Ted and Oprah

I'm certain people saw Ted and Oprah today. I want your thoughts.

Forbidden Fruit

I had my suspicion when we first met, but I chose to dismiss it.
However, you gave me every sign of a curious church boy.
You gave me confirmation by talking about ex-girlfriends and getting married.
You further confirmed it by calling me at 1 am two days later.
I had become your forbidden fruit.
Everything in your fiber want to resist, but you were drawn away and enticed by your own lust.
A lust that you wish you didn't have.
Lust that would make you jump in your car and drive over here to satisfy it.
Satisfaction it typically what you received.
You like the pleasure, pain, and taste of it.
It makes you moan and say words you typically wouldn't say
After lust has been conceived it kills you with guilt and shame
You shun your lust and thoughts on how it's drawn to me.

What?!

Has the penis hindered any of your relationships? I went out with some friends the other day and I became like a television host. Throwing out questions to get a consensus amongst the group. One of my questions were, what do you find to be the most challenging aspect in a relationship? A few people said communication. People not being honest about their intentions and not knowing how to communication their feeling. Then, out of nowhere someone said sex. I thought that was interesting, so I decided to probe more. Plan B goes into this rant about him being a top and how he keeps running into guys who he likes, but they are versatile. Everyone begins to sound off about this topic. Myself and another guy thought being versatile was fine, but everyone else was adamantly against it. To sum it all up, they thought it was confusion. The conversation revealed a lot about people thought process. I thought having the topic bottom/top complex caused a lot of problems with relationships roles. Tops are dominant (men) and the bottoms are submissive (women)...foolishness. You are both men! I have a preference, but I also believe all d*cks are created equal and they have a right to be used. Granted, that statement my come across a little hypocritical because I never let anyone use theirs on me, but I do believe in compromise, so it all works out.

Plan B gets down right ignorant during some parts of the conversation. He is trying to model his homosexual relationship after a heterosexual relationship. I yell out PROBLEM! This is not a heterosexual relationship and it doesn't work for them either, so why use a defective model. Then, he goes and insults dudes he has been talking to. "I don't know why they would want to be on top of anybody anyway. Their d*cks ain't that big. All they are good for is getting f*cked." At this point, I was like is this mfer for real. I couldn't believe he would dog these guys like that and it revealed a lot about his character to me. I was so blown that I pulled back from the conversation all together. Just to note, if I wanted to f*ck, I could have per his words, but lately he has been on this alpha male sh*t. I can't even handle it. I'm definitely distancing myself for him in 2008. The hindrance in this a lot of my associate are my associates through him, but I'll find away to navigate through that. Anyway, give me you feedback on the relationship question and this whole top/bottom.

like a dream

So, I had my first sexual dream involving a man. I don't know what triggered the dream. Maybe, because I decided to shut down my "me time". Yeah, I'm kinda over the self love thing, for now at least. I didn't have intercourse in the dream. However, the dream was very visual. I'm definitely giving you guys way more than you desire to know, so I'm done.

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Truthfully

The truth is I’m a little gloomy and mad. My love life has been less than lack luster. Hell, it’s non-existent, which makes me feel kinda sad. You begin to wonder, am I going to be alone? I haven't had a substantial relationship and I've been here almost a quarter of a century. Everyone needs to feel that type of security/validation from time to time. It’s more than someone giving you a passing compliment. Someone feeling you’re intriguing enough to invest time in you. Someone spending their time with you is more important than anything. Time is something you can never regain, so for someone to invest a priceless commodity in you is the greatest compliment. I’m mad, because I’m the shit and I’m not getting any play. Sounds cocky, but that’s how I feel.

Now, let me take ownership of the lack of activity in my love life (I hear my roomie shouting your single because you want to be). I don’t know if I’m ready. Am I seriously ready to have my first male-to-male relationship? In real time, I don’t give men permission to approach me in a sexual neutral place (i.e. the mall, grocery store). I do this half of the time subconsciously. Then, there is this struggle with religion and sexuality. No, I’m not one of those church bois (God hates me b/c I’m gay). I’m going to break up with you every other week. I like to challenge those types, but I can’t deny how that part of my life influences not only this portion of my life, but my life in general. I absolutely refuse to talk to any women now. I wouldn’t take a woman to any of this, so I’m just stuck in the middle of nothingness.

Frustrated

My girl, Jill says it best on “I wanna be loved”

Sidenote: I think I’ve lost another associate because of me not giving it up. I guess I should have known they rolled in the same circle. Now I have like two associates here and my roomie…this is some crap! Speaking of roomie...that's another post, but you guys know he was on a time line.

What's up with that d*ck?

Playing~"Just Mary"-Mary J. Blige

You know, I'm sick of f*cking. Well, not actually doing it, but the pursuit of it. I haven't even done it yet and I'm over it. Stop asking me about it...NO, NO, NO. It will not work!!! I can't be your friend and f*ck you too. I need to keep the few friends I've met up here. I don't understand what door I've open up, but I need to close it. Starting last month(September) I've been hit with crazy propositions and I'm over it! I can't get a decent conversation, but people can talk and text me about my chico stick. Maybe, I'm old fashion, but I just can't do the random sex thing. I wish I could, but somehow I always end up feeling cheap. After my two minor sexual encounters with the boys I felt some kinda way about it. Does anyone want to date anymore? Jesus.

Wishing to be an A sexual,

Life

Playing~"addicted"-Amy Winehouse

Get Real

"My Love"-Jill Scott

I just finish watching a movie called Get Real on Logo. It's a tale of two young men who become attracted to each other. One is a shy guy who is sure of his sexuality and the other is a jock who is confused about the whole thing. I was completely attentive to this movie. It tells the story that so many of us have experienced. All of us have played the role of the jock and/or the shy guy (I've been both) at some point or another. Most of us were the shy guy and we fell for the jock. The guy who nobody suspected and he trusted us to keep it that way. Typically, we find ourselves in this situation between adolescence and early adulthood. Sigh, the things we put up with for moments with our jock. This movie made me go back to a place I rarely visit. I thought to myself I've been there, have you?

catching you up

This post is old news, but I want to address these events anyway.

• First, the power of the penis. Alexis may have a point in her crazy bantering. Let’s address the guy in the parking lot. I talked to this guy at most 30 mins. and he was trying to have sex with me in the parking lot (well, in his car). I leave after I received a brotherly hug, which turned out to be a ploy to massage my penis and lick me on the neck. I’m laughing and shocked at this point. He was persistent all throughout the night via text message, but I finally had to admit to him….I’m not that kinda guy, sorry. Second incident that proves the penis has power. I’ve known this person (who I’ll call BB) for about 5 months and we never paid each other much attention. Well, I go to this dinner party last week and he’s there (sidenote I met him through Plan B, which is an issue for me). I get to the party last min. just enough to speak and take pictures. Around 4 am I get a text from BB and to make a long story short it came down to I saw your print and I think we should mess around. Once again, I kinda let the opportunity pass because I’m not that guy. Plus, I’ve never been with a guy before and I don’t want my first time to some fling…yuck. All of these options are tempting, but I can’t allow myself to go there.
• What are you thoughts on domestic violence (male-on-male)? One person is quite antagonizing and the other person typically just takes whatever the other dishes out, but ever so often (like every couple of years) they respond and it’s violent. They’re somewhat equally balanced with stature, but one person can fight much better. The person who attacked knows they were wrong and feels bad, but what blows me is the person who lost considerably in the fight took a lot of the blame. I get that he's the antagonizer, but darn.
• I moved recently and when I tell you I had drama. The apartment complex didn’t have my apartment ready and decided to tell me the day before. They tried to do a quick fix—didn’t work. One day later we couldn’t take it anymore and go off. They called the police on my mother, but they did move me after she went crazy. Then, they decided not to pay for all of the expenses they caused. I lose it. Everything is alright now, but I haven’t received any justice. The corporate office refuses to call me and I refuse to talk to anyone in the office at this point.
• I didn’t experience pride in its fullness, but I did do some parking lot pimpin’…lol. I already told you about Friday night. Saturday night wasn't as eventful, but I have some notes.
• It’s not about how attractive you are. The most important thing is appearing available and approachable. Some really cute guys never were approached, but some not so cute guys were being hollered at left and right.
• These men are full sh*t. They say all types of crap. They find something about you that’s better than average and they just compliment you until you walk away and someone else comes by. Thus, you don’t take any of the compliments seriously.
• I’m a bit concern about people trying to sleep with you so soon. I wanted to ask two people what’s my name?
• I wish I would have ran into some bloggers. Thatdude and I met up briefly. He’s a very funny guy. Everyone should meet him
• Sidenote funny: I leave to shower Friday night and my mother is there. I come out she says you have a new text message. I'm like really ( a little nervous, because she has my phone in her hand) I check the phone no new message, but the last message is "I want that d*ck". Lesson to be learned...put a security code on your phone. If you want your mother to keep her bumper stick "my child is an honor roll student" view of you. Also, cut your phone off, so people when people call you at 4 and 5 in the morning you don't look like a whore.
  

