Oh No, Not Again
On Wednesday, I was on my way to MacArthur to tutor the girls bball team because their coach said they really needed help. As I was driving, I passed a car and the driver honked the horn. I didn't pay any attention to it but after a few minutes I checked my rearview to see of the person was honking at me. I looked and looked at the car and it kind of looked familiar, but I wasn't quite sure until it got closer. It looked like it was Coach, but I couldn't really tell and I didn't want to get caught tryna scope somebody out in my rearview mirror. So I kept going and as I turned the corner the car kept going. I guess it wasn't him.
I parked my car, got my things and was headed to the door when a car pulls up in front of me and low and behold Coach is staring me in the face like he's seen a ghost. "What are you staring at me like that for," was all I could manager to say. I was at a loss for words. He told me I dropped off the face of the earth, couldn't call him, blah, blah, blah. I simply told him that my number had not changed, so he could have called me. I then proceeded to tell him that I wasn't gonna chase no man, so if he wanted me he needed to show me. He's a talkative guy and likes for the world to know what's going on with him, so he started talking about how he was just released from the hospital and he had a rash that they thought was staph and that things are better now and he needs me in his life, blah, blah, blah.
He asked me for my phone number and I gave it to him. He called my phone to make sure I had his and then he reached for my hand. I took his hand and he pulled me closer and decided to put his other hand on my waste. Ugh, why'd he do that. He kept talking about how he bought a new house and he needs me and how beautiful I was and blah, blah, blah, and I simply told her, "Don't play with me." "I"m not playing, believe, I'm not." The convo ended because I needed to get to tutoring.
It's been 4 days and I have not gotten a call yet. I'm not sure if he's been admitted to the hospital again, lost his phone, lost my number, or what, but he has not called. At first I was a little ticked. He keeps playing with my emotions. But now I wish he won't call. Actually, I wish I could have told him that I was involved or something to get me off the hook from having to give him my number. I wasn't thinking fast enough.
Since then, I've been playing sad love songs:
I parked my car, got my things and was headed to the door when a car pulls up in front of me and low and behold Coach is staring me in the face like he's seen a ghost. "What are you staring at me like that for," was all I could manager to say. I was at a loss for words. He told me I dropped off the face of the earth, couldn't call him, blah, blah, blah. I simply told him that my number had not changed, so he could have called me. I then proceeded to tell him that I wasn't gonna chase no man, so if he wanted me he needed to show me. He's a talkative guy and likes for the world to know what's going on with him, so he started talking about how he was just released from the hospital and he had a rash that they thought was staph and that things are better now and he needs me in his life, blah, blah, blah.
He asked me for my phone number and I gave it to him. He called my phone to make sure I had his and then he reached for my hand. I took his hand and he pulled me closer and decided to put his other hand on my waste. Ugh, why'd he do that. He kept talking about how he bought a new house and he needs me and how beautiful I was and blah, blah, blah, and I simply told her, "Don't play with me." "I"m not playing, believe, I'm not." The convo ended because I needed to get to tutoring.
It's been 4 days and I have not gotten a call yet. I'm not sure if he's been admitted to the hospital again, lost his phone, lost my number, or what, but he has not called. At first I was a little ticked. He keeps playing with my emotions. But now I wish he won't call. Actually, I wish I could have told him that I was involved or something to get me off the hook from having to give him my number. I wasn't thinking fast enough.
Since then, I've been playing sad love songs:
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