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Supa On the Verge with DPM
Let's see... This weekend I caught up with Supa in LA for a minute... And you know, had a couple of drizzles... I'm happy to say that she is sour cream free and is pretty much a Supa CBBW. Other than that, it was all glittah.
*Side note: to live in drive in LA is rithickulous! And it didn't help that I ran up on a fatal accident acoss the street from where I was staying in Long Beach/Compton. RIP little man...
Audio Blog: Listen 2 "Freedom"poem.mp3 written, read and published by DPM aka "AfroKen"
Audio Blog: Listen 2 "Freedom"poem.mp3 written, read and published by DPM aka "AfroKen"
This weekend I ran into CBBW #1 at the local club and I decided to break the trend of our smugness. It just so happened that we were talking to the same circle of people, however she conveniently kept her back to me and avoided eye contact outside of a phony "Hi" lip sync.
After a few minutes I unable to ignore her the same, plus I was really getting irritated by her refusal to acknowledge me. But I think it was more so that we were acting like children. So I gripped her waist with my left hand and whispered in her ear, "Is it just me, but why is it that we can't just be friendly?"
I admit that I said it with a slight attitude in my tone, but my intentions were grown. Still, I can't say I was ready for her reaction...
Crazy Beautiful Belizean Woman (CBBW #2)
It was my post Baby Mama cohabitation period and I was in pursuit of my new goals:
My avenue: Clubbing
And I was doing it BIG every Monday night at the most cracking club in the Bay Area at the time “Club Dread.” Not only were the reggae DJ’s the best around, but the crowd was thick with women from all over the Bay aka “Yay.”
My thing was to hit the dance floor and never leave it unless I needed a drink or to take a piss. And my mission was to seduce a lovely lady on the dance in order to increase my chances of getting to know her better.
For the most part it worked well for me, which was evidenced by the pile of useless phone numbers I had accumulated over the past months. Most of them stroked my ego more than ever really becoming anything of any quality. I mean, I met a few hotties, but I was still single, feel me?…
On one particular night at the club, I was literally immobilized by the beautiful vibration of this dreadlocked queen of a woman. When she walked by I caught a whiff of what smelled like an exotic Indian inscent…And I could see she had a splash of freckles in her creamy brown complexion.“Wow.” It was one of those speechless moments and all I could do was hit her up wit the basic, “Wanna dance?”
CBBW (PART 2)
…After a series of angry phone calls from the Crazy Beautiful Black Woman (and me promptly hanging up), I decided to concede to the voice I had been ignoring for the past week, “Don’t mess with her.” When she finally stopped calling me, I reflected and meditated on the whole episodic drama. The next day I decided to call her back to attempt a mature conversation in order to offer some closure. Divinely, her phone was disconnected. I took it as a spiritual sign. This time I didn’t fight it. Instead I let it be official. A lesson learned. I embraced that messing with the CBBW again was what I ain’t never (double negative) ever gon' do again. I consciously promised myself that I just wouldn’t. So I didn’t.
I didn’t call her, nor did I bite on her dysfunctional email ploys and attempts to try to engage me in her silly arguments about “Kingship” and “Queenship.” As far as I was concerned, I already knew too much about her, her mean streak and her mouth, which was foul and consumed dairy products...
CBBW's...
I don’t know why I fall for the Crazy Beautiful Black Woman type time and time again—I just do.
Impressively, I can recognize a Crazy Beautiful Black Woman from a distance and, even though it might be hard, I can leave them “as is” from where I stand.
To my detriment, my weaknesses include big hair, big booties and smooth skin. If I encounter a Crazy Beautiful Black Woman with these 3 attributes (my 3-point system) the instinctive side of my common sense will usually override any visible warning signs, or whistles to be heard. Consequently, I often push the priority of intelligence, mental stimulation and respect behind...
