Bad Date Karma

What’s good! How was your weekend? If you are like me, you were having some serious football withdrawal symptoms. Never thought I would miss it that much until Sunday afternoon came around and I was searching for something worthwhile on television. I did catch some good college basketball though. Can’t wait for March Madness. I’m still thinking that UCLA is going to take the chip. Pac-10 all the way! Can somebody tell me what Ruby Dee did in American Gangster to merit a SAG award and an Academy nomination? Does she have scenes that weren’t on my bootleg copy of the movie? Don’t get me wrong, I love Ruby Dee but isn’t she playing the same character from Jungle Fever? I’ve been a supporter of Barack Obama since he officially announced that he was running for President. In the last few weeks, he has solidified my decision to support his candidacy. The Clintons, however, have really showed their true colors. I never really understood the love that some black people have for them anyway. Matter of fact, I got into a heated discussion about who to support with a female friend of mine. Her reasoning was that she prospered when Bill Clinton was President and thinks it will be the same under Hillary. Flawed logic, right? My lasting images of Bill Clinton’s presidency were his fronting on Lani Guinier and the fake crying at Ron Brown’s funeral.

My weekend did consist of a little bit more than channel surfing and sugar cookies though. On Friday night, I went out with a couple of co-workers to celebrate a birthday. Nothing special, just some drinks at your neighborhood Friday’s. Why do black folks love Friday’s so much? I think it has to do with the Jack Daniel’s sauce that they put on everything. Anyway, back to Friday night. While I’m chillin’ at the bar with my folks, I see a chick on the other side of the bar giving me a serious mean mug. I mean this sister is looking at me as if I pushed her in the pool at one of those pool parties that black folks have where nobody actually swims. It took me a few minutes before I realized who she was and that’s when I started to panic. Let me explain.

A few months ago, I got a random message on my Myspace page from said female. She was commenting on the song I had playing on my page and wanted to complement me on my good taste in music. We had a brief conversation that day and chatted a couple of times afterwards. Well, about a week ago she sends me a message saying that her birthday was coming up and she wondered if I would like to meet her for a drink. I’m always down for some libations so I said lets meet on Thursday after work. She agreed. Well, I had a hectic week at work and when the day we are supposed to meet comes around I completely forgot about it and went directly home at 5:00. I got a nasty message that night expressing how janky I am and that she isn’t used to being treated so shabbily. Fast forward to Friday night!

So here I am sitting directly across from this chick that I’ve accidentally stood up the night before. What do I do? She obviously recognizes me. Why else would she be giving me the side eye? So, I muster up my courage and walk around the bar to say hello and once again apologize (I sent her a genuine apology that night) for the night before.

Me: Hi, How are you doing?
Her: Hello
Me: You know who I am right?
Her: Yeah
Me: I wanted to come over and apologize again for last night. I’m so sorry but like I explained to you I was extremely tired and the only thing on my mind was getting to bed.
Her: So you really are 6’3”.
Me: Yeah
Her: If you weren’t so tall, I wouldn’t even think about forgiving you.
Me: (Laughter)
Her: I guess I’ll let you make it up to me but you better not mess up again.
Me: That’s a bet. Let me get your number so I can call you and make arrangements this time.

She proceeds to give me her number and I rejoin my party across the bar. Later that night, I get a text from her saying:

Don’t think because you are tall that you can get away with acting like that!

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