So, I had a long conversation with my mom and dad yesterday evening about my “boyfriend dilemma.” Although I couldn’t see him through the phone, I could hear my dad cuttin’ up sideways. Ever the overprotective guardian that he is, my dad had to have jumped up out of his seat, because the first thing he said was: “Do I have to make a special trip to Mississippi just to whup all them boys’ asses?” I assured him that he didn’t have to, and then he says to me: “Natasha Renee Stewart, as far as I’m concerned, I am all the man that you’ll ever need—well, alongside your uncles, too—but I’m the first man, and as your daddy, I’ll be damned to hell before I let some jackass break your heart!”
That was sweet of Daddy to say, even though he went off on the deep end.
Now my mom, on the other hand, explained it to me the best way she knew how. She said: “Tasha, it’s okay if they ask you out and all, but you’re at Rust for a specific reason. Don’t let any of those sorry, pisspoor-ass boys deter you from your goal. Most of those sorry bastards will spit game at a girl and give her some empty-ass promises that ain’t worth a good damn, and next thing you know, the poor girl is lost without a cause. You stay focused on your studies and in due time, the right one will come along.”
There’s nothing like sound advice from Mom and Dad, but I didn’t even get a chance to ask their opinion of Ray Hernandez on account of I got sidetracked when they went on that tangent. I think I’ll call Auntie Cherri later this evening, and just to be safe, I had better talk to Gramma Jewel as well—she’s never let me down.
See you all later!
Hugs & Kisses,
Natasha
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