Poundcake ProverbsA blog collective full of bitter sweet nothings, angry anecdotes, and psalms of hope about dating men (from a woman’s perspective). Title Inspiration: line in Flawless Remix by Beyonce “You wish I was your poundcake” Isn’t that the goal :)?
“Momma usta say everything that glitters aint gold”… I guess she was right!
At 27 years and 6 months I was regretting everything my love life had become. Sitting in my bedroom window Jazmine Sullivan …rang through the air. “Im in love with another man”. If only I had one I screamed.
I felt tightness in my chest while crossing my legs I scribbled RELEASE across the page of my journal while sparking my spliff. A small smile crept on my lips, as i remembered his pearly white teeth and strong energy.
i exhaled as clouds from my ganja plant burned. I decided to reminisce.
We met in the mishaps of friday night traffic. slamming on my breaks i missed his side swipe by a thin thread. We pulled to the side and exited vehicles. I was caught in a spiritual wind of merging hearts. Have you ever glanced at someone and knew in that instance when your eyes locked this could be your forever. In milli seconds you could vision love making, babies, play recitals and dinner dates.
The initial exchange really didnt matter it was at this moment. This stranger. This passion. This pain. This feeling of settle. This desire to want more, need more grew at rates unimaginable.
You see the last couple months Ive held numerous sip amd chats about my man and howd he be and what I wouldnt except and what Id do if this or that occured but today Im filled with possibility. I muster enough will power to shatter the misconception of love.
What it should look like..
What it does and says….
How its created…
RELEASE!
Jumping from my sit I quickly flipped my pandora to India Arie feeling empowered I swayed to India’s private party.
I chuckled and the thought of my moms warning…. See there is no road map to love and I may have just missed my chance. Maybe just maybe if it glitters it is Gold.
” Believe in Love, and Fairytales”
By: Mackenzie
Ava was still overcoming a terrible breakup when Moose entered her life. His real name was David, but everyone on the track team at Lincoln went by an alias and so Ava, like everyone else, called him Moose.
I don’t remember how they met, but before I knew it, Moose was practically living in Ava’s dorm room since he didn’t have a dorm of his own. He slept there every night and Ava even brought him food from the cafeteria every day. Despite cohabiting, Ava and Moose never had the talk to discuss where their relationship stood and ironically the two were never intimate despite sleeping next to each other every night. They would flirt with each other and cuddle in bed, but outside of that, the two were really just friends.
Ava loved having Moose around and envisioned them being in a relationship at some point, but she was happy with their “situation-ship”. Ava wanted to take things slow this time so she wouldn’t get hurt again and Moose, for the most part, respected that.
This went on for about a month until Moose saw the opportunity to make his move. It was a Friday night and Ava and Moose were getting a little tipsy. They were flirty, as usual, and a bit touchy-feely, so Moose decided it was good moment to kiss her. While Ava was sitting on the high-rise bed, Moose walked over to her, put his arms around her waist, and leaned in for the kiss. Ava put her arms around his neck and kissed him back. It was the first time the two had ever locked lips and Ava liked it. Moose grabbed Ava’s breast and began to push her back to lay on the bed.
By: Toni
Toni sat on his grandmother’s couch tapping her foot on the floor and her nails on her phone in synchronization. She was patiently, impatiently waiting for him to return from the store with condoms. She tried to stay cool (literally), but with her skin sticking to the plastic of the couch, it was almost impossible. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought the living room was prohibited. The essence of the room looked as if it was screaming “Kids do not enter.” She thought of exiting the living room, but declined her own offer because in a few minutes, she would no longer be a kid so those terms didn’t apply to her.
With her birthday just passing, Toni was a newly turned 16 year old and was preparing to have sex for the first time. As nervous as she was, she was ready to get it over with. In her mind, it was her rites of passage into adulthood and she couldn’t wait to get back to school to join the “V- card revoked” club. She got up to grab a snack from the fridge, but thought about her breath no longer smelling like fresh mint for their first kiss and quickly changed her mind. She wanted the night to be magical like in the movies!
As soon as Toni sat back down, he came walking through the door smiling from ear to ear. He pulled out the condom before he even stepped both feet into the house.
