{He has nothing to do with this post. he's just fine..and i wanted to look at him. that is all}
Back to our regularly scheduled program:
I am so confused.
Forget that.
I'm lost...I don't get it. What-the-hell-is going-on?
As of late, I can't seem to shake the o.m.s., you know the old man swag. Every other day there seems to be some "man" between the ages of 28-35 approaching me. I find myself looking in the mirror more to see if something has changed, nope still the same.
Maybe it's the area I work in, there are lots of successful older black men around who seem to want a PYT {Yes JP I'm still a PYT} on there are arm. It's almost disgusting. I'm sure there are plenty of successful 30+ women who would love to date someone of their caliber and age.
Now don't get me wrong, Q is an older man and he's great. Although our differences can sometimes be obvious and annoying I still like him all the same, but he's where I draw the line. It's as if these o.m.s. can smell that I'm dating someone older...they're preying on me.
Yesterday...
I bounced out of work [early-smh] to go get my hair done [down the street] at my God-Mother's salon. My uncle [her brother] stood in the long driveway watching me pull up. He glanced at his watch and looked at me like I had 4 eyes, "you just bounced outta work huh, dag on shame" he yelled at me as he walked back into the salon. I gave him a look like I know you're not talking.
Three of my godbrothers and my little godsister were playing in the yard [mind you they're all under the age of 10 and hyperactive].
"Sweetheart, sweetheart" they yelled jumping all over me and my still unwrinkled dress. I gave them a big hug and promised I'd be back outside later to play with them.
"SweetHeart!" This time someone I didn't really care for was yelling my name like I was her best friend. I gave her a phoney smile [you know the kind where you don't show your teeth] and waved my hand. "Girl, I have a surprise for you" she said, "I'm so glad you're here." Mind you this is a grown ass woman [30+] who still dresses like she's 16.
I nodded my head, kissed my Godmother and went around the salon to say my hellos.
20 minutes later....that "woman" calls my name again. "Someones out front to see you," she says smiling way to hard. Out of curiosity I go outside and notice a big black Navigator sitting in the drive way. The window rolls down and it's a familiar face.
Him: Hey pretty lady, you remember me?
Me: Yea, I think so, you were at that cookout, right?
Him: Yep, that was me. I haven't been able to get you off of my mind since that day
Me: Um. that was two months ago.
Him: I know right...it's been a long two months girl.
Me: Well it was nice seeing you again (I start slowly backing away from the car)
Him: Wait..wait..come back!! I just want to talk to you for a second..dag.
Me: Look I'm not trying to be rude, but you're way to old for me.
Him: Girl, I'm only 35. You acting like I'm John McCain or something.
::I laugh..hard::
Me: I'm not dating right now...sorry. [yea I lied]
Him: Who says I want to date..I just want to be your friend..take you out..
::crickets::
The radio is playing in the background and T.I.'s "Whatever you like" comes on, mind you I'm still trying to back away from the car.
Him:You like this song..Whatevvvvvvvvver you like..yeaaaaaaaa...
::he then proceeds to point at me and starts singing the full chorus:: My mouth drops open and I look both ways to make sure no one is watching this..this..this fool embarrass himself.
Me: Well I have to go.
I start walking [running] back into the salon.
Him: Waitttttttt you didn't get my num-
The salon door closes before he can finish his sentence, I give that "woman" the side eye and make my way out back to play with the kids.
"Who was that old man?" the youngest one ask me.
"Nobody sweetie, nobody at all."
Forget that.
I'm lost...I don't get it. What-the-hell-is going-on?
As of late, I can't seem to shake the o.m.s., you know the old man swag. Every other day there seems to be some "man" between the ages of 28-35 approaching me. I find myself looking in the mirror more to see if something has changed, nope still the same.
Maybe it's the area I work in, there are lots of successful older black men around who seem to want a PYT {Yes JP I'm still a PYT} on there are arm. It's almost disgusting. I'm sure there are plenty of successful 30+ women who would love to date someone of their caliber and age.
Now don't get me wrong, Q is an older man and he's great. Although our differences can sometimes be obvious and annoying I still like him all the same, but he's where I draw the line. It's as if these o.m.s. can smell that I'm dating someone older...they're preying on me.
Yesterday...