Who made these rules?

Being gay can be a little too complicated. There are too many rules for the gays. My Lord! You need to be like this and not be like that. Tops don’t dance like that. Bottoms don’t approach men or they shouldn’t. Who made all of these rules? I mean it’s deeply entrenched in the culture. Secondly, what’s up with the sex rules? We all were on the phone one night and we were discussing tops/bottom, etc. One person busted out with versatile men are confused. WHAT?! Was my response along with the other friend. “That is confusion and I’m not confused.” I completely disagree. I think it depends on how the person makes you feel. I'm just a stronger believer in using your penis. It deserves to be treated. Granted, I haven’t had sex with a man, so I’m just speaking from the top of my head. What do you guys think about all of these rules?

Can you love two people at the same time?

I won't tell your secret

Playing "Is this the way love feels"-Chrisette Michele

I couldn't date anyone in the closet. I don't know if I'm too vain, but I refuse to be set aside when certain people are around. Granted, I'm in the closet myself, but I couldn't date someone who was. Double standard....YES IT IS! I was out with Plan B, a few of the regular attendees, and two of his frat brothers from out of town. His "friend" was included in the entourage. He gave him little to nothing. Hell, he gave me more than he gave him. He didn't smile at him or anything. He did come over a speak, but that's about it. I was pissed about it. I couldn't believe he treated him second rate just that quick. He never gives him a lot, but darn. I at least received some conversion and the occasional "smile for me", which made me a little uncomfortable, because your FREAKIN' "friend" is here. Now, I don't know how I would act if my brothers came into town, but I feel like if I'm in a relationship with someone I would be out by then. I've been trying to give Plan B some space, because I really think he should focus on his relationship or whatever it is. He thinks that's really ridiculous, but everyone agrees with me. He seems a little too close to me.

All that being said, this post is about coming out. Most people who I know aren't out. Some feel like it's an open secret ("life, everyone knows I like boys"). Others have told their families and some friends. However, I don't know anyone who is just out all the way around. One it's kinda understood. Some of them have live ins and all, which blows me. Plan B and I have had several discussions about coming out. He just can't come out. Honestly, he is one of the most out closeted people I know. He has a big ol' professional picture of him and his ex in his house. A solo picture of the ex in the living. I'm like are u mfers blind. HE'S A GAY! Of course, everyone thinks that's his best friend. I don't think I own a picture of my best friend. He felt like nobody knew he was a gay outside of the gay friends he had. I had to break it down to him. Anyone who really knows you, already knows your gay. They may not want to admit it or desire to talk about, but they know. Years ago, his mother made it quite clear she would disown him if he was. You guys already have read what my mother would do/say. If she asked me was I gay today. I would answer just like this "are you trying to see if I find men attractive?" "If so, yes" and I would let it play out from there. There is not much to tell, because I haven't "known"/dated/"talked" to a man, so there is not a lot to tell her, but I feel confident that I would tell her if she asked. Anyway, I have quite a bit to say on this topic, but I'll revisit it later.

Faith vs. Flesh

"Won't go home without you"-Maroon 5

Trying to mediate your spiritual beliefs and your reality is a challenge we all face. We struggle to give thanks when it appears there is nothing to give thanks for. We struggle to deny ourselves to please a God we’ve never seen. If you don’t…tell me the secret, please!!!! A blogger asked me about my views on homosexuality, because it appeared that I had this strict religious background. I think over the past few months my views have changed quite a bit. Moving here seemed to expedite my point of view on God and Homosexuality. Years ago, I felt it was the worst curse you could receive from God. It’s one thing to deny yourself the things of this world, but it’s another thing for you to deny a piece of you. Since I can recall I’ve had something for boys. I didn’t understand what it was, but I knew it made me different. For a few years, I thought I was “delivered” from it. During those years I can only recalled a few isolated incidents when I felt that thing for boys. I definitely believe in the scripture “according to your faith be it unto you” and at that time I believed I was delivered, so I was. However, I think I always knew it was there. I think I just had starved it so much it was never in the fore front.