Her eyes lit up. “Magnum?”
By: Gena
“Valentine’s Day is the white man’s holiday—-just another hook to force America’s most loyal consumers, black people, to spend unnecessary money on nothing.”
Gena swore by this statement. This was a form of self-prep she used to face the cruel world, filled with fucked up fantasies and illusions on love and happiness. Unfortunately, she spent all 25 years of her life, comfortable with the fact that her mother is still and will ever be her only “Valentine.”
Gena entered the room to a few of her friends babbling about their men and the plans they had for the 14th. It was the first time in many years that Valentine’s Day fell on the weekend. Being the bitter bitch that many counted on her to be, she said, “Here we go….making plans for another meaningless holiday.” Her friends kept talking while rolling their eyes at each other at the very vein of her existence, fucking up the moment. They continued to talk.
“Well anyway— I think I’m going to keep it simple, and just cook his favorite meal and have sex,” friend #2 said. They all laughed. “You know men like it simple anyway.” They all shook their heads in agreement. Bitterness left Gena on the sidelines of the conversation, yearning for a situation that would help her to feel included.She decided to take on the male’s perspective.
She decided to pull up a chair and insert herself into the conversation, full of thirst. Her friends collectively stared at her and said, “What now?” Gena laughed. “Bitch you always got something to say. You are talking to Chris— y’all ain’t plan nothing?”
Gena said, “What does Chris have to do with anything— we’re not hype as fuck like y’all. Plus we’re not there yet.”
“Ummm hmm,” the girls hissed at her. Gena stepped away from the conversation, thinking about the last few events she exchanged with Chris.
They had spoken on this very topic earlier at the end of January about his thoughts on Valentine’s Day. He said, “I mean that holiday is really for women— I don’t care if I celebrate or not.”
“Okay I was just asking,” she stated. He said, “I mean— you want to celebrate or something? Does this mean we’re dating?”
That was the question that got Gena stuck. She had no clue how to answer. She immediately ran into her safety saying her disclaimer to him. He laughed—“ You sound lonely as fuck lol,” he said. “How?, “ she asked. “Answer this—if I planned something for you and told you to be ready, would you come?,” he asked. She paused and smiled. “Exactly!,” he answered in reassurance of his point being made. “Women who say they don’t believe in Valentine’s Day don’t have an actual valentine or never had one.”
Gena laughed it off in total embarrassment. She decided to take the humble approach. “I mean we have been talking for a minute and if we did hang out, and it happened to be for Valentine’s Day, would that make you uncomfortable? I know we’re not in love or anything but..” Chris interrupted. “I mean like I said, it’s for women, and we can hang out if you want to.” The little lonely women inside of her got so excited, it felt like she peed her pants. He just raised the heat in the room.
“I mean it could be cool. I mean we can keep it traditional I suppose and you can plan whatever you want,” she said.
Chris just answered, “I mean we just hanging out so I’ll think of something and let you know.” She left it at that.
10 days had passed and no reassurance that V-Day plans were in the making or not. Gena was gearing up for a regular sex cap and contemplating whether she should bring it up. He came over and beat her to the punch.
“So umm, I know you don’t like surprises, so here is the plan…….. I figured we go to dinner first and then to this Artist showcase. I rented a hotel room and figured we can just relax after everything.”
She smiled, hype as shit and reneging on her entire declaration about Valentine’s Day, allowing this man to spend his hard-earned money on a plot set up by white people lol. “I’m so full of shit,” she thought to herself. “Sounds like a plan.”
She scheduled a wax appointment 2 days before, bought a dress and had everything ready for the holiday. It’s so cute that Valentine’s Day fell on a Saturday this year— she thought to herself. It was Thursday night and she texted him to clarify the time of the dinner reservation. He answered “Be ready by 6pm, tomorrow.” She thought it was a typo and sent a smiley face and said, “okkkkkkk.”
The next day, she scheduled her hair appointment around 5pm. As she was heading to the salon, Chris texted her and asked, “I know you hype as shit, right?”
She replied, “LOL—kinda. Sike I am.”
