A guilty pleasure of mine, is the show 'Cheaters'. I KNOW! It’s yours too???!!!
LOL
No, but for real. The raw emotion that is witnessed from the victim makes for EPIC TV. In most cases, I watch, and feel like...'Damn. Sure sucks to be them.' OR 'OMG!!! GTFOHWTBS!!'
Really.
Anyway, here is a little story about the first time I realized I was being cheated on...
(Not sure if I should use names, so yeah. Alias. * means fake, Ok?)
It was 1st semester, 2nd year. (I won’t say Freshman, Sophomore, Junior or Senior year...cuz I spent WAY more time than necessary in school. GO MSU!)
After dinner in the refac everyone gathered to the back of Rawlings. Shoot the shit. Catch up on the gossip. Meet with the homies to go the gym. Whatever it was. This was the meeting place. A 'let out' of sorts from the cafeteria, if you will.
I'm sitting with my friends. Gabbing. Doing what we do best and THERE he was.
THE cutest and most plump of light skinned greatness I had seen SINCE...Summer break. (I had a moment where I REALLY liked big dudes. Like, infatuated. I got that love from Cedric The Entertainer. *goosebumps* That man is FAHN! I love that extra-large piece of dark chocolate!)
He was a new student. (Morgan is not that huge. You kinda had a feeling of who was who cuz we pretty much knew each other. Even if you didn't speak to them...you knew who they were.)
Anyway, (this is where things may become fuzzy. It’s been a long time since I’ve thought about this) after Summer break, I realized my 'power' and became pretty confident in my first impression skills. No bragadociousness. At all. Just after missing out on all the cuties in HS, I realized that I had to go for what I liked and wanted when I was ready. Not the other way around. No mas.
I approached him. Not sure if it was THAT very day or a few days later. Either way, I know that I made the first move.
His name was Anthony*.
Over the course of a week or so, I introduced him to all of my friends. You know, cuz that's how you make a new student feel welcomed, right? *rolls eyes* *giggles*
He hit it off with them all. ESPECIALLY the guys. In this small world of ours, there are connections everywhere.
Ok.
He was pretty much the boo thang right off jump. Got along with everyone. Open-minded. Talented (he used to sing, or something). Creative (he was an artist too). And he was, AGAIN, the cutest lil butterball ever. Wore these black, thick rimmed glasses (another thing I liked) and he dressed different. (I like ALL things different. I'm an Aquarius and self-proclaimed weirdo. So, different entices me.) We spent lots of time together. He was fun to be around. We dated for about 6 months. I think.
Again, fuzzy memories.
Where things got different...
One day, before class, I decided to visit him at his dorm. (he lived on the first level of Baldwin. The RA's knew me and most times, I didn't have to sign in.) I walk in the building, say whats up to the RA on Duty at the desk, and he stops me in my tracks.
Me? I look around like, whats up? He says, I can’t go there today. Josh is sick or something.
LOL. Ok. I'm the GF, right? Let me go check on my punkin.
No haps. He would NOT let me go.
I'm not...well I WASN'T the arguing type, so I said cool.
Took a glance at the sign-in sheet and saw, next to his room number, a name. Scribble. But I saw a name. No problem. I'll address it later with him.
At dinner, I tell my girls what happened earlier in the day. Hell breaks loose.
See? My friends are natural born investigators. And I am THANKFUL to have met these women cuz they taught me a lot.
I tell Stacy*, Stephanie*, Sheila* and Patricia* what happened and we ALL go to the dorm after dinner. No 'let out' chillin for us.
Wait. Not true. We go to the gym. As certified gym rats, that's what we did.
Dinner.
Let out.
Gym. (Gym Rats=Honorary Group of Girls that talked shit to ALL the ball players. It’s what we did. And we did it well. TOO well. I'll share my claim to Gym Rat fame another time.)
We hit the dorm after.
So, I again, make my way to his room. Stopped. SMH What is really going on? As I plead my case to get in, Stacy or Stephanie checked the sign-in sheet to see whose name it was.
Got it.
We roll out.
Now, I don't particularly remember ole girl’s name. But, I knew who she was.
Now, ALL God's creatures are beautiful. In their OWN way. (May Allah forgive me) But even on my WORST day, I was prettier than her. (Now that I'm older, I realize that looks are not everything. Sure. But...NOT in 1998)
Anydamnway, I couldn't believe this bamma was messing with HER behind my back. *rolls eyes* Ok. So, it was never confirmed at that time, but, all signs AND my stomach told me otherwise.
So, those homies of mine that I introduced him to, SMH, they kept the secret from me.
Like, they ALL did.
SIGH (flashbacks of a scorned young bittie just entered my soul)
For about 2 weeks, my girls and I investigated.
AND...we got the truth!
What we did next, I am not proud of. So I will not disclose said scheme. But it was a doozy.
Took lots of time, acting skills and major knowledge of MS Word and Excel. I learned LOTS in college!
Anyway, the rumor mill made him out to be an asshole. I felt vindicated.
Still, hurt tho. Not really cuz he cheated. But that my friends lied to keep his confidence.
I mean, I understand 'The Code' and all, but I just didn't see how messing with a girl that looked like the bottom of my worst pair of Chucks, made him feel like 'the man'. *shrug*
Whatevs.
He dropped out of school. Ole sucka ass negro couldn't think straight cuz of all the puss he was gettin. Failed right on out. His mama didn't play that. When I saw him packing his shit up, another ugg mugg was helping him. LOL This bamma couldn't make a come-up to save his life.
Oh well.
I haven't seen him since.
I haven't thought about him or this situation in YEARS. But, I wonder how he made out in life. From what I know, he probably coulda been part of one of the greatest entourage in DC. LMAO
Fucktard.
Shout out to Jim* and Steve*! Hey y'all, HEY!!
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