ding ding ding.
oh looksie looksie,
it’s a new text.
i wonder from who?
momma asking you to pick up collard greens for dinner?
sibling asking did you dvr over their witches of waverly?
it’s some number you don’t know.
judging from the “wassup”,
they know you.
who they tho?
so you pretend to remember who it is.
(i hit random numbers with a smooth “who the hell is this?”)
after a few conversations,
that guy you met damn near 6 months ago.
you took his number out your phone because he vanished.
he never followed through to say “you weren’t what i was looking for”.
now he is back?
don’t you hate that shit?…
this scenario reminds me of one of my favorite jay lines:
“i was just fuckin’ dem girls.
i was gon’ get right back…”
not really muthafucka.
i hate “blasts from the pasts” as i like to call them.
i’ve had a ton of them these last few months.
once i hit them with that curve,
they always “damn its like that” and “why you so rude??”.
these are dudes who had you in a rotation,
so they never replied back to your last text or call.
they probably had someone and was looking for some side booty/peen,
or you were one of like 9 people they were talking too.
lord knows who was actually getting the pipe/booty.
maybe it was you?
you were the one he picked?
whatever the reason is,
unless you are realllllllllllllllllllly interested,
you can give it another shot.
i don’t like being on the back burner for anyone.
i’m always the first round draft pick.
these lames don’t have shit on me,
and if a wolf fails to realize that,
he won’t even be privileged to get a sample of what i have to offer.
1)someone people fuck.
2) someone people take seriously.
“blasts from the pasts” already picked up on it from the initial convo.
he can tell if he you are someone who maybe worth it,
or he is setting up a time so he knock that out.
i hate when nothing happens and they vanish.
they hit you up out the blue months later,
when you damn near forgot about them,
after leaving you in limbo and question marks.
got you wondering if something is wrong with you?
did you fuck it up?
isn’t that bad etiquette?
were you not bending over backwards enough?
is it this “thrist” thing that seems to be fashion these days?