He replied, “Please be ready at 6, you know you move slow.”
She responded, “I know— I don’t need a reminder 24 hours in advance, Chris”
He responded, “ What you mean?”
She texted, “I don’t need an entire day in advance notice.”
He responded in ALL CAPS, “IT’S TODAY!!!!!!”
She was confused and called him right away. “What the fuck you mean it’s today— Valentine’s Day is tomorrow,” she asked him.
“I told you Friday when we texted the other day. What’s the difference between today and tomorrow. We hanging out right?” She was embarrassed and silent on the phone. He said, “hello”. She couldn’t speak. All of this preparation for nothing she thought. She hung up the phone, so aggravated and frustrated. She said fuck it something was better than nothing.
She texted him, “I’ll be ready in 20 mins.” They went on the date watching the world prep for what seemed like the biggest display of love on earth day. She was pissed. The next morning— they’re checking out of the hotel as happy couples were checking in, excited and happy ‘n shit. It was Valentine’s Day. She got dropped off at home. He gave her a kiss. She smiled and got out the car feeling like the world’s most idiotic side chick in the world. She walks in on her friends discussing their plans. Ends scene.
By: Zuri Lovelace
Zuri HATED Valentine’s Day. From the day that she was able to know what a boyfriend was she did her best to avoid the holiday. Was she possibly, sot-of, kind-of jealous because most times her Valentine’s either didn’t exist, didn’t care, didn’t make the cut or just didn’t turn out right? Maybe, yes. Was she THAT person that was so insecure in singledom sometimes that the mere thought of seeing other people happily in love/like/lust make her roll her eyes far back in her head? Maybe, yes. Hey, we’ve all been that person sometimes, and Zuri would eventually come around and come to her senses about Cupid’s sole working day. But this is not one of those times. This time she had a reason to want to start far away from Valentine’s day.
Sitting in Health class one day, Zuri was approached by one of the cutest guys in her class, Bobby. He was the class clown and always had the attention on him, and in some weird way, that made him more attractive than his actual physical attributes (this would not be the last time Zuri made a shallow pass of judgement, she was young okay). He whispered to her and told her that he had something important to tell her after class. Her mind started racing. What could he possibly have to tell her? Did she do something wrong? Did she say something to him? Something that might lead him on? Was he going to ask her out? She couldn’t possibly fathom but she felt butterflies in her stomach.
The bell rang and they met up and walked down the hall together. After some small talk, he said to her, “You don’t have a boyfriend do you?”
“No, definitely not,” she laughed nervously.
“Okay good, that’s what I thought,” he smiled. “Because my boy T, he is really interested in you. He is crazy about you.”
*Record scratch* That is exactly the sound that was made in her head. T!?!? T!????? What was so important was for him to tell me that not him but T was secretly in like with me?? This did a total 180 from what Zuri expected. To say T was not her type was a slight understatement. Granted, homely, insecure, high school Zuri was not in a position to really bargain for qualities in a potential boyfriend but she still maintained standards. I mean she didn’t think he was bad but, he wasn’t exactly a looker, she didn’t think he had much of a personality and he was a bench warmer on the football team. Long story short, Zuri was as shallow as a high school junior could come. She didn’t want to risk people talking about her or making fun of her. She was worried about her lowly reputation. Tragic I know, but for high school, it was one of the only things that mattered. And to make matters worse, Valentine’s Day was literally a week away.
She would be seeing T in her next class. She already strategized to sit in the back of class far away from him. What would she even say to him? She already knew, that he knew, that she knew what the deal was. She sat nervously in the back of class and waited for the bell to ring so she could jet out of class and down the football field for their school’s pep rally. And she did exactly that. She caught up with her friends and just had to tell them.
She shook her friend Kamilah, “Girl you are not going to believe what I found out today.
“What!?” she said, her eyes wild. Zuri’s other friends, turned around intrigued too.
“T likes me. I mean like really really likes me!” Zuri said.
The girls eyes were definitely wide now and Zuri’s friend Lana let out a chuckle.
“It’s not funny, this is for real, this is not a drill!” she said.
“Well do you like him?” Kamilah asked.
