The Comparison Report

Boy #1’s sister called me when she got off work and said, “Where you been?” I said, “Work, school, blog, and work. Where you been? I called you the other day.” She said, “Work!” I said, “Yeah, I figured that. Because Lord knows you don’t go anywhere.” She said, “Whatever happened to the State Trooper guy?” I said, “We been out a few times and when I say out I mean planted in front of his living room television, channel surfing since the last time I spoke with you.” She said, “You don’t sound excited about it.” I said, “It’s not exciting.” She said, “Then why you hanging out with him?” I said, “Because he’s not a bad guy…it’s just…I don’t know.” She said, “Oh, you want Mr. Congeniality! You’re 25 now and you’re still somewhat on the scene, but trust me when you get my age what you want in a man will change. You’re going to want his butt to stay home.” I said, “Hell, I want him to stay home now. Just not all the damn time! I’m not trying to be like an old married couple sitting on the porch every day.” She said, “We can solve this problem. Just date a white man.” I laughed and said, “How is that solving the problem?” She said, “I don’t know. It seems like it would solve it though.”

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Is He Boring or Do I Like Drama?

I went to lunch with my co-worker one Tuesday afternoon. After a few minutes of small talk she said, “What ever happened with Officer Cutie?” I said, “I’m not interested.” My co-worker said, “Already?” I said, “He’s boring.” She said, “What do you mean boring?” I said, “I need excitement. I want to laugh. I don’t want to hang out with somebody that makes me think of everything else that I could be doing while I’m in their company.” My co-worker said, “What you need a person that will do magic tricks when you’re around?” I laughed and said, “Nooo.”

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Off Duty with Officer Cutie

I arrived at the Ale House at 11:30PM and Officer Cutie was at the bar. I sat next to him and said, “I don’t know why I expected you to be in uniform.” He laughed and said, “Hell nah, I get out of that as soon as I get home.” I said, “How was work?” He said, “It was good. I only gave out one ticket today.” I said, “Speaking of tickets do you guys have to make a quota each month?” He laughed and said, “No. The only time you have to make a quota is if you’re working overtime hours because they want to know that you are doing something. You have to give out like 2 citations.” I said, “Really? Because I promise at the end of the month ya’ll be staked out on the 408, I4, and 429.”

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Officer Cutie

I was searching new releases in the Red Box when a tall, dark skin, clean cut, police officer stood behind me. I said, “Are you just returning because you can go ahead my indecisive self will be standing at this box for the next 20 minutes trying to figure out which movie I want.” He smiled and said, “Nah, you good.” I looked him up and down and was more than impressed. I thought, “He is fine.”

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Stood Up!

 I left my house and it was sunny and hot outside, but the closer I got to the downtown area the darker the sky got. I parked in the parking garage and got out my car so I could look over the balcony at the rainy weather. I called Kendra and said, “Maybe we should grab a bite to eat at The Cheesecake Factory and hopefully once we’re done eating the rain would have cleared up.” Kendra said, “Okay, I’m just passing downtown so we should get there the same time if you’re leaving downtown right now.” Continue reading “Stood Up!” »

Watching the Throne with The International Player

I walked around Target’s CD section and there was no “Watch the Throne” album in sight. I walked up to an employee and said, “Where can I find the new Jay-Z and Kanye album?” He held out his hand and said, “Right here.” I said, “Now how are they supposed to sell albums and you don’t even have them out on the shelves?” He laughed and said, “They will be out on the shelf when our customers get here. Nobody told you to show up at the crack of dawn. I just opened the box right before you approached me.” I laughed and said, “Thanks. Have a good day.”

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The Talk

I heart Shantara. She was the first girl I met when I moved to Tallahassee in the fall of 2004. She’s sweet, lovable, very smart, and hilarious. We always say our friendship is shallow. It’s not that we don’t have in-depth or serious conversations it’s just our comical sides always feed off each other so every conversation turns into a stand-up comedy session.

The Ex-NFLer

My older brother called me to see how my week had been going. I told him about what happened to me earlier at The Cheesecake Factory. He said, “Why you don’t want to go to the bowling alley?” I said, “I don’t know. I just don’t feel like it.” He said, “Ebony, you’re crazy! All you’re doing at home is watching reruns of some television show and snacking on junk food.” I said, “Nooo! I was looking at myself in the mirror with my new bra I just bought from Victoria’s Secret.” My older brother said, “Annd?” I said, “Watching reruns of Sex and the City on E! and eating packets of Gushers.” My brother said, “Just go.” I laughed and said, “I do have some cute jean shorts and a brown see-through shirt that would probably look great with bowling shoes. I’ll call you back later this week because The Assistant said they would be at the bowling at 7:30 and it’s 7:30 now, so I need to get ready.”

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The Assistant

I was sitting at the bar at The Cheesecake Factory thumbing through their lunch menu. An older woman said, “Honey, don’t order the Cobb salad it sooo big. You’ll never finish it.” I said, “I was looking at the Salisbury steak.” She said, “It’s delicious.” I figured she needed somebody to talk to, so I said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t get your name?” In her strong southern accent she said, “Sandy.” I held out my hand and said, “I’m Ebony. Nice to meet you Ms.Sandy.” Sandy said, “Honey, just call me Sandy.” I laughed and said, “Okay Sandy.”

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I Am Not My Hair!…I Think.

Marie and I went to dinner at Ocean Prime one Saturday evening. The last time I saw Marie was a few months ago. I was completely shocked to see her short haircut. I said, “You look different.” She said, “You’re use to seeing me with long extensions.” I said, “That is true! I never saw you without super long hair. I like the cut though.”

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