Leftovers

How do you feel about leftovers? Some people cant stand them, some people think its better the next day . Others think that it depends on what it is. Now, when we talk about men  how do we feel about left overs ? Would you date someone to take them off of someone's hands? Would it matter who it was ? I am currently in that predicament.

After telling a friend of mine about a guy who I was interested in and basically it not happening for many reasons, she suggested I talk to a guy she knew.  She told me he was tall, bald and light skinned with light eyes. I mean im not really into that look, however she said he was a really good guy. She went on to tell me that she used to talk to him in the past however, it did not work out. She went on to share some intamate details about him that she has heard.

She said he was really nice however, he was not  her type. She went on to say that he needs a good girl and he is a good guy. It made me uncomfortable.  She insisted there was nothing between them and there was never anything in between them that mattered to her. She assured me that it did not matter to her. I  could not shake the fact that he had once been connected to my friend in one shape or form.

For me , I am very territorial . Any man who  I have talked to, dated, had their number, been my boyfriend or has had any interest in me at all could not talk to one of my girlfriends without me ending my friendship. Its that simple for me. I guess it is because there are very few guys I have played with so I guess that is why. How about you? Would you pass over your extras on one of your freinds?  If someone wanted to give you their left overs , would you take it? Let me know.

Play By Play : Interception ,Fumble ,Tackle

I forgot all about this one until yesterday when I had a good laugh about it. In honor of the start of football season (and my allegiance to the Jets by association )  I decided to share this one. Have you ever intentionally  or unintentionally tried to lose at something?  On this night I did. 

It was Super bowl Sunday.  Now I will not say which one. I went to a super bowl party at one of my friend’s houses. Despite the fact that I really don't care for any sport , I know the rules and love watching the multi million dollar commercials.  After a few drinks (hmmm no story ends well when that's the start) on the way home I decided I wanted  some physical overtime .  I called my flavor of the month .  He picked up and I could not hear him.  Because he is a serious football fan , I knew he would be at a bar or at a party.  Now because I was drinking, I can admit now , I called him excessively . When I want something and I'm under the influence , I get a tunnel vision that numbs my senses and vision to anything else but the win.   In this instance, it was him. I called one last time. He did not answer. Whoever or whatever had won and I decided that it was time to forfeit, I did not want to play this game - or at least I thought.

Just when I changed my clothes and got ready for bed and closed my eyes,  There was an interception!

 I got a text from his phone.  The text said, "Leave my boyfriend alone you whore ".   Did you gasp? I did.    Why ? Why ? Why?  Why was someone playing on the phone?  I had been blind sighted  and tackled emotionally. I didn’t know there would be another team in this game.  I was extremely angry but I said to myself, what if it's someone playing with me?  But  what if he really has a girlfriend?  He was going to be cursed out as I do not do that. In hindsight he told me he was seeing other people but denied being serious with anyone.  All types of thoughts went through my mind I was tempted to go to his house. I was going to beat him up.    I was so upset that he created a situation where someone called me a whore because of him.   In that moment , I had a moment of clarity . Who was I kidding, he was too big and tall to let me hit him. I would’ve gotten beat up.  Not to mention , I’m not in the habit of hitting people.  In any event I did not go. , I remembered that I had work the next day and I have a pretty good job.  

 I was not going to throw away my career for a guy and from the looks of it , the random alleged girlfriend would have attacked me . Needless to say, My money inspires me to be a better human being. 

So what did I do? Now of course I responded.  I had to.  I was going to stay home but I couldn't let that ride especially because I was drunk.  One thing I absolutely hate is being called a whore or slut or any name along those lines. I work very hard and try to be as moral as possible in order to avoid being called these things however some girl (it's never a man ) feels the need to call me one of these names when their man or someone they like is dealing with me.  How interesting is that? Women often oppress one another with misogynistic terms even sometimes more so than men. I digress -back to the story. 

So I told the girl or whoever was texting me  that I'm not a whore and  they did not know me. The girl told me she was in the picture now and I should back off. I laughed and said it wasn't that serious and she could have him. I then said she should ask her man why I don't know about her.  I’m sure that fixed her because she said nothing else . He then gets on the phone of course and says sorry and the girl was hating. I was so livid. I’m sure I was red .  How dare he just say that. It was such a empty response . Really ?  "Sorry. She’s hating ? " I can laugh now but I was burning up. Was that supposed to make me feel better? I proceeded to let him have it. I proceeded to tell him to grow up and if he wasn’t interested and had someone, that's all he had to say. I was so upset so there were some obscenities in there but that was the gist of it.   He said nothing after I gave him the verbal thrashing, and we did not speak again. Sometimes you got to drop the ball and let the other team have it. 

Now I ask, What would you have done? Would you respond to the girl? Was there a girl at all?  Was it him playing?  I know the answer , was this girl actually his girlfriend?  Hmmmm.  Let me know? Would you have continued after that in order to win one for the team?