“Of course, not”
“Well, then you just have to tell him.”
Zuri sunk down on the bleachers. She couldn’t possible just outright tell him like that. She might have been a little shallow but she still had a heart and knew how it felt to be rejected. She just couldn’t bring herself to do it.
All throughout the week leading up to Valentine’s Day, T left her little hints. Notes on her desk and locker. All she could do is smile back and wave at him when she saw him in the hall, or say hi loudly and quickly and always tell him that she had to go. She was becoming an expert at avoiding.
Her school sold these Valentine’s Day presents called Sugar Letters. It was just a notecard and candy that could be bought and sent to anyone in school during any one of their classes. Zuri had NO intention of receiving one from T. It wasn’t like she got a lot of Sugar Letters anyway, so she knew if she got one from T it was going to set off alarms; everyone would ask her who hers came from and she couldn’t avoid that question forever. Who know what else he might have had up his sleeve? Plus, she couldn’t be around all those people and their cute gifts from their Valentine’s while she was trying to dodge her potential one. It left her no choice, she had to ditch Valentine’s Day.
She planned meticulously on how to fake being “sick”. Zuri’s parents were not ones to really let their kids stay home sick, unless we were throwing up or had a fever. She did it though, she convinced her parents she was actually sick and she stayed home from school. Stress-free and Valentine’s -free.
A couple days later, Zuri heard someone come up behind her at her locker.
“Hey Zuri, how are you?” It was T.
“Heeeeeey T, I didn’t even hear you back there,” she said nervously.
“Are you feeling any better?”
“Yes, a lot better now although sometimes the sickness comes back to me spontaneously.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I was going to send you a SugarLetter but Kamilah said you weren’t feeling well.”
“Oh really, that is so nice of you.”
“I’ll make sure to make it up to you.” “Say, I wanted to ask you about something. I know you talked to Bobby after class and…”
“T, do you mind if we talk about this later, maybe in class. I am not feeling so well, I need to go to the bathroom.”
And with that Zuri walked quickly around the corner. They never talked about it again. T either got the hint, gave up or found another Valentine because it never came up again.
Years later Zuri would reflect on her actions, wondering if she hadn’t been so superficial, what might have happened to the rest of her high school years. What might have even happened to her on her dreaded Valentine’s Day; would it have been as bad as she thought it would be?
Have you ever avoided Valentine’s Day or a potential Valentine? What are some times when you’ve been shallow and regretted it (or not regretted it lol)?
By: Gena
Days had passed since I returned to school from winter break. Multiple college crush dreams were killed–cuffing season was in full affect— everybody needed a boo in this kind of weather.
I turned my attention home. Outgoing text to him. “Heyy.” I just knew he’d be super eager and respond immediately. Two hours passed–nothing. “I guess I fucked it up. Should’ve been less judgmental,” I thought.
I sent a text to my best friend. “Hey bishhh, wyd?”
All of a sudden, I got an incoming call. It was him! I smiled in relief. In the sexiest, most unbothered, slightly desperate voice possible, I said, “Hello…” In a deep sensual voice, he answered, “How u doin’?” We talked that night for hours.
I couldn’t figure out whether or not I was falling for the fact that I had someone to talk to every night, cuddled on my bed, with the door closed just to piss my roommates off — OR– if I started to like this guy. I see how my best friend got those interpreter skills up. He’d talk fast as shit in incomplete sentences that sounded like one word but I understood him, verbatim.
We started talking about future plans, like having a date during spring break. “Whereefvah you wan go, we can go,” he said. I got fancy and requested Ruth Chris. It’s been 1 month of texting all day and talking all night. He asked the awkward question, “How u feel bout me?” I tapped into my inner savage, “What you meannn?”
“You know. Stop playin, ” he said.
“We cool. You’re cool.”
“Das it?” he asked in a peculiar high pitched tone– much different than his normal accent. “I’m taking things slow– don’t want to mess things up,” I said. 2 seconds later I added, “like last time.” DAMNNNNNN, why did I just lie like that…Now I owe this nigga a sob story. “Wah happened?” he asked. Shit! Ummmm think, girl think…. then suddenly, I took a page from my best friend’s book. “I mean– it’s a long story,” I said. “Like, I hate talking about it.” I secretly hoped, he would give it up, but he didn’t. “I’m listening’, he said. FUCK, I thought.
