There's a "friend" of mine from high school that I reconnected with recently. She went through some hard times and I guess, I was around to be someone she could talk to.
So, for about a month and half, we talked on the phone, almost every day. And for those that know me, this is fascinating because I absolutely abhor talking on the telephone. Like, it drives me insane.
Now, to be clear, "talking" on the phone might be a stretch as I didn't do much talking. If we spent three hours on the phone, I talked maybe 10-15 minutes. I usually listened... and listened... and listened, with an occasionally "uh huh," "hmm," and "right" sprinkled in sporadically.
But, hey, that's neither here nor there. So, she tells me about her frustrating living situation, so I invite her to my house for the weekend to get away, actually sleep in an adult bed, relax and do what you want to do without being bombarded my family members at every turn.
So, she comes to the crib and there's absolutely nothing. And like I tried. I honestly did. I tried to find the connection, but it was like "Where's Waldo?"
So, I invited her to sleep in my bed. I mean, I laundered my shit and cleaned the room up really nicely. She wanted to sleep on the couch, which kind of defeated the purpose of the invite. No put aside the fact I hate anyone sleeping on my couch, I was low-key offended.
Anyway, three days later, I take her home and go on about my life, because there's no way we're talking again, right? I mean, I thought there was a mutual understanding amongst both of us that there wasn't anything there. Of course, a week went by with no interaction and I thought it was established that this was the case.
So two weeks later, I get a text. Nothing major; just trivial shit. The following morning I send a text asking where everything is, because while I'm excellent at reading in between the lines, even when it's something I don't want to accept, I'd rather be told up front what the deal is as opposed to wonder and put the pieces together through clues and shit. I'm too grown for Sherlock Holmes-esque games.
I get a response saying everything is cool and that she's been busy. Now, you weren't busy the last two months when you were talking my ear off, but now all of a sudden you're busy? Cool deal. Take care.
Now... I find out that she's been taking subliminal shots and jabs at me through social media. Posting tweet grams and shit starting the day after I dropped her off.
If being propositions to sleep into bed is wrong, the hell with you. As a friend of mine on Twitter said, "your pussy is not a diploma; motherfuckers don't have to earn that shit." Thinking you're better than me is mistake number one. Next mistake is thinking your time is just as valuable as mine. It's not.
To top it off, I asked what the deal was. I asked if everything was cool. That was the door to tell me how offended you were that I offered my bed to you.
I'm hypocritical at times. I've been known to take shots at people in social media. Not by name, but those people have see. It and returned the favor in kind and vice-versa. I know those people though.
This young lady on the other hand , doesn't know me nearly as well as she thinks she does to be taking shots at me.
Maybe it's old age, but I'm blunt. If I want something, I'll say it. No beating around the bush. My time is short so I get right to the fucking point and say what I mean. I always implore the people I interact with to do the same.