When I was younger, I was seeing this girl from San Diego, well to do. I was working 3 jobs, and going to school. She wanted someone with more...(what's the word MOTI?) "swagger" more "thuggish". [You mean somebody other than you] She hit me up on Facebook a few months ago, three kids, unmarried. Not the happy person I met back then. She asked me if I was still single. I said happily, no. Everyone has their preference, but if one wants a thug, there are consequences for onces choice in mate. Apparently she watched too much BET, and thought her suburb upbringing needed to be more hood. She bought into the manufactured lie. "Brotha"/"sista" whatever. Maybe we should stop categorizing.
Plantation Negro MD tellin' on himself.Peep his little After-School-Special stereotypes. Smart Black Dude With Three Jobs vs. The Thug. Da da da daaaaaaaa.
A former black girlfriend who chose to be with another man instead of him ... "happened" to call "just the other day" . With three kids no less! Asking if "he's single".
Man GTFOH.
You one of them corny dudes didn't get no punany in high school. Now you hate sistas and invent these little Cornball Revenge Fantasies where you rub your medical degree in the face of Lecreisha Jackson or whomever it was that left you in college for a dude she actually felt.
That's what Stylistic peeped earlier. The insecurity.
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