So my ex Tony and I went together in high school. That was my boo. We moved fast. After talking for a month, he asked me to be his girlfriend. After that, he basically started living with me. My sister and friend from school kinda knew, but not my mom. My room was in the basement. Tony and I were cool. I was with him every single day. Suddenly I got quiet…like WTF happened to my best friend again.Nothing but silence dampened the phone conversation. “Wha happen,” he asked. As I tried to flicker my memory about my friend, I said, “It was so long, ago, I forgot. But basically, he ended up cheating on me. My cousin saw him and a girl at the park, kissing. I was devastated. Supposedly, he had also gotten her pregnant and was about to have a child!” I AMPEDD IT! He gasped, “Damn man. That’s mess up. Wha u do?”
“I broke up with him and threw his stuff out. Then I started getting sick. My mom bought a pregnancy test and it was positive. I had to tell him, I was pregnant. I called and asked him to come over. He wanted me to keep it. I told him no. He left and we never spoke again.”
“WOWWWW,” he said in that high pitched peculiar voice again. I will never make you feel like dat.”
“I know but it was so recent, that I need time to heal, ya know,” I said. I was sooo relieved! CRISIS aborted.
“I feel u… what happened to the baby?” he said.
“Huh?, I asked. What baby?”
He said, ” you just tol me u wur pregnant… wha happened?”
“OHHHHHHH, that baby,” I said. “The baby died.”
“Damn,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
“If I gave you a baby, you wud keep it,” he said.
I chuckled. “Ummm no,” I said.
“Why not?” he asked. “One, we just met. Two, I need a ring. Three, I’m definitely not having sex until I get married!” I gasped, immediately! FUCK— WHY DID I JUST SAY THAT ! Ugh I hope he doesn’t notice.
The phone got silent. I felt completely stupid. I cleared my throat. I hear him breathing. I responded, “so yea…” Out of nowhere, he simply asked, “Will you marry me?” …………………….
Nice dinner at Ruth Chris….Trips to Africa…. Daily text messages and phone conversations…. bomb ass gifts like my best friend… DEAD!
By: Ruby Woo
It was like an epiphany… I slouched back in my chair but quickly shifted. My feminine energy stood alert!
“How did I over look this shit?” I asked myself.
He’d been on the other line of my iPhone 6s for about 3 minutes and 26 seconds and all I heard was, “Babe you know I like spending time with you but me and my man’s and dem got plans.”
I quickly cleared my throat and responded, “Oh Damon, I understand now. But I’m not sure you can even be honest with yourself.”
Him: “Hmmmm. What you mean?”
Me: “How might I word this….a watered plant grows. Your appetite for male companionship is greater than your desire to even have a night out with who you claim to be your beautiful girlfriend? And to think, I hadn’t noticed!
Him: “The fuck you tryna say!?”
Me: “I’m really just drawing inference from my observations. Can you answer this?…”
I stopped mid-sentence and wrestled with the possibilities of my man desiring the energy, time and attention of another man more than he desires mine. I needed a moment; my head began to shake.
I took a deep breath…1…2…3…4…5…
His voice boomed through my speaker.
“Yo, I know you not implying I’m sweet!!!!”
Me: “I’m saying the more time and energy you give to something, or someone in this matter, we begin to naturally become inquisitive… and sometimes even lustttttt….”
I was cut off by the loud bass in his voice.
Him: ” Bitch….”
to be continued….but are you ignoring the signs?
Ladies : Have you ever questioned why your man prefers to spend time with his male friends over you… but swears he’s faithful? Let’s talk!!!
By: Zuri Lovelace
Zuri was up all night. Typical, as she is the queen of procrastination when it comes to packing, no matter where she is going. But she had to admit, she was anxious and excited and it was keeping her up. She was packing for a much-needed vacation to the Dominican Republic! She had never been before but had been obsessing over the pictures of the resort she would be staying at. She was truly excited for a break from her monotonous job. Thank goodness for friends; her bestie Tonya decided last minute she wanted to celebrate turning 25 in a big way. They picked a resort and book the vacation and she had been on the countdown ever since.
