your personal Luther V). By that point, i suspected that Norma had already bounced to the east side cuz i haven't heard shyt from her.
But my drunk ass just texted her anyway, "ROCK BOX... NOW"
Put the phone back in my pocket and get the next round of drank...
So we all having a good time, drinking it up...
And the next thing you know... i see this glowing aura at the front entry. Swear to you... like a celestial beacon of light emitting from the heavens and shiit. It was sooo... ambrosiatic. Felt like a dream...
Turns out... it was Norma.
So i was like, "OH shyt!"
And it wasn't like i was over zealous or anything... i was just surprised that from the time i texted where i was at... til the time she showed up... was literally less than 3 minutes. Like she was WAITING in the cut. Creepy ass broad!!!
So my homies were like, "WHOA WHOA WHOA! How the fukk your ugly ass get something like that? How much she is?"
I couldn't give them a legit answer fam. I was perplexed my damn self.
She had on a long oxford knitted blazer jacket that went to her thigh... had on thigh high boots but with a short skirt... exposing major thigh (it was 35 degrees out... but whatever... she was literally the best looking specimen in the venue. Simple).
Long story short... she copped drinks for the crew there. Went to another bar and she got a couple MORE rounds. She was being mighty generous and kept smiling all night. Then "coincidentally" her homegirls show up (about 3-4 of them... i'm assuming it was purely an accident... even tho one of her homegirls walked by me and squeezed my ass, does that mean i'm approved by her sqad? Hee hee).
So to wrap this up, my sister got so faded, she went up to the dj booth and tried to dance with the turntablist and eventually got kicked out. So my boy who was the driver, ended up "CARRYING" her out cuz she passed out. My sister on the way out... somehow fell on her face and now has a black eye, busted/bruised lip and scathed the shiit out of her nose.
Norma was like, "we gotta get your sister home..." But my boys were still inside the bar and i couldn't find them. So me, my homie driver and Norma end up taking my sister home.
After we carry her ass back to her room, we went back to the city and partied like it never happened (although i did fukkin' rip my Cam Newton fox tail... and lost my damn scarf in the process but whatever. What kind of e-thug rocks scarves anyway).
Long story short... since it was just before midnight, we ended up drinking some more. She was kicking it with the homies... everything was golden.
It was closing time and we're all ready to head home and i goes, "Okay, well i'll just chat with you later. We'll catchup during the week."
She goes, "Well, i Uber'd it here."
I start plotting immediately, i said... "Why don't you just head to my place and i can drive you home!"
Thing is... we got dropped off at the crib. And i recall my car still being at my homeboys crib.
She obliged to stay with me that night. I'll be real, i didn't beat... but that spooning session was excellente. Softest frame since Saturn was making plastic panel whips.
Wish me luck.
Here she is fam:
This is my dog:
This is her holding my dog after hours... umph. Just for proof. LOL
She left her contact case in my room... so we're linking up thursday for happy hour.
So after not hearing back from (we'll call her) Norma the past couple days, i decided... fukk it. I'll focus on ringing in the new year fresh. Just work on doing me and starting looking for a gig.
It;s Saturday and after being home on new years even and day, i felt like going out!! The city is lit cuz the hawks make the playoffs, my gym session was on freak... and i finally had a chance to break out my 72-10's cuz it was sunny, went to costco got a handle of their house vodka... and i still had aboot half a tank of gas left. So i was good for the rest of weekend.
The crew hits me up around 6 and agree to go out. And i'm like, let's get it! My sister, who got flaked out by her friends (yeah i know.. women) was also anxious to kick it... so i was like, aighte, you can hang w us.
So we go to my homeboys crib to drink around 9 and next thing you know...
Text;
Norma: What are you doing tonight?
And i'm in shock! I could swore she was trollin' me cuz i didn't see this one coming. After telling her happy b day and new year... then not hearing shiit in response... i think MOST of us would just say fukk it and keep it movin' on like mya.
So i'm like, "I'm at a house party right now... then headed out to broadway to kick it."
She was already out and about but was ready to head to another part of town.
At this point, i'm not even asking to see her cuz i was on that H.O.H's movement... cuz i didn't think she was interested in my anyway.
But i was like, if you decide to stay there, we'll be at yadda yadda.
So we still at my boys house, drinking for another hour, my sister is on a good one... so i'm like, "let's go! Before parking gets stiff." But you know deep down, in my inebriated state, i'm thinking that there's a possibility that i actually "MIGHT" run into her, that is, if she decided to stay in broadway.
(((And before i continue the story... my ass was still really thinking about Norma, even tho i was texting 3 other females (and i still have a GF, i know... i'm a slime ball... but i'm just trying out new things cuz its a new year... Father/Mother forgive me - mom dukes just passed away so i need a new distraction. That's admirable, right?). She's 5'8, impeccable frame and a nice face. I never ran into anything like that in almost 6 years. That type of combo breighs? Wow.)))
So we end uptown and i get another text.
"My friends all left to the east side. It's just me now and i don't really feel like staying... "
I was like... "Well i'm headed to the area right now. But if you gotta go... no pressure." (I don't know what she expected me to say, but i was being real indifferent).
So i finally get there around 11...
Get to this mexican joint with a roof top and my sister gets the first round... and i can tell my sister was already on a good one cuz her eyes were really droopy and she was talking to this short chubby mexican dude... same look at Jimmy Kimbels side kick. lol. So we're all just sitting back laughing at her. HAHAHA!
So we get out of there and head to this karaoke joint called Rock Box that has a bar in the front (it's a real nice ambience and people have a good time. Free karaoke so who hating on that? I don't sing... but in the whip/shower, i can be your personal Luther V). By that point, i suspected that Norma had already bounced to the east side cuz i haven't heard shyt from her.
But my drunk ass just texted her anyway, "ROCK BOX... NOW"
Put the phone back in my pocket and get the next round of drank...
So we all having a good time, drinking it up...
And the next thing you know... i see this glowing aura at the front entry. Swear to you... like a celestial beacon of light emitting from the heavens and shiit. It was sooo... ambrosiatic. Felt like a dream...
Turns out... it was Norma.
So i was like, "OH shyt!"
And it wasn't like i was over zealous or anything... i was just surprised that from the time i texted where i was at... til the time she showed up... was literally less than 3 minutes. Like she was WAITING in the cut. Creepy ass broad!!!
So my homies were like, "WHOA WHOA WHOA! How the fukk your ugly ass get something like that? How much she is?"
I couldn't give them a legit answer fam. I was perplexed my damn self.
She had on a long oxford knitted blazer jacket that went to her thigh... had on thigh high boots but with a short skirt... exposing major thigh (it was 35 degrees out... but whatever... she was literally the best looking specimen in the venue. Simple).
Long story short... she copped drinks for the crew there. Went to another bar and she got a couple MORE rounds. She was being mighty generous and kept smiling all night. Then "coincidentally" her homegirls show up (about 3-4 of them... i'm assuming it was purely an accident... even tho one of her homegirls walked by me and squeezed my ass, does that mean i'm approved by her sqad? Hee hee).
So to wrap this up, my sister got so faded, she went up to the dj booth and tried to dance with the turntablist and eventually got kicked out. So my boy who was the driver, ended up "CARRYING" her out cuz she passed out. My sister on the way out... somehow fell on her face and now has a black eye, busted/bruised lip and scathed the shiit out of her nose.
Norma was like, "we gotta get your sister home..." But my boys were still inside the bar and i couldn't find them. So me, my homie driver and Norma end up taking my sister home.
After we carry her ass back to her room, we went back to the city and partied like it never happened (although i did fukkin' rip my Cam Newton fox tail... and lost my damn scarf in the process but whatever. What kind of e-thug rocks scarves anyway).
Long story short... since it was just before midnight, we ended up drinking some more. She was kicking it with the homies... everything was golden.
It was closing time and we're all ready to head home and i goes, "Okay, well i'll just chat with you later. We'll catchup during the week."
She goes, "Well, i Uber'd it here."
I start plotting immediately, i said... "Why don't you just head to my place and i can drive you home!"
Thing is... we got dropped off at the crib. And i recall my car still being at my homeboys crib.
She obliged to stay with me that night. I'll be real, i didn't beat... but that spooning session was excellente. Softest frame since Saturn was making plastic panel whips.
Wish me luck.
Here she is fam:
This is my dog:
This is her holding my dog after hours... umph. Just for proof. LOL
She left her contact case in my room... so we're linking up thursday for happy hour.