Now, I feel like it’s nothing I decided and trust I wouldn’t have chosen this. I’m at peace with it. My spirit is not contrite about the issue anymore. Yes, somedays I have moments of sadness regarding my sexuality and a part of me still feels like me getting my life right means getting rid of boys. I think that’s why I’m not out when it comes to my sexuality. I don’t go to “gay” events and I’m not very responsive when men give me a little extra attention (hhmm..maybe this is why I’m single). There is always that thought of if I ever married a women how would I explain this to her or I wouldn’t want someone to think I’m a hypocrite for talking to men and claiming to love God. Whether me feeling comfortable with me being with men is right or wrong I don’t know. I just know this is where I am and my life the way it is.

Playing~Better that we break"-Maroon 5

complex simplicity

Oh what a mess I've created. Plan B and I have taken a turn for the worse. Things went way further than they should have (everything is still intact...I dididn't let it go that far, but I let it..). I'm realizing his frustration with me. He can't express his like towards me. For example, he acts like he supports me talking to boys, but omg if my phone rings late night or something like that. “What nigga is calling you this late?” Then, he turns it around when he realize he sounds jealous and says something like “it’s about time you talk to someone.” When he ask me sexual question I try to play innocent or keep things in the friend lane. He blows up (I mean really goes off. I have to excuse myself off the phone to save his feelings)! I feel weird because I want to give him what he wants, but not if he wants more than my friendship. If he would just come out and say what he wants from me that would help out immensely. I've decided, I'm going to ask him. I’m starting to feel like he is really not worth the effort. He is a cool person and enjoy him when this attraction thing is not an issue. Plus, I recently found out his friend is an associate of mine (nothing serious we hang out in a group, but I don't know him really…but still).

Does anyone plan on seeing Rahbi this weekend? He is going to be at Sugar Hill. I'll be there for sure! I'm sure everyone is having visitors from out of town this coming weekend...lol. I didn't realize why one of my friends always wanted to come and visit during those 3 day weekends. I thought he was coming to catch up with me, but I quickly realize why and that I was just a place to crash.

I have been vibing on Jill Scott (the experience…put it in your rotation again). Oh, Erykah is my help as well.

Women are filthy! They talk about men so badly…I was shocked. I had no I deal they talked about sex and rated guys they way that they do. It’s awful

Like this

Playing in the atmosphere-"you should have know better~Monica

So, this weekend I went to my first party in the A. I was thoroughly surprise to find out that this was an all boy party (my first). One, the guy who invited us to the party is straight (supposedly). Two, one friend (Plan B) is big on discretion (supposedly). They drove me to the party and some kinda way left that out. We came pretty early, so I didn't pay much attention to the crowd. However, my first clue came when "Don't cha" came on. I leaned over to my friend and told him "I didn't expect to hear that at this party". We were in the hood, so I was kinda caught off guard. My friend still didn't say what type of party this was. Then, we went to pick someone up and that's when it hit me. Hey, this party is for boys to meet boys. Well, my friend didn't tell me because he knew I would not have been in attendance. He's really trying to make me do some of everything. Plan B declares I haven't experienced anything. I believe in doing things at my own pace. Anyway, I had some observation about the party, which were intriguing. The party was lame by the way. The music killed everything...boo.

1. What is up with the music? How are you suppose to dance to hard core rap? Give me something uptempo, so I can get it poppin'. I did what I could with the music that was provided. I just kept my mean two step game. I was so over it by the 2nd hour. Sidenote: Beyonce makes people move...get me bodied.
   
2. Are people suppose to dance together? VERY few people actually danced with a person.
   
3. Do guys every talk to you? Some people just look at you all night, but never speak. What is that about?
4. What do you think about the folks in drag (I'm referring to the homothugs)?
5. Is it the usual for guys to just stand and watch the whole night? I mean, did you come to just stand with your friends the whole night and talk about people?

Playing-"Believe"~Raheem Devaugh

Don't cha wish your....

Playing~”You should be mine”-Mariah

What’s good? My posts have become less frequent and it’s because of two things (I’m either too busy or I don’t have anything to talk about). Sidenote: I’m going to be better about my grammar on here. Sometimes I come back and read what I wrote and I have that “what in the hell” was I talking about moment. I’ll be missing words, misusing words, etc…

I’m in this situation and I’m trying to figure out where I stand. You know, I met someone (we will call him Plan B) here. Well, he recently revealed he has a “friend”. To be honest, I was kinda shocked. I wasn’t salty, but I was caught off guard. I’m trying to figure does this friend know about me. He has too. Every Friday that I’m off, Plan B and I are eating out with his friends. I’m getting wake up calls in the morning, I’m the lunch date, I’m getting the angry, but cute phone calls/text because I didn’t call him back…you get the point. We are just friends, but my friends finally got me to admit there is something extra going on. “Life, no man calls you and says you are on my mind. How is your day? I asked him “when will I meet your friend” (yeah, I was being messy…lol). I never did get an answer on that. Clearly, this friend of his has nothing on me. If he did, he would not be around me all the time. I’m glad I didn’t really like him. I would have been blown. However, he is growing on me. Now, I’m surprised if I don’t get a call or a text everyday, which rarely happens. He would be a nice little “friend”. What do you guys think about Plan B and this “friend” of his.