Finally, the morning came and Zuri’s mom drove her to the commuter bus that would take them to BWI Airport. The moms exchanged conversation, pleasantries and laughs, the girls said their goodbyes and they were off. Zuri and Tonya talked excitedly about what they wanted to do once they finally got to DR.
After a modest 4-hour plane ride, and a 30-minute taxi ride, the girls had stepped into paradise! The resort was gorgeous. They offered rum punch at the front door, had two sprawling pools, all the drinks and food you could imagine and a huge, white sand beach with the clearest blue water. Zuri could not stop smiling. She knew this was going to be one of the best vacations ever.
The girls checked into their room, unpacked their bags and took a nap. They were truly jet-lagged. Later on, they got dressed up for dinner and afterward, ended up walking the resort and going to the resident nightclub. While they danced the night away and threw back rum shots and jack and cokes, Zuri wandered outside to find a bathroom and saw a man who clearly worked at the hotel. He was fine; sun-kissed skin, slim, athletic body and a boyish face. She asked him where the bathroom was and they flirted a little, which was rough because of their language barrier (she knew she should have paid more attention in Spanish class). Nevertheless, they carried on their cheeky conversation before she went about her night, joking to Tonya that she had found her summer fling.
The next day the girls laid out on the beach for a little while, recovering from the night before. Zuri got up to get some food from the beachside grill when she saw the guy from the night before. The beach air must have had her feeling herself, because she marched right up to him like she knew him. She said hello (in Spanish, hey at least she knew that much!) and asked his name. He told her Emmanuel and smiled back at her. He was too good looking for words. She asked him where he lived (like she knew the Dominican Republic like that) and how old he was. He asked her where she was from in the U.S. and kept calling her “bonita”. Zuri was easily flattered. He told her that he could show her and Tonya around and let her know what things to avoid around the resort. She told him she might take him up on his offer. He had to get back to work but Zuri had a feeling she would be seeing him again.
She ran back to the beach and told Tonya she saw her summer fling again. Tonya was not trying to hear about exploring with some random person, and neither was Zuri, but the thought of having the option fed into Zuri’s adventurous side
All throughout the trip, Zuri kept seeing Emmanuel. She even found herself going off by herself to talk to him and have steamy make out sessions and sexual romps all up and down the resort. She felt liberated and was getting it. What had gotten into her!?
The last day of their vacation, they were out on the beach when she heard a whisper behind her. It was Emmanuel! He motioned for her to come into one of the private, enclosed changing cabanas on the beach. She gave him a look to let him know Tonya was around and that she wasn’t going to leave her. She sat back down in her chair.
“What are you doing?” Tonya said.
“What are you talking about?” Zuri replied.
“Why don’t you go over there? He is into you girl, you better get on that!”
Zuri was surprised, most friends wouldn’t encourage that, at least not during a trip that was supposed to be for their birthday. But, Zuri was not about to object. She snuck into the cabana and they went at it like animals. He kissed her so slow and deep, she forgot where she was for a moment.
Before the girls left the beach, Emmanuel approached them. He tried to ask Zuri something but she really couldn’t understand him. He brought his friend, another person working at the resort, over to translate for him. Emmanuel wanted the girls to come out with him and his friends to some local, hole-in-the-wall bar that night. Zuri kept making up excuses while he kept trying to prod them off the resort. She could tell that Tonya was uncomfortable. He eventually gave in after Zuri gave him her number and he said he would stay in touch.
Fast forward to 3 weeks after their glorious vacation. Zuri had told all of her friends about her Dominican fling (not really lol) and suddenly she gets a text from an unknown number. It was none other than Emmanuel. He texted her saying that he missed her and wished that she could come back and see him again. She immediately text Tonya.
“Girl you better not answer him back! Do you have WhatsApp?” she exclaimed. “You are gonna run your cell phone bill up!”
