if you follow me on twitter you already know i had a sexy young thang come through this past weekend. aka my chick. anyway, we're sitting around chilling. and guess who calls. my cougar.
so i ignore it. not because i'm afraid to talk to my cougar around my chick, but because i didn't recognize the number. and if any of you know me outside of here...yall know the fastest way to get ignored is to call my phone private, unknown, or from someone else's phone. point blank, if your # isn't in my phone under a name i recognize..nada.
so....i get this call. and most of my folks know not to bother me when i'm trying to get my sexy sexy on. so i check the voicemail, and it's her. so i play it for my chick..so she don't think no funny business is going on. cause you know how yall chicks get mad if a dude don't answer his phone in front of you. even if they know your mama's ring tone, it's like.."why don't you answer?". even tho their shit stay on vibrate...hmm...lol
anyway, back to the cougar. so her message is saying, "she just calling to see what's up...blah blah blah, call her back". so i'm like cool. next day we're laying in the bed watching tv, & who calls? come on..yall already know. so now my chick who previously ain't care about this cougar is getting a little "wtfish" on me. and i'm like...i told you she be calling me like that. so anyway (yes i am using a ridiculous amount of anyways..) next day she calls and invites me out to a function. and i tell my chick and now she's all giving me the..."you better not go..." tone. not that she's said it. but it's that..."you better not go". but it's like...it was all good when i was her errand boy and she was side cheek/lip kissing me. now that you witness the cougar stalking yourself, you believe me now. now what? do i go with my cougar. do i turn her down cause of my chick now being a little suspicious. or do i continue to walk like a blind man down an isolated mountain afraid of a cougar attack on one side & my chick going all "Snapped" on the other?...
i told yall this cougar shit was gonna be trouble . . .