Weekend before last my sister came to Houston and we hit the town. I took her to some of my favorite places and we had a ball. Well somewhere in between the laughs and drinking I met this guy. He was brown skinned, slim, and had a New Orleans accent… he’s from 9th Ward. I thought he was the one! lmaoooo I know God works in mysterious ways but never in a million years did I think I would find my husband in a daiquiri shop.
So as we were running out with our drinks he followed behind me to ask me from my number. He smiled again and I thought I saw the sun reflecting off of his pearly whites..naw it was the glare from his gold teeth lmaooooo. OMG!! I cant take this fool home with gold teeth my dad would start looking around for the cameras n shit! lol
Our first conversation he told me he had children, 4 children, 3 boys and a girl, and he’s a single father raising 2 of the boys. So now I’m like ok, 4 kids and gold teeth. Maybe the kids can distract my family from his mouth Then within the next 24 hours I learned he has a roommate…a female roommate that he is madly in love with. They have been together for 3 years and due to his kids and past infidelities their relationship is over. But they cant move out until the lease is up in July. Ok, that’s where I draw the line, I can’t be a side chick to a guy with 4 kids and a criminal record. Oh wait did I neglect to mention that? My bad, he has had several run ins with the law…stay with me guys we are only on day 3. LOL Serval run ins, One of which comes with a few long lasting consequences. Ok so lets get the checklist
live in ex-girlfriend
GOD is the best comedian I know.
So here I am stuck all up in my feelings… He’s had a hard life, He’s a single father, She mistreats his kids, the price of gold is at an all time high… blah blah blah! It took me several days of skin crawling conversations and several migraines before God showed me the light.
I was telling one of my friends about him and she said I was behaving like a peasant lmao. Thanks friend! So later on that night I had plans for more peasantry. We were meeting to celebrate his new car. He was 45 minutes late, he blamed it on the kids, I forgave him. I sat at a restaurant listening to live music enjoying the ambience when I heard something tell me to get up and leave the restaurant. I listened. When I got out side, I saw a white car flying past me. It was him calling me to see where I was. Now I couldn’t help but notice the car he was in was the complete opposite color of the car he told me he bought…hell it wasn’t even the same make. As I walked up closer to the car I noticed it had a real license plate on it and some things in the back seat…and not the paper mats they give you. It was stuff… in the car…in the new car he told me he bought…that was black. Who does this white car belong too?
to be continued…