What's up with men wanting to "see you," meaning, "I want to come over?" Whatever happened to, "Can I take you out?" I mean really? Why should I let you come over to my house? Here's the deal, I can see if we were dating or if you were my man or something but if you: 1. Have never taken me out several times and 2. Not my man, there is no reason for you to come "see me".
Men kill me now a days, wanting to "see me" No, your ass can not come over here and wear out my damn couch, relax under my central air, watch the cable that I pay for and eat my food and drink my drink. HELL NO!! Then, most men don't even have the decency to ask, "Can I bring you something," if you do allow them to come over. Where they do that at?
They say, "You live and you learn" and one thing that I have learned is that I CAN NOT DO BULLSHIT! Call it what you want, but I will be damned if a man who claims to be interested in me thinks he can just sit up at my house and not contribute to anything. It costs to sit up over here, Partner. Trust me on that one!
Since I am on the topic of shit that pisses me off about men, don't call me and the first thing out of your mouth is, "What's up?" "The rent and these bills, Fool. That's what's up. How much you got on it?" Let's see how long the conversation lasts after that.
I know those of you who don't know me are probably thinking that I am crazy or have lost my damn mind; while my friends know that this is me being me. I am sure that I will receive plenty of calls from male friends who will read this post and want to talk shit. Let me stop those of you BEFORE you make that phone call, take me out of character and have your feeling hurt...It's like this. Even if you are not my man, but trying to become my man, you need to step up to the plate. I have someone to take care of, I will not take care of you. Meaning, if you have not contributed to groceries or bought any; no I can not cook for you, give you a drink, a snack or anything else. PERIOD! I am doing this over here by myself. I will not be sharing with you, if you have not "shared" with me. You have to come to table, ready to play and I don't play with kids.
So, if this post offended anyone...you already know what I am going to say about that... As my mother would say, "I'm just stacking it straight!"