There was one chick who works in Eaton centre I planted a good seed with though. Face was meh but the body was crazy. Might visit where she works one day
Then there was another chick at school but she was just very quiet and shyt. Very cynical towards men too even though shes never had a bf. Would've been too much work to get at her
So after not hearing back from (we'll call her) Norma the past couple days, i decided... fukk it. I'll focus on ringing in the new year fresh. Just work on doing me and starting looking for a gig.
It;s Saturday and after being home on new years even and day, i felt like going out!! The city is lit cuz the hawks make the playoffs, my gym session was on freak... and i finally had a chance to break out my 72-10's cuz it was sunny, went to costco got a handle of their house vodka... and i still had aboot half a tank of gas left. So i was good for the rest of weekend.
The crew hits me up around 6 and agree to go out. And i'm like, let's get it! My sister, who got flaked out by her friends (yeah i know.. women) was also anxious to kick it... so i was like, aighte, you can hang w us.
So we go to my homeboys crib to drink around 9 and next thing you know...
Text;
Norma: What are you doing tonight?
And i'm in shock! I could swore she was trollin' me cuz i didn't see this one coming. After telling her happy b day and new year... then not hearing shiit in response... i think MOST of us would just say fukk it and keep it movin' on like mya.
So i'm like, "I'm at a house party right now... then headed out to broadway to kick it."
She was already out and about but was ready to head to another part of town.
At this point, i'm not even asking to see her cuz i was on that H.O.H's movement... cuz i didn't think she was interested in my anyway.
But i was like, if you decide to stay there, we'll be at yadda yadda.
So we still at my boys house, drinking for another hour, my sister is on a good one... so i'm like, "let's go! Before parking gets stiff." But you know deep down, in my inebriated state, i'm thinking that there's a possibility that i actually "MIGHT" run into her, that is, if she decided to stay in broadway.
(((And before i continue the story... my ass was still really thinking about Norma, even tho i was texting 3 other females (and i still have a GF, i know... i'm a slime ball... but i'm just trying out new things cuz its a new year... Father/Mother forgive me - mom dukes just passed away so i need a new distraction. That's admirable, right?). She's 5'8, impeccable frame and a nice face. I never ran into anything like that in almost 6 years. That type of combo breighs? Wow.)))
So we end uptown and i get another text.
"My friends all left to the east side. It's just me now and i don't really feel like staying... "
I was like... "Well i'm headed to the area right now. But if you gotta go... no pressure." (I don't know what she expected me to say, but i was being real indifferent).
So i finally get there around 11...
Get to this mexican joint with a roof top and my sister gets the first round... and i can tell my sister was already on a good one cuz her eyes were really droopy and she was talking to this short chubby mexican dude... same look at Jimmy Kimbels side kick. lol. So we're all just sitting back laughing at her. HAHAHA!
So we get out of there and head to this karaoke joint called Rock Box that has a bar in the front (it's a real nice ambience and people have a good time. Free karaoke so who hating on that? I don't sing... but in the whip/shower, i can be your personal Luther V). By that point, i suspected that Norma had already bounced to the east side cuz i haven't heard shyt from her.
But my drunk ass just texted her anyway, "ROCK BOX... NOW"
Put the phone back in my pocket and get the next round of drank...
So we all having a good time, drinking it up...
And the next thing you know... i see this glowing aura at the front entry. Swear to you... like a celestial beacon of light emitting from the heavens and shiit. It was sooo... ambrosiatic. Felt like a dream...
Turns out... it was Norma.
So i was like, "OH shyt!"
And it wasn't like i was over zealous or anything... i was just surprised that from the time i texted where i was at... til the time she showed up... was literally less than 3 minutes. Like she was WAITING in the cut. Creepy ass broad!!!
So my homies were like, "WHOA WHOA WHOA! How the fukk your ugly ass get something like that? How much she is?"
I couldn't give them a legit answer fam. I was perplexed my damn self.
She had on a long oxford knitted blazer jacket that went to her thigh... had on thigh high boots but with a short skirt... exposing major thigh (it was 35 degrees out... but whatever... she was literally the best looking specimen in the venue. Simple).
Long story short... she copped drinks for the crew there. Went to another bar and she got a couple MORE rounds. She was being mighty generous and kept smiling all night. Then "coincidentally" her homegirls show up (about 3-4 of them... i'm assuming it was purely an accident... even tho one of her homegirls walked by me and squeezed my ass, does that mean i'm approved by her sqad? Hee hee).
