WHEN A BIRD SINGS....

ARE FOR GIRLS (AND WHITE BOYS)!! ENOUGH SAID! I SHOULD NOT WALK INTO THE MACYS URBAN MEN'S DEPARTMENT AND ALL THE MANNICANS ARE WEARING SKINNY JEANS, YUCK!!

So the latest wave of people becoming a part of the social networking community has its perks and also its downfalls. I am here to address one of its downfalls that has really begun to irritate me (I know, I shouldn't be irritated so easily, but that's something I have to work on...so don't dwell on that and finish reading what I have to say, LOL) and that is POSERS!! Posers: A poser is someone who lives vicariously through social networking sites ...those who create a personality that does not accurately reflect who they are in person (as defined by Raven). I remember when I was in the 8th grade and the social networking was the party line. Now you had to be 18 or over to be on the party line; however, there was no real "ID" check..all you had to do was press 2 to enter. So at 13, it was fun to be a poser. You were on the chatline, talked with a "grown-up" like voice, called yourself Ashley when your name was Terry, and talk to guys. ...

So i am not sure what it is. But, I mean...i've been hit on by girls before. But every since my locs has gotten a little longer...the amount of lesbians hitting on me has increased. I am not sure if I am giving off a "I Kissed A Girl and I liked it" vibe or what!! The craziest story ever: I was at a house party...this girl was hella staring at me. So I'm like she must know me..but she is giving me a very weird look. So I am talking to my homegirl like what the hell is this girl looking at. Then she walks by me and hella stares me up and down. So I instantly turn west Oakland and tell my homegirl..."we about to have problems in here"...so the girl go stands at a distance..then she just just hella staring!! So i can't take..I walk over to her... and I'm like "Uh, do we know each other"...and she goes" No, not yet, but you over there looking hella good...so whats up"...I can't believe it, it was the last thing I was expecti...

So after I got off of work on my birthday, I instantly went through my hood to see who could I tell it was my birthday (lol, j/k...but not really). As I am driving...some guy is approaching me in his car. He instantly flags me down. So I'm thinking he must know me (I know, you all are thinking...you know that was trying to get at you...but I didn't think that because I didn't even think he saw me because of how fast he was driving) So I stop...then he was like whats up lil mama...I'm like nothing...he instantly pulls out a swisher and he is like "Yea, you need to pull over, roll these trees, and lets put something in the air for my birthday"...LOL...I'm like "its my birthday too" LOL..So I pulled over and he got out of the car. He was a little chubby guy, not bad looking...but a little grungy (however he was coming from work so it was excusable) I stayed in my car and he approach me. I deny his request for a session...which didn...