Playing “I’ll Be your player”-Trick Daddy

Bad Habit?

Playing~"I'll be your playa"-Trick Daddy

I have a bad habit of being easily bored. With that being said, my little buddy (the one I I wrote about in previous post) has ran out of time. You know, there is one thing with being a little coy, but being outrageously scared is unacceptable. My friends always call me scary. "Boy, you know you're not going to do anything with your scary self." I don't think I'm scary..at the time, I think I was just unsure of what I wanted to do, so I went back and forth with advancement and retreat. I'm definitely not in that place now. I'm ready and I need someone who is too. I'm not ready to plunge in, but I'm definitely ready to walk my way through it.

Back to the story, so the first of two "outings" set for this week was a mess. Like I said, there is no direct expectation to date, which is not what I'm looking for in particular. However, it's become more obvious that the person who introduced us wanted us to hook up. So we met up, do you know this boy tried to recruit everyone to come with him (~4 ppl), which was okay, but I thought I was suppose to "befriend" you. Second, he keeps acting like I don't know he is attracted to me. So he brings all these ppl, which completely takes my interest off of him. It was so bad I met someone else. This girl was like your cute, so we start talking (not with the intentions of hooking up, but your attractive what's your name type of convo.). She introduce to her crew and all (Oh I forgot to mention, she was just a little buzzed). I was thinking in the back of my mind...this is really bad. Anyway, with him being so scary...I'm over it. He has been put on the back burner. He texted me to tell me how much he enjoyed last night...I was like oookkkaaayyy. I'm still going to show up tomorrow for the second "outing", but this is not going anywhere. I'm so close to just calling him out.

Playing~"f*ck you pay me"-Sunny V ft. Young Joc

Day Dreamin'

"Day Dreamin'"-Tamia

Is anyone familiar with Tamia's record "Almost". The gist of the song is someone is having desires/memories/feelings for a relationship that never happen. I'm not dating, but I'm doing something. What it is....I don't know. As of now, it's nothing, but it definitely has some potential. A mutual friend wanted us to meet, which I thought nothing of. This friends thinks he is DL, but he is definitely not fooling me. Because of his "status" and how I thought he viewed me...I didn't think it was one of those..I think y'all would be cute together type of things (still not sure if it is).

We met at a dinner party, but nothing resulted of that. He was really shy. I even told him to contact our mutual friend to get my number. He never did. The mutual friend kept bringing it up. I blew it off. Well, recently I was determine to get out and meet people. Even if I had to do somethings I never do. I contacted him. We talked briefly, but the second time we talked until I had to go to bed. I enjoyed the conversation. Now, I'm stuck trying to figure out is there something extra here or is this person really just being nice to me. Of course, nobody is putting their cards on the table, because that was never established. Second, I'm not sure I'm ready for that (this is my first time entertaining a man..I usually blow them off or avoid it all together).We are going to hang out this week. I called my committee of gays (two friends I have). They keep me in the loop of what's going on in the community. He hasn't done anything in particular (well, random text messages, some borderline flirtatious comments, and the mutual friend prying..are suspect). Both are like there is something, but you will know for sure tonight. Eyes don't lie..pay attention to the eyes. Okay, back to the song...why am I trying to put things together. Like hhmm..how would this work, the future, will I get bored, etc. I'm 3 months ahead and nothing has happen yet. I'm a mess. I'm like this in every arena, so I shouldn't be a surprise.

Edit: I just talked to him and now I'm really confused. More people are being throwin' in the mix for the two days this week. However, I've been invited over whenever he decides to throw down in the kitchen again (this is without ppl) and he wants to come over (that's a no). See the confusion

Homophobia and conversation (Boy, I had a lot to say)

Ever so often, I'm reminded why people keep their sexual preference private. Homophobia (varying in levels) is very real. For example, when someone says your car is gay; there is no doubt, they think your car is wack. Just the word gay has negative connotations...can anyone disagree with me (after that example)? Even though I have never been with a man, but for the mere fact that I find some men attractive (in the uummpphh way..lol) associates me with the homosexuals. I've found, even the gays don't like the gays. I don't get it?!

