Monday Oct 20 (part 2): The Return of the Nasty Foot Looker

As I walk around and see the overwhelming amount of Obama supporters one thought came to my mind. I wonder how many of these negros are registered to vote and of the ones who are registered how many will go out and vote. Here is my thought. If you’re not going to actually exercise your right to vote, don’t wear a button. It’s almost hypocritical. Now I’m not talking about people who can’t vote, but those who can and choose not to. Just my thought.

So since I wrote about my crazy incidents with D.A.N.’s I haven’t gone out or hung out with any guys since. I really don’t plan on it either. Most of them have faded out of the picture except one. The nasty foot looker. Like I said he is a cool guy. I don’t mind being cool with him, but he just needs a constant reminder that I don’t like him. At first I felt bad because I am almost mean, but it’s annoying. How do you decide you like someone you don’t even know? We hung out once. We don’t talk on the phone. Every now and then we may text, but it’s very superficial. How does all that amount to liking someone? Or maybe it’s just me. It takes more than that for me to like someone and I can’t expect him to do things the same way I do them.

Anyway today he got on my nerves. We were talking about saving money and he makes some comment about maybe we could put our money together and buy a house. So I asked him why he making the assumption that I would need his help in securing a house. I went on to say that I would not be living with any man before marriage and since he was neither my husband nor a relative that we would not be doing anything together. You know what this bozo said? “You could be my wife in a few years. Only time will tell.” No it won’t tell. I don’t like you. I never have I never will. This is not up for discussion. He went on to say that everyone needs a little help. So I told him that was true. That I trusted that whoever God brings into my life to help me will be revealed and he would be a Godly man. He had nothing to say after that.