Chipotle

So Thursday I traveled beyond my norm...below Wilshire...below Venice to where I used to always hang out...no not in the hood...in Culver City. Don't even ask why I don't like to travel too far into that area, it just brings back some old memories. So anyways, my boyfriend and I got some food, sat outside and ate and people watched. We love to do that. He thinks I'm crazy because I like to make up little back stories for everyone. What can I say, I'm creative.


There is this guy sitting next to us, he was tall, looked creole, he had curly hair, a good looking pretty boy type. And he's with this little fluffy white dog. The dog kept fucking barking, and barking...I love animals, but my dog doesn't bark like that. He is trained. But this dog was going nuts. I guess it was because his owner was inside, the guy's chick.


So she comes out, serving him food, and she even says, "I'm like your waitress." She was loving it. She was darker, with dreadlocks, she looked very earthy in my opinion. Like India Arie, before she cut off all her hair. I'm thinking, why is she with this pretty boy guy, this wanna be guy. This is the story I'm making up, right, but they are completely fitting in to everything that I thought.


He wanted to know what she ordered for him, he complained that she got him pinto beans and not black beans, and he should have gone in there an ordered for himself, etc... The whole time I'm thinking, why is she, a beautiful Nubian princess, even with such an asshole like that. Man, she brought you food, that is what I wanted to tell him. She didn't have to. Because I would have sat outside and watched the dog, while my man ordered for me, and took care of me, like he does. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind cooking for him, serving him and doing things for him, but I like that shit reciprocated.

I don't believe in the one way relationship. That is how people end up getting cheated on. And that is for real. He gets up the nerve to eat the food, I mean shit, she already fucked up his order, meanwhile as she is getting situated with the dog on her lap and making sure he has all the proper hot sauce that he needs, he is so busy checking out every girl that walks by, any girl in his parameter, me included.


Now I wanted to slap him...because his pissy attitude upset me, and he reminded me of my ex-boyfriend, who was a pretty boy too. But you know, I can't get involved in other people's bullshit, I had to learn the hard way. And unfortunately, she is a lot older than I was, when I went through the same shit. Waiting hand and foot for a man. That is out. And I could have possibly imagined the whole thing, because I have that type of imagination. I make something out of nothing...all the time. That is one of my greatest attributes and flaws all in one.


My take on the situation, is that she doesn't think she is worthy enough to find a man that is so into her, he forgets about himself for a minute. A man that stares at her, and not anyone else. A man that will kiss her feet and lay out rose petals on the ground she walks in. A man she can respect and look to for business and financial advice because he has his shit together. That is the type of man that she needs to know she is worth. Not some fucking pretty boy who can't even afford shoes better than some old ass dingy whitish/yellow Adidas. Ha!

I love my man


Holla!