The shyt is a joke.
Brehs, I remember back in April, this girl took me home from the bar after initially meeting her. I wrote about it a little in this thread. Anyways, next morning, while she's dropping me off, she's talking all this "we should hang out during the day" shyt & all that jazz, kissing me before I exit the whip and shyt (
) I'm like, aight, cool. I text her phone that night asking if she's working this on-campus event.
No response.
Okay. True. Didn't pursue it anymore. Saw her at a party two weekends later, we didn't interact. Few days later she hits me up, asking how I'm doing with smiley faces & all that shyt. I was short with her. She took it as me "hating" her. Saw her in person the next night and it was a laughable experience. She kept asking one of my homies if I hated her, which is an asinine thought.
The excuses were bountiful. "Sorry I didn't respond to your text that night, I was still kinda tipsy from the night before" "I had to study" "I had work" "I just don't know how..." "I'm sorry" "You don't hate me do you?"
The whole time I'm like
it's not even that serious. I damn near expect this type of behavior out of you. No need for the fluff ma, you had a more favorable situation lined up in which you were more comfortable, more than likely, and you continued venturing down that path. No sweat. All the unnecessary, manufactured sense of regret definitely wasn't/isn't appreciated, though.
I then got hit with a "you're hard to read" after laughing a lot.