"Hi" - He smiles.

I Smile "Hey"

"I was wondering, i saw you from across the yard, and you haven't danced all night" - says

"Yeah, I....I Don't dance, not like these people do" - I say and look around at all the grinding and dry humping going on around me.

It was a summer night, I was hot but not sweating; rocking the hottest outfit at the party with my hair freshly washed and set. I had the fresh face, meaning no make-up, not even a hint of eye liner. Just Vaseline. I was rocking that fragrance called ...Soap. Obviously I didn't want to be here to begin with, but somehow some way Angie (my best friend at the time) managed to drag me here.

"Lol, so what are you saying, your too good for us common folk" - Still flashing a row of perfect white teeth. (I have a weakness like you wouldn't believe for a great smile)

"Nah, I'm not saying that at all, i just don't, i guess I'm more reserved, or maybe even too shy" - still looking around trying to avoid eye contact.

"Well My name's Mike, whats yours" - he says as he extends his hand. As a Girl, growing up in Coney Island, East new York - Brooklyn, And South Jamaica Queens, I didn't know what that hand was for.

"Shenda" - I reply and finally realize that this young man was trying to shake my hand. Major points.

"Lol you looked confused" - he says bopping his head to Jigga, My Nigga

"I Apologize, I'm just not used to guys shaking my hand, especially not from the east" (The section of Brooklyn we were in that night) - I reply as i finally took a quick glance at him and noticed how gorgeous he was in the face. He also had that bad boy look, something about that bad boy look, demeanor, it turned me ON.

"Its cool, so Shenda, why would your boyfriend walk away and leave you unaccompanied in this little corner, at a backyard bash full of eager men, I know you see the wolves eyeing you" he chuckles and points to a group of guys, some I knew from high school, some I knew from the neighborhood, and a couple I had never saw in my life; they were all staring me down as if I were a piece of meat; which I'm sure I was to them.

"Hey, Mike is it?" He nods yeah, "Yeah, well Mike, I personally don't like guys who beat around the bush and try to disguise what they're plans really are. If you want to know something just ask it." - I said as i searched for Angie.I saw her all hugged up on some random Jamaican guy with too tight skinny jeans. "Excuse Me" - and began to walk away.

"Shenda, umm before you go, I was wondering if you had a boyfriend, a man, or someone you were seeing, whatever it is that you girls call it these days, and if not, could i get your number and call you sometime." - he blurted out, it would have fallen on deaf ears but he managed to say it all before the Jamaican DJ started yelling "Bummbbaaaccllooootttttt" loudly into the microphone which traveled through the giant Bose speakers in a friends backyard, and echoed off of the cement walls enclosing us in the yard. He managed to say something else but i couldn't make it out because the DJ was now yelling

"Me Nuh Wan See No BLOODCLOT PUSSYHOLE Chi-Chi Man Do Nuh Dutty Whine"

I Walked closer - "What'd you say, this bootleg ass Bobby conders yelling in my ear and shit i didn't hear you"

He smiled that award winning smile again which was obviously contagious because i smiled, and didn't know where the hell that came from.

"I Said, your entirely too cute for me to not at least TRY to get to know"

I held my hand out "Give me your phone"

He handed over a sidekick, how typical of a Brooklyn Dude to have a sidekick. I just dialed one of my 3 cellphone numbers, the one i always pick up, handed him his phone back and walked off.

We met a couple of times, had dinner, he never tried anything crazy, and never made me feel like less than a lady. Eventually, I don't know what happened but we kind of fell off. He went his way and i went mines. I found myself asking ..."Whatever happened to Mike"

I Don't know. maybe he's a doctor, a lawyer, a politician, a drug dealer, in prison, dead (I hope not) or moved to another country....

Until, I walked into him in Lennox mall in Atlanta.

Who would have known that 6 years later i would run into my high school sweet heart who never was, in the same mall that i happened to be shopping in. I didn't know what to do, speak, say hi, ask him if he remembered me.

I didn't know what to say, or how he would react so ...... i stood there.

I didn't say a word, I let him walk past me, and into the arms of another........man.

I will refrain from Putting His Real AIM Screen Name because I Know of some Brooklyn People who read my blog who may know him. He's A Really Popular Guy In East New York (Or So I've Heard, Shit I Dont Believe In Popular People Just Like You Dont Believe In Santa Claus When You Have Kids)

Anyway so Me and my homeboy are talking VIA Aim. He doesnt usually hit me up so this nigga must be bored So i decide to entertain his fucking boredom like the great American Citizen and Good Deed Do-er That I Am (Because Maybe His Boredom Can Entertain MY Boredom is the real reason) Anyway I Decided to ask about his Daughter....

