She was the exact kind of girl that used to keep me awake at night when I was a teenager. She was cute, pretty even. But she was psychotic. And a ho.
It's kinda scary when you're young to realize that there's a fine lady out there that you're talking to that's so undercover and just wild.
Yes. It happened to me. I thought I was so enamored by the way she looked. And that I liked how the fellas looked at me with her on my arm. But then, you start to get little warnings from cats you don't even know. You know, brothas approaching you coming out the bathroom at the movie theaters and shit. They're telling you to watch out for her, because her reputation is shredded just a few neighborhoods north.
And then you take her home. And get down to business. And that shit's good... better than what normal teenage pussy is supposed to be, so you just ignore the warnings, right? Right?
That's when it gets downhill. You dig into her life and realize that "she's more comfortable with guys than women" because "most women she knows are bitches" and don't like her. And she chalks it up to jealousy.
Then, she gets really busy at school, doing school plays and shit. Next, you find out that her real best friend is some guy she's known since elementary. And he's still at her former school, but comes over sometimes for homework.
But finally, the last straw is when you meet up with people from her former school. And hear about her records and feats over there. And you make up your mind to drop her.
But the story ain't done! You think crazy girls will just allow you to walk away? Noooo! She has to try to drag you in the mud, talking about how your sex game was weak. Or that you're gay. Or that your dick's small. Do you know that that shit would drive a brotha to pull it out at homeroom? Or that would make a brotha fuck her best female friend, even if you're not attracted to her- just to squash rumors?
See? It's that same game that silly women play. I went through it too. But only that I was not a grown man. I was only in 10th grade.
(Oh, and if you wanted to know how I got my retribution, I had some girls to jump her and beat that ass. Twice. And made sure that my name never was uttered from her mouth ever again. I lived in St. Louis. That's how we did it back then.)
