...Life...or a sad representation of it

Whoo! I haven't been on in a Coon's age!
How's errbody doin? (now that that's out the way)

I left off awaiting the end of my time knowing Derrick so I could come back and tell the sorted tale. Derrick & I had our time and we actually still (randomly) speak.

It seems as though he only contacts me with trivial things...asking me if I knew the name of a movie or if I know anyone who needs some "trees". WTF?! Really?

After all he put me through, all the stupidity (on my part too) and all the just...ugh... This is what it's come down to? Random ass trivial questions?

Derrick was nice, he way everything that I thought that I wanted in someone. Turns out he was everything I wanted in someone who I could later blog about. Ha Ha

Surprisingly, Mohammed contacted me afer being release from jail. Now after all that foolishness that we went through, my only question was "why"? After all these months, I actually processed him to be a memory of what NOT to fall for (nor talk to) and put him on the "omg...no" chapter of the book "Kee's (disasters)" and went on with my sorted life.
But back to the asking of why:

Me - "why call me?"

Him - "I missed you"

Me- "You missed me?"

Him - "Yea...plus that **** is good"

Me - "wow...leave my house"

Lovely, isn't it? Such a way with words?

Did you read where he wooed me? Oh! Awesome!

I could go on and on with tales and trouble from Derrick & Mohammed but I digress..,.

Missed you Bloggie!!!

...and I don't need to hook for this shit

It's been a minute since I've ranted, and I think that my past week's experiences are well worth sharing with random people I don't know.

A few months ago I met this man, *Mohammed. Now he and I have be talking for a while. Off the bat he told me that he lived with his ex and they were parting ways once the lease was over in 3 months. I respected that honesty, I mean most men now a days like to forget shit that will come out later. Anyway, because he was willing to say that, I was willing to give him what I like to call, time of day. We began talking daily, meeting up once I got of off work, and just chilling with one another. I mean I want to say I let my guard down and really began to feel this man. We were vibing on a whole other level.
Until...
One late night/early morning (i get off work @ 2:30am) I was supposed to go pick up Muhammed and go to Wal*Mart for my random Kee needs. As I was pulling out of the parking lot there was a call from a number I didn't know at 2:35am. Who is it? Muhammed's ex calling my phone asking for him. (WHAT!?) Now I'm a real relaxed gal, don't take to much to heart but a female calling for a man on my phone? Unless she's a relative or a hiring manager wtf is she doing calling me?? This started a night of constant calls, texts and voice mails. All this just to talk to Mohammed? Are you crazy? Do you realize that you're calling another woman about your ex? Anyway, I tried to dismiss it and give him a second chance. What did the second chance show? NOTHING! Now I've left out alot of drama, mainly because most people don't want to read too long.
Two weeks ago, I decided to leave Mohammed alone. Today a girl calls me asking for some variation of my name. I told her she had the wrong number, then she said "Oh, I'm calling for Mohammed"...you still have the wrong number!! We hang up and about 45 seconds later, the same number calls but who's voice is on the phone? Mohammed. I swear, I thought that I was out of school. I'm a cool 23 year old young woman, he's almost 30, his pseudo ex is in her 40's. Why do I get the dramatics?

Well this is my synopsis of my knowing Mohammed. Stay tuned for the current saga I'm in with, let's call him *Derrick...

*names changed to protect privacy (plus it's a small ass world man!)

Confronted

So I've been chilling with this guy who live a good way from me.
He has no car, no job, lives @ home...the usual for a person his age.
Not having a car, I understand (I heard you need one of those damn licenses anyway) that.
Not having a job, at this point in time in this economy, that is another thing I can look past.
And being at home I feel is the sum of the previous circumstances.

That being said, I like him. I do. He's the only man I've met that actually steps to me. He "puts me in my place" well, at least he tries. I've never met someone who told me to "shut the fuck up" and it turned me on so damn much. Now I've been driving up there to see him for almost a month. Each time I go, I'm footing whatever the bill may be.

Now when we first met he made it clear that he wasn't looking for girlfriend. That's fine because 1) I'm not the "girlfriend" type & 2) I wasn't looking for a man. So from then on we did whatever we did...or biz

Fast forward to now...last night to be exact
He tells me that there's this other girl and that tonight (last night) is a test. To see who he should really focus on. Now I'm not gonna change my demeanor just because you tell me that. Either you like me or you're just into me. Plain and simple.

For now...I'm going to stop this rant, mainly time constraints. But I need to fully vent so there will be a part deux....

Completely clothed, yet scantily clad

Being the resplendent plus sized gal that I am the summer poses a problem. Today for instance, it's my day to hang out with one of my friends (who is male) on a completely platonic, let's go random places type chill. Now with the weather forecast calling for semi-hellish temperatures, my wardrobe faces a problem.

Now we call know that the hotter it gets, the dresses turn to skirts, skirts to mini-skirts, Capri's turn to shorts and now a days, the shorts turn to just enough fabric for it not to be indecent exposure.

Getting back to this morning, I took out several shirts. All of them being summer heat appropriate. The real battle was trying to find a shirt that didn't let the girls show too much. Why is it that the more fabric that is purchased the designer must think that we want out breast hanging out?

Anyway, I try on a cute halter with beading along the neckline that ties behind my neck. No...too much boobage. I grumble about my breast while removing the halter.
I go for a classic white tee, very "american woman" of me. Alas, it has a hole in it...(where the hell did that come from?!) Instantly...nope
It's too damn hot to rock the usual black tee that I would.

Seeing as though I already know I'm not for anything other than my Dickies today, I throw on a shirt that is 3/4 sleeves and airy to beat the poetienal heat and the upcoming perspiration from the gals...Only problem...boob city.

So...what did I wind up wearing? A dangerously low cut top, jeans, & my year old flip flops.
Great...I try to dress size and age appropriate but the designers have one-upped me again (curse you Ashley Stewart desginer person who's probably like a 8)

...But tommorrow is a new day...and laundry day! Victory shall be mine!

What's done in the dark...

Always comes to light.

Serendipity, I believe in.

Random chance meetings? Yes, I do feel as there is nothing done "random" in life. Someone may be quietly introduced to your life. There to incubate for a moment if you will, you don't know how long the gestation is but when it's time...damn..it's so time.

A little over a year ago I met two people on the same day...March 22nd of 2008. One of them has become a great friend the other, someone I randomly caught online and chatted with. Until tonight...she has been the missing link that I have yearned for for closure on a certain subject.

Unbeknown (*m.i.p) to us, we were the "other" person that we were searching for. How awesome is serendipity and karma? These two little ladies did the damn thing! Whoo! Now, I feel as though I've made what is going to be a great friend and completely extinguished any feelings I had toward a person. Awesome...rific

*M.I.P - Made It Up