So to wrap this up, my sister got so faded, she went up to the dj booth and tried to dance with the turntablist and eventually got kicked out. So my boy who was the driver, ended up "CARRYING" her out cuz she passed out. My sister on the way out... somehow fell on her face and now has a black eye, busted/bruised lip and scathed the shiit out of her nose.
Norma was like, "we gotta get your sister home..." But my boys were still inside the bar and i couldn't find them. So me, my homie driver and Norma end up taking my sister home.
After we carry her ass back to her room, we went back to the city and partied like it never happened (although i did fukkin' rip my Cam Newton fox tail... and lost my damn scarf in the process but whatever. What kind of e-thug rocks scarves anyway).
Long story short... since it was just before midnight, we ended up drinking some more. She was kicking it with the homies... everything was golden.
It was closing time and we're all ready to head home and i goes, "Okay, well i'll just chat with you later. We'll catchup during the week."
She goes, "Well, i Uber'd it here."
I start plotting immediately, i said... "Why don't you just head to my place and i can drive you home!"
Thing is... we got dropped off at the crib. And i recall my car still being at my homeboys crib.
She obliged to stay with me that night. I'll be real, i didn't beat... but that spooning session was excellente. Softest frame since Saturn was making plastic panel whips.
Wish me luck.
Here she is fam:
This is my dog:
This is her holding my dog after hours... umph. Just for proof. LOL
She left her contact case in my room... so we're linking up thursday for happy hour.
something just sound really funny style about this story. Maybe it's cause you brought her to the crib and didn't smash. East African chicks are real fickle tho and act like prudes, so I ain't blaming you too much
Man I'm listening to the radio this morning and they are doing confessions...this one woman says she was with a guy she didn't like and was cheating on him with her ex the entire time. When she was asked what was wrong with her bf she stated he was too nice and always willing to help her. She got blasted by the men radio host but of course the chick host defended her. The guys were making great points and basically said women need to just admit it that they want a guy who brings drama to their life
So experts.. I'm really fukking annoyed and don't really know what the right play is
So I live with my gf and one of the more annoying things about her is that she strongly believes (incorrectly) that we need to let warm food sit out in room temp and cool down for hours before putting it in the fridge. She thinks the food will spoil and she'll get sick if you put food in the fridge right away, despite the fact that science, common sense, the Department of Health, etc. would tell you the exact opposite - warm leftovers should be put in the fridge to cool right away because room temp is the danger zone for bacteria growth.
Now, just having that belief in and of itself isn't the annoying thing. We can debate and talk about things and whatever. But she refuses to debate this. She will fukking fight me over this, jump out of bed and run into the kitchen to give me the third degree if she hears me putting away warm food. Even if I show her links from reputable sources saying that what she does is actually NOT safe, she will still start a fight and say she knows what she's talking about because her mother and grandmother told her, etc. etc.
But I'm not going to put my own health at risk by letting warm food just sit out in room temp every night letting bacteria grow just to appease her, because she is just flat wrong. I know it seems trivial but this shyt started a mini war last night. What is your play?
There was one chick who works in Eaton centre I planted a good seed with though. Face was meh but the body was crazy. Might visit where she works one day
Then there was another chick at school but she was just very quiet and shyt. Very cynical towards men too even though shes never had a bf. Would've been too much work to get at her
well tbh, its all about finding that one willing to venture out.
i'm somali myself and i can tell you somali women ain't easy and the reason being is because they have a lot to lose. Since our community is very tight knit, if they smash one nikka, they risk that nikka spreading word around that they got it in with so and so and then no nikka gonna wanna marry her.
But they're out there. Infact there are ones that don't fukk with somali nikkaz at all and only deal with non-somalis....luck just has to be in your favour to find that one.
beyond that though...they ain't nothing special. They have a p*ssy like every other girl....people just hype em up for no reason and because of that they think they nice.
well tbh, its all about finding that one willing to venture out.
i'm somali myself and i can tell you somali women ain't easy and the reason being is because they have a lot to lose. Since our community is very tight knit, if they smash one nikka, they risk that nikka spreading word around that they got it in with so and so and then no nikka gonna wanna marry her.
But they're out there. Infact there are ones that don't fukk with somali nikkaz at all and only deal with non-somalis....luck just has to be in your favour to find that one.
beyond that though...they ain't nothing special. They have a p*ssy like every other girl....people just hype em up for no reason and because of that they think they nice.
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