A Date With A Dead Conscience
Sitting across the table from you I see that time was wasted. Instead of taking the time out to have a conversation regarding anything you seem to be glued to your iPhone. This is not what a date is suppose to be, and those who have real manners and who are down with reality know this. Before this date is over I would like to tell you that you are as insecure as Issa. Is this a joke? Hell no. I'm I serious? As a heart attack. Whether you like it or not is totally up to you.
You can forget your obsession with Apple technology for just a second. We'll start with your outfit. The shirt and sweater was cool but those pants, my lord. On the first date loosely ripped jeans are and should be a no-no. Life itself is a big game and if you are to win at this game you must obtain the right attitude in order to play effectively (just a minor note).
Nobody can speak for me. My taper fade is freshly cut. Underneath my black slacks and blazer is a purple dress shirt with an open collar. If you wan to know what brand of shoe I was wearing those were Oxfords (laceless). You probably want to know my profession at this point huh? Darling I have multiple career's, some considered positive and some considered negative. My dollars are limitless with more than two bank accounts to be exact.
I see that you never took any interest. A black lily best describes you as a person. Just put your race to the side for a second and you'll see the comparison more clearer. By looking at your physic any man in the world would be a fool to not admire you. Sadly you just aren't the one for me.
You love that phone don't cha miss thing? The likelihood of you caring is zero to none. That's ok because you may be laughing now, but you'll sure be crying later.
Seeing you get up to fix yourself up and I see beauty and strength, but do you see it? I see not just a potential booty call but a person with deep creativity and sharp demeanor. Sadly you don't see this either. Surprisingly I can admit that you are a natural, a one in a million but your morals are all twisted.
To avoid getting the shit smacked out of me I'll keep all this to myself.
Once we were finished "mingling" (or at least trying to) you gave me a hug. Oh, please don't pull out your credit card I'll be glad to pay for our meals (in cash). As I said before your a beautiful young lady with creativity and potential. My only hope for you is to wake up out of your slumber.
huhhh! Deeper down the rabbit hole you go.
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