Aiight so I've been working trying to meet folks on Match and BlackPeopleMeet before the subscription expires in a few days.
Me: "Yeah hooray."
The convo on the ride home was nice. I was feeling him. I think he was feeling me. It was cool.
I called her when I got home to try to ask her what the hell was she thinking, but again all I heard were birds. In other words it was just pointless trying to talk to her. Whatever. Good night chick. I’ll know better next time.
What a mess.
Will I know better next time? YES!