Zuri had never heard of the app but she quickly downloaded it and continued their conversation. Google Translate became her best-freaking-friend. Looking back, Zuri didn’t know what she wanted or thought she wanted from this. Where did she think this was going to go? He was in an entirely different country. They barely spoke each other’s languages. But yet she was still eager for him. Maybe it was the compliments he showered her with. Or the excitement of dating someone that was totally different from her. Or the fact that she had been out of the game for a while. She can’t pinpoint it. Whatever it was, she should have nipped it in the bud after she got back on US soil, ahhh to be young and naive again.
Suddenly their conversations turned….odd. He wanted her to talk to his cousin in New York so he could tell her what a good man Emmanuel was (and he really did try to call her!). He told her about how much he loved the U.S and wanted to travel. Down the line, the kicker came. He sent her a long message on WhatsApp and she had to get one of her best friends to translate it for her, quicker and more reliable than Google Translate she would soon find out. When her friend sent her back the translated message she was shook. He wanted her to go to the DR Embassy in DC and give them his name and age and tell them that they were in a relationship so that he could come to States. The AUDACITY. She was shocked. Not so much because he was obviously trying to use her (which was bad enough) but because he thought she was dumb enough to do that! She was even madder at herself, for even letting whatever they were doing, come to that. Who did he think he was? Who did he think she was? Her friend, Lena, who translated the message for her, called her immediately concerned.
“Did you tell him anything? Does he know where you live? You haven’t given him any money, have you?” she asked worriedly.
The answer was a resounding no to all, and she ensured her friend that was the last time she would EVER be talking to him again. She deleted the app, blocked his number, and put his whole existence out of sight and out of mind. You know Zuri had to tell Tonya. After her initial shock, they belly laughed at the situation.
“Bitch can you believe this!?” Zuri said to her over the phone.
“I told you not to text him back!” Tonya laughed.
But that would not be the last of Emmanuel, oh no. 2 years after this whole debacle; Zuri was on Facebook, and got a friend request and a message from none other than…Emmanuel! Mind you, Zuri has not spoken to him since she deleted that app. She was floored. After perusing through his Facebook (come on, you know she had to), she found out that he had not only moved to Florida (surprise surprise) but that he had gotten married to an American born woman only a few months earlier! And they just had a baby, who was only about a month old! Zuri sat at her computer and bust out laughing! At this point it was comical, but she could not believe what she was seeing. He was determined to get to America one way or another.
Moral of the story, Zuri is not Stella and she no longer is going on vacations to get her groove back.
By Mackenzie
A whole semester and a summer break had passed since Noah rejected Bailey’s attempt to kiss him. Chris was still a thing of the past and Bailey and Noah were still “friends” despite the situation. Although they would flirt with each other from time to time, nothing between them ever went any further than slow dancing at the campus parties.
At this point, it’s winter time. There was ice on the ground from the last snow fall, but that didn’t stop Bailey from pulling out the short dress and heels for the weekend party. Her and her girls were ready to have a good time and dance the night away.
They made their way over to the Student Union Building where the party was already well underway. As usual, it reek of must and all the guys were already dripping with sweat. For the most part Bailey and her girls just danced with each other, but when a crush came along, no matter what they smelled like in the party, they danced.
By: Gena
All I want for Christmas is……. a date. Circa back to Christmas break 2010, when I was in my early 20s and everyone around me had a boyfriend. Not much has changed, but my level of comfort in the fact of the matter. It was early December and my BFF had told me straight up, “Bitch if you want a man, I can hook you up, but you have to be open minded.” Flickering back to Mariah Carey’s iconic holiday song, a main squeeze and a guaranteed gift (according to BFF) may have been the level of Christmas cheer I was missing. Without question, I was down. Especially, after looking at some of the fugliest and socially awkward men my friends were all currently dating. If homie was even remotely close to that, I’d fit in quite fine.
Then it happened. Dressed in leggings, ultra-short Uggs, and a baby doll blouse (HA!), I arrived to a suburban apartment complex, scared to ring the bell. It was my BFF’s boyfriend’s house and apparently, his brother had been waiting to meet me all day. Great way to kick off winter break— a fucking set up.
Poundcake Proverbs 