I Love Your Girl
This weekend CL and I went out to get our party on at a monthly event for grown (some sexy….most not) folks. The type of event that brings out all of the men (me included) who are too old to be in the club and packs of women who want to shake their asses without having to fight off a stalker throughout the night. One of the first things we notice is that there seems to be a bunch of hard legs at this function. That is an unusual occurrence in Atlanta unless you accidentally wonder into one of the many gay clubs in the city. This is a city whose reputation is for women outnumbering men 12 to 1, At this point in the evening, it appears the hot women of Atlanta were getting crunk at some other function. So here, I am in a den of hungry wolves with a sexy lady on my arm. It was just a matter of time before one of them tried to make a move. This is why I always had a rule about not taking your girl to the club. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t believe in handcuffing women when we go out. It’s not necessary that we are all up under each other for the entire night. My daddy once told me that nothing is as lame as standing outside the ladies room waiting for your woman.
We got there on the early side so we decide to grab some seats, some drinks and just chill until the crowd arrives. We had already enjoyed a couple hurricanes before we left home so both of us were feeling good. But it’s a party, right? So I step away to grab a couple overpriced drinks from the bar, crown & coke (me) and vodka & cranberry (her). I couldn't have been more than three steps away from CL when I spot in my peripheral vision a brother making a bee line to where she is sitting. I’m thinking to myself, “I know this fool isn’t about to holla at my girl who he clearly saw was with me!” I don’t trip though. Proceed to the bar to get our drinks but I did keep my eye on the exchange that ensued. They were out of earshot but I saw him step to CL and deliver his corny ass line. She quickly shut him down. He did the walk of shame back across the room to find somebody else’s woman to approach. CL flashed me a smile if to say, “Can you believe this guy?” The sad part is that this wasn’t the first time something like that happened over the weekend. The night before, CL and I went out for dinner at a neighborhood restaurant. Had a guy turn completely around from the bar and stare at my girl. A less secure man would have been ready to fight. I was calm because CL had just slipped me the black lace panties she removed while in the restroom. I had other priorities for the evening.
Some people might consider this behavior a compliment to the attractiveness of their mate. I’m not one of those people. It’s just plain disrespectful to me. It seems like a man isn’t immune from this type of disrespect no matter where he takes his woman. It doesn’t really come as a surprise. If you listen to popular music, there is the repeated theme of I’ll take your woman or your man. When did we just completely lose respect for couples? Was it too much Maury Povich or Divorce Court?
Has someone every approached your man/woman when you were out in public?
How did you handle the situation?
Have you ever stepped to or flirted with someone knowing they were with someone?
What was the result?