get it shawty

I got holla'd at today.

it was an interesting experience. since moving into the new crib i haven't had to deal with much overt holleration. I've gotten whistles from cars driving by but as far as talking goes? nothing. I'd forgotten what it was like.

Well not really, but you know what i mean.

At any rate i was bit surprised as i was walking up the front walk to hear:

D_____M! shorty...you fine. Can i talk to you for a sec?

The 2 dudes walking up the street decided to talk to me. Well at least one of them did. He was cute...ish. Obviously young though. Probably somewhere between 19-21. Both too young, and even if they weren't i wouldnt be interested.

Me: "uh...no thanks" *wry smile*

Him: "what, you got a man? You know he aint handlin that right."

me: "lol" (no i didn't really say lol...but i did laugh in my head) outwardly it was more like:

me: "... " "no really i'm good. thanks."

him: "ok...you still fine as f____k though."

And that was it, no protracted discussion, no him saving face by all of a sudden him calling me names, none of that.

Approach. Denial. Acceptance.

I'm embarrassed to say that it was kind of a let down that he took it in stride though. I was gearing myself up for a confrontation which never came.

I did feel prettier when i walked in the door. Nothing like being hollered at to give the ol ego a boost.


Welcome to the neighborhood. You're not really moved in until you've been approached to by a native.


And in honor of they young whippersnappers who made my early evening:

The great Lloyd A.K.A the cutest singing muppet EVAR