A page out of my life:
I was not aware that given another male a blatant compliment was an unspoken law amongst men. This law was introduced to me when I was in middle school. Six or seventh grade to be exact. We were all getting in line to get our food out of the cafeteria. And someone thought this dude gave another dude a compliment, which cause him to defend his masculinity for all it was worth. He gets loud and ignorant saying "What? That is so gay. What do I look like giving that man a compliment? Do I look gay?" Apparently, he didn't because that ended the accusation of him giving another guy a compliment. I was standing there observing the whole thing. A question came to my mind, what does giving a compliment to another guy has to do with your sexual orientation? I was a little confused. We do know when someone is ugly, right? Consequently, we know when they are handsome, right? I grew up around mostly women, so I never really paid this any attention, but trust I made a mental note not to compliment anyone of the same sex. I never did before, but I made a conscious decision not to. After all, I didn't want to be accused of being gay. But the question still remains, how does complimenting someone tell you about their sexuality? Women do it all the time. "Girl you look good?" Well, I wasn't asking, but I had a clear understand that your androgen level was definitely called into question if you did.

"Nothing even matters"~Lauryn Hill & D'angelo

Until this day, I don't have a concrete answer of why statements of this nature are so detrimental to your sexual orientation. Again, women give each other compliments all the time. Shoot! They talk about each others @$$es, breast, thighs-you get the point. Rather or not I understand it completely I definitely abide by the rules. You DON'T give blatant compliments. You say something is cool, tight, cold, mean, fresh, fly, whatever. And the compliment is never direct, it's always about an item they have on or that belongs to them. If a guy called another guy fine or something to that effect, I could understand the eyebrows raising (for the most part). That definitely implies something, but does it mean that this person is gay? After reading all these books women are like H-to the YEAH!

I just find male-to-male conversation so interesting. I am a male myself and I'm puzzled from time-to-time. I'm like darn, when did we get this insecure. However, I have been guilty of this myself, so I can't talk too much. However, I'm not like some of these guys. There has been many times when guys say something to or about another male in a complimentary way, but they give like 5 disclaimer concerning that sexuality before they say it (the compliment that is). I find it somewhat puzzling. That makes me question it...what are u so afraid of? So a straight male can become a gay male in an instant if he gives another male a compliment? That's what we are implying essentially. Give me your feedback?

If your curious just ask me h##

Playing~dig a hole"-Jay-z (this my joint...getting my swagger on)

I hate when people try to invite themselves into an area of your life when you haven't invited. It's even worst when they assume something and try to confirm it. I prefer for you to just ask if your that curious, but be careful of what you ask me. I still may go off, because you aren't invited.

There was this young lady who I barely knew in college at the event(see previous post). Of course, she is by herself, so she clings to me like she has known me her whole life. I realize this young lady is subtly trying to figure out if I'm gay, straight, or bi-sexual. The first attempt happen when she asked me about the workshops I would attend. I answer the question, but brush my first assumption off, because it really could be nothing. Then, five minutes later she asked what type of outreach am I going to participate in. I said "IT'S OUTREACH...I'll reach out to whomever needs my help." Then, comes the direct/indirect question...we are at the table view pamphlets and other material. She picks up a pamphlet and it's for homosexual and bi sexual men. She hands it to me like you could help out here. On GP (general principle) I'm suppose to eat her a** up, but she doesn't know me. I'm not offended by the pamphlet, but I am offended that she is fishing. The black guy who was manning the table was waiting on how I was going to respond, because when I look up from the pamphlet he is looking directly at me. I politely say to her "You're assuming a lot" and she tries to laugh it off and agreed she was. The black guy at the table enjoyed my response, because he laugh out loud himself, which let me know he was listening. I don't know what was so funny...maybe the ambiguity of my response or how I was nicely telling her back the f*#% up. Anyway, we kept it moving. She attempted something similar to this again, but not as direct. That time I just look at her like what's going on and you need to back up. She tried it one more time (this time less direct than the prior one) and I told her "you've taken stabs at me twice and if you do it again, I'm going to stab you back and your not going to like it." I didn't have another problem with her for the rest of the day.

In addition, she kept mentioning recruiting me. I think she is apart of this weird church group, so I gave her my home phone number instead of my cell, because I screen those much better and I rarely check my messages. I wake up after being dog tried and who has left me a message already.....her

*I don't cuss even though this post my imply otherwise