Woman's Intuition At Age 18

Hi, Everyone!

So, check this out, y’all: I may just be through with “Rich Dawg” altogether. Do you know that he approached me wrong again? Let’s put it this way: He was better off calling me “Li’l Mama” than what he did over the weekend.

He asked me out on another date, and I told him that I couldn’t go out with him on account of finals were coming up. He looks at me and says, “You know, if you don’t wanna go out with me, just say so! You ain’t gotta be makin’ up no excuses!”

Now, I was angry and wanted to snap back, but instead, I said nothing and just looked at him. Gramma Jewel once told me that if two people get into an argument, you can always tell who the fool is via their obnoxious and outlandish behavior. Well, judging by those words of wisdom, Richard was making such an ass out of himself that I couldn’t help but laugh in his face. Of course, he asked me what was so funny, and I simply said, “I think your parents made a mistake by sending you to college.”

Almost immediately, people started laughing at him. I almost felt sorry for him, but then I got to thinking: I meant every word of it and I sure as hell wasn’t about to take it back! The best comeback he could think of was: “Are you callin’ me stupid?” And I guess that I’ve inherited my quick wit from every female in my family, because I said, “You’re the only one I know named ‘Rich Dawg,’ so you tell me!”

And with that, I smiled and walked off. When I turned back around, he was just standing there—still looking stupid.

I didn’t know a woman’s intuition could be gained at age 18. It’s funny how things come into the light. Truth be told, I was better off having never gone out with Richard a couple of weeks ago; he was nothing more than a glorified dog-and-pony show, complete with smoke and mirrors. Thank God that the teachings of my mom, Auntie Cherri, and Gramma Jewel are keeping me close, especially considering that I’m over sixteen hundred miles away from home. At this juncture, my heart is still beating for my high school crush.

Well, I gotta get going. Holla tomorrow, y’all!

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha