This is yo' life, nigga!

I had an ok weekend. I went to a club Friday night and had an ok time. I spent more money than I anticipated but that's ok...I'm a baller, son!

So I met this guy in the club which is the worse place to conversate. He was a pretty big guy- not in a good way- in a chubby sweaty sort of way. His shirt is all soaked from god knows what and he wants to be right up on me so I can hear him talk about his many talents.

No. He wasn't talking sexual, apparently he's the manager of the building - not the club. He says he graduated with a degree in business finance and currently working on his masters.

He went on to say that he is also head of the union - for nightclub owners I suppose? This man wears many hats.

Yeah right.

One of the first things he says to me is that he has a girlfriend and that he's not trying to hit on me. He just like to socialize.

He followed me and my friend around the club and when he saw that we were about to leave he asks me for my phone number. Hmmmm.

I said, "I don't give my phone number to guys who have girlfriends."

His response was that he was only looking for friendly conversation so can I take his number.

I said, "I don't take numbers from guys who have girlfriends."

That pretty much shut him up.

I'm glad I was able to escape this pathological liar because he was starting to scare me.

It was a cool night so I decided to wear a mid length jacket over my skimpy outfit. However, the club was like 108 millimeters farenheit so I was hot as hell. It was torture!! Why didn't I just take off my jacket, you ask? My skirt was super short and I wasn't wearing any panties : )

Anyway, I haven't written much in a while because I just started this new position at work and subsequently my hours have dramatically changed. I think better in the afternoon and I just don't have that free time anymore. I just hope I don't get writers block because this is my therapy folks. Keep leaving comments ok let me know you're still out there!