The last few weeks been crazy: fake working, paying bills, writing, networking and traveling.
On a recent trip OT to Harrisburg for a frat party. I had some blue juice in me, shots of henny and bacardi, and some herbal essence to get me "there".
I was feeling good.
Upon going into the party I noticed that most of the black women were on the periphery (outside for GED recipients) of the party with glasses in hand trying to look fake classy knowing they still got black gel under their fingernails.
Anyway me and my frat bro/partner in crime Martin decided to get the party poppin the best way we knew how: Dance with the Fat girls and old heads.
After showing love to them we decided we get the rest of the women on the dancefloor. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
They employed such deplorable tactics such as fake dancing with niggas and walking off, saying no thanks, backing away, etc...
This was happening to niggas all night.
It got to the point where many of my brothers chalked the night with the dreaded phrase niggas never wanna hear.
"Man these bitches is stuck up"
I talked to my bros outside and said "If chicks don't wanna enjoy their time with niggas in the party then why fuckin come?"
This doesn't just happen in Harrisburg. It happens everywhere.
Why the fuck are chicks tryna make life decisions on the dancefloor? Are you tryna pick a husband outta this group? Are ya'll having a bitter bitch night? Why don't you wanna have fun?
Wassup. Let a nigga know.
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Written by Grits (@gritscapone)
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