Dead Beat Dad To Be (11:58:42 PM): wassup
Super W0maan (11:59:30 PM): hey
Dead Beat Dad To Be (11:59:58 PM): how u
Super W0maan (12:00:38 AM): im good how u
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:00:46 AM): im gr8
Super W0maan (12:02:06 AM): thats wassup LOL hows the baby girl?
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:02:18 AM): she good gettin big
Super W0maan (12:02:18 AM): you been being a good dad
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:02:22 AM): duh
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:02:25 AM): yea
Super W0maan (12:02:28 AM): aww thats wassup lol
Super W0maan (12:03:21 AM): everybody has a baby now, im feeling kinda jealous LOL until i asked to baby sit my cousin's baby
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:03:44 AM): oh lol
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:03:56 AM): how old is ur cousins baby
Super W0maan (12:03:58 AM): she had me up ALL NIGHT, anyway what you been up to
Super W0maan (12:04:02 AM): 4 months
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:04:06 AM): oh ok
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:04:13 AM): lol
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:04:20 AM): i been chillin n workin
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:04:34 AM): havin babies is not a good thing at all
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:04:45 AM): ppl havin kids for da wrong reason
Super W0maan (12:06:09 AM): i feel you. so did you have a baby for the right reason?
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:07:27 AM): no i didnt
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:07:32 AM): i didnt want her
Super W0maan (12:07:49 AM): awww but i know you happy now that she here
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:08:00 AM): yes n no
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:08:02 AM): not really
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:08:09 AM): but im here for her tho
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:08:15 AM): i wanted 2 wait
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:08:28 AM): but u kno how females r
Super W0maan (12:08:50 AM): WELL you keeping it real, and thats whats up be there for ya kid, not JUST financially either, be there emotionally
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:09:00 AM): yea i am
Super W0maan (12:09:04 AM): and YEAH i know how females are but you fellas gotta be more carefull
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:09:07 AM): but its not that easy tho
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:09:18 AM): especially since i didnt want her
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:09:24 AM): but i do love her tho
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:09:32 AM): but its a weird feeling
Super W0maan (12:10:28 AM): i know what you saying, maybe eventually it'll change
Super W0maan (12:10:32 AM): idk
Super W0maan (12:10:50 AM): i dont even want kids i mean i loveeeee other peoples kids but i dont think i want my own NO TIME SOON
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:11:01 AM): idk if its gon change
Dead Beat Dad To Be (12:11:15 AM): cuz my daughter almost 1 and i still feel this way

Eventually the conversation trickled off into what kind of Clothes detergent we use and how he likes doing laundry and shit, YOU KNOW The exciting shit. Anyway. I know i call him a dead beat dad and all but hey thats what he sounds like he'll eventually be. On the other hand i mean he was being real. He was expressing real feelings and its true that alot of females know it takes two to have a baby and they throw that shit in a mans face like he raped her and MADE her dumb ass have a baby. When he dont want to take care of the baby she goes "You aint shit i aint make this baby by myself", when in all reality ALOT of you bitches (I Mean Females) Dont get pregnant alone but you DO MAKE THE CHOICE TO KEEP THE BABY ON YOUR OWN BY YOUR DAMN SELF. It doesnt Justify what a dead beat dad does but SHIT BITCH (I Mean Young Lady) You made the decision to have the baby by yourself despite the fact that this nigga ( I mean Young Man) TOLD YOU that he didnt want a baby so now since you making decisions and shit on your own dont be mad when you have to RAISE THE CHILD ON YOUR OWN. Dont Complain Bitc..I Mean Young Lady...

Im going to punch this bitch in her mouth if she calls my phone one more time.
If he's your man then you shouldnt have to ask me about his whereabouts. Thats like me asking you where's my wallet......

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Brooke is about to come out.

** I have no idea if that's a woman so please don't think i posted tits on the site. I honestly think that's a man. I don't know, but whatever.

I'm walking through the mall right, so i walk up to my home boy named butterfly [he does some BOMB ass Makeup at the MAC counter where i used to buy my lip gloss from] From time to time I'll still buy some luster or lip glass from there because of a certain color that i want [beaux]. I've never really tried their make up because i don't wear make up and i would end up looking like bozo the clown trying to put that stuff on because i wouldn't know what i was doing. ANYWAY, so butterfly and I were sitting and conversing about how business was for him, he was saying how plenty of people come by to get there faces made up for free, BUT don't come back to buy anything. I'm like "damn butta its hard out here for a pimp ain't it?" He shook his head and asked me if i wanted my face done.

Anyway The economy has caused alot of us to NOT be able to do things that we used to do. Like that Caramel Machiatto from Starbucks [over priced ass coffee], or that book on the Philadelphia crime mob [damn i wanted that book so bad].

Its getting hard out here for a pimp...

What have you been putting back on the shelf or not purchasing because of the economy crisis?

Me personally, I'm a college student and like most college students I'm always broke LOL. If i had [alot of] money i'd be balling outta control buying stuff. Its like Kat Williams said :
"yall better buy yall some nice expensive sh*t before the depression actually does hit"
That's My kind of attitude.