Wait a second, let me clear up a few things.
First of all, this wasn't a date situation. She texted me to come thru to some lounge she and her people were chillin at. Me and my people were just out and about a block away so it was what ever.
Secondly, I didn't know what she did exactly until that conversation. I assumed she was on point for all these accounts that she was dealing with. I didn't roast her until she started trying to ace me on some "oh, ONLY" type bullshyt. Everybody else I mentioned that to was on some "Great, good for you. Let's celebrate!" type shyt. Then they'd usually follow it up with some good shyt that happened to them that week.
Thirdly, you know, she asked what I did that week. And I led off with the fact that I was on a yacht earlier this week. She was on some "Why didn't you invite me?" type shyt, then I honestly didn't know what to say. Like, it wasn't really a situation that was on some "Bring every girl you mentioned this situation to" type shyt. So I briefly paused and then I said something to the effect of "I closed over 30k this week. It was a long time coming. I felt like LeBron James." And I didn't say this with some smug look on my face. I said it with the same zeal and zest as I did in the voicemail I left my parents and all the other people I told that night. I mean, I was really happy about the whole thing.
You know what I should have said? I should have said "I watched LeBron James win the championship with my friends." Then she and her gerl would have been "Oh, I love me some LeBron James. nikka, you ain't LeBron James." type shyt for like 20 - 30 minutes. Good God.
You know, in the future, I'll just speak more cryptically about my affairs and not say ANYTHING about what I'm doing. "Oh, I was just really enjoying the weather this week. How about you?" No conversation of substance. Nothing too revealing. Just flavorless small talk.