I bounced out of work [early-smh] to go get my hair done [down the street] at my God-Mother's salon. My uncle [her brother] stood in the long driveway watching me pull up. He glanced at his watch and looked at me like I had 4 eyes, "you just bounced outta work huh, dag on shame" he yelled at me as he walked back into the salon. I gave him a look like I know you're not talking.
Three of my godbrothers and my little godsister were playing in the yard [mind you they're all under the age of 10 and hyperactive].
"Sweetheart, sweetheart" they yelled jumping all over me and my still unwrinkled dress. I gave them a big hug and promised I'd be back outside later to play with them.
"SweetHeart!" This time someone I didn't really care for was yelling my name like I was her best friend. I gave her a phoney smile [you know the kind where you don't show your teeth] and waved my hand. "Girl, I have a surprise for you" she said, "I'm so glad you're here." Mind you this is a grown ass woman [30+] who still dresses like she's 16.
I nodded my head, kissed my Godmother and went around the salon to say my hellos.
20 minutes later....that "woman" calls my name again. "Someones out front to see you," she says smiling way to hard. Out of curiosity I go outside and notice a big black Navigator sitting in the drive way. The window rolls down and it's a familiar face.
Him: Hey pretty lady, you remember me?
Me: Yea, I think so, you were at that cookout, right?
Him: Yep, that was me. I haven't been able to get you off of my mind since that day
Me: Um. that was two months ago.
Him: I know right...it's been a long two months girl.
Me: Well it was nice seeing you again (I start slowly backing away from the car)
Him: Wait..wait..come back!! I just want to talk to you for a second..dag.
Me: Look I'm not trying to be rude, but you're way to old for me.
Him: Girl, I'm only 35. You acting like I'm John McCain or something.
::I laugh..hard::
Me: I'm not dating right now...sorry. [yea I lied]
Him: Who says I want to date..I just want to be your friend..take you out..
::crickets::
The radio is playing in the background and T.I.'s "Whatever you like" comes on, mind you I'm still trying to back away from the car.
Him:You like this song..Whatevvvvvvvvver you like..yeaaaaaaaa...
::he then proceeds to point at me and starts singing the full chorus:: My mouth drops open and I look both ways to make sure no one is watching this..this..this fool embarrass himself.
Me: Well I have to go.
I start walking [running] back into the salon.
Him: Waitttttttt you didn't get my num-
The salon door closes before he can finish his sentence, I give that "woman" the side eye and make my way out back to play with the kids.
"Who was that old man?" the youngest one ask me.
"Nobody sweetie, nobody at all."
13 comments:
LMAO!! So mad he was singing TI
1) This dude is an ANIMAL for singing the whole chorus...so ridiculous yet I somehow mess with it.
"STACKS ON DECK...PATRON ON ICE..."
2) P.Y.T. - (pee-why-tee) - A young girl/woman, ranging from above average cuteness to undeniable attractiveness, usually of age 17 to 22. Once a man reaches the age of 30, the P.Y.T. age for that individual extends to 24. When he reaches age 35, P.Y.T. status extends to women of age 26 or younger. A woman over 26 is never eligible to be a P.Y.T. If a 50 year old man meets a 27-year old woman, please see, Goldigger.
(e.g., I am 24. A 23 year old girl is NOT a P.Y.T.)
I don't make [all] the rules mama. I just live by them.
- JP
i can soooo picture this. Hilarious! And you're a PYT in my book bay bay
-Mike
HAHAHAHAHA! What an idiot
lol at John McCain
reallllllllllllly with the Lance Gross pic?/ lmao. He is fine tho. Great story!
I'm just mad i'm no longer a PYT... ahhh, guess life goes on...
This dude is a clown..lmao. and LMAO at JP's PYT breakdown.
damn Lance is fine!
OMG so I'm not a PYT BECAUSE IM 23. boooooooooooo
LMAO Mia i love your blog!
A guy that says I'm "only" 35 to a woman that is clearly more than a decade younger is questionable to say the least. He was entertaining but scram already lol. This all reminds of a day when a man approached me,asked my name and age. When I responded did the Tiger Woods Yes! As if he just hit a hole-in-one. I'm 23 so was curious why he was so excited until he said he usually messes with girls 18-20. Meanwhile this guy was 36, doing the kick push on a scooter and my height. Like C'mon. Sorry I digress. All I'm saying is sometimes a man can notice the maturity in a woman slightly younger than him... And other times... They're just desparate.
lmao at the pyt breakdown
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