So all that
happened from the jump off, again the normal person would be long gone by now,
but not me, good old gullible Nadia. We have now been dating, and I use this
term loosely, ‘exclusively’ for just three months when once again unbeknownst
to me, but apparently known to just about everyone else, Summer, a good old
freshman or as the men on campus would say ‘Fresh Meat,’ enters the
picture. Ain’t it a trip that once you find
you’re your man is cheating everybody and they momma come up to you talking
about, I knew it all along girl. Then
why the heck you didn’t tell me, I know now so you saying that is not the least
bit helpful, keep that ‘ish’ to yourself.
Anyway ladies it is at this point that it becomes clear that it is not our gender that lacks sanity, it is MEN. I did not ask for or hint at wanting to start
dating exclusively in the first place. I
was doing my own thing and he was doing his and we would catch up and go out
every now and then, I was fine with that.
He came up with all this be my girlfriend stuff on his own and my stupid
butt just agreed, and for the most part I stuck to it. Well low and behold during
Christmas break, when he has already been cheating on me with Summer for two
months (I was not aware of this at the time), he calls me and tells me he is now in love with me…..
(So lets pause reality for a second if you can call it that.
Men what exactly is the definition of
love to you, if you are able to express it unsolicited while currently cheating
on your said love? It’s like Tiger Woods
getting married when he know he is dipping his putter into anything white and
moving, what’s the logic? No one will say a word if you just remain single,
except being called a male whore every now and then but at least no one can
take half your money at the end of the day!
So why tell me you love me and you cheating me with someone else? When he uttered those words, I was all in…
because heck me being sane thought he was too) Ok, my bad, back to my story, so
I’m thinking, cool this dude is really feeling me so I will get emotionally
invested for real now, because I in no way, shape, or form pressured him into
expressing those feelings, so they must be genuine. He has poured his heart out, driving five
hours to meet my parents and spend time with my family, inviting me to be with
his family on their vacation. What else
am I supposed to take from that except that he is in it to win it. WRONG! Not so much five more months go by and its
summer again and I am getting ready to attend a chapter meeting for my
sorority, but I decide to check my email first.
Wow, RED FLAG number two is sitting and waiting in my inbox and it has ‘other girl’ written
all over it.
Ok so calling the "other girl" a red
flag is probably an understatement, this should more aptly be called a red Acme
mallet falling from the cliff making that screeching noise the whole way down,
and it reads:
Dear Nadia,
You
do not know me, but my name is Summer and I have been screwing your boyfriend
for the last seven months, yes your boyfriend Mark Lee Rhodes
(yeah… old girl used the full
government name)
I
can tell you where your boots are in the closet and where you keep your change
of clothes in the second drawer
(dang, what she do scope the entire
floor plan)
We
met while at band practice, I am a flag girl
(I be dag gon, he cheated on me
with a band geek, can this get worse)
He
initially said he didn’t have a girlfriend and everything started from there.
(‘initially’ meaning once she
figured out he did, she just didn’t give a damn). Sorry I had to tell you this
way, but I had to get off my chest, so you can stop walking around like you Mrs.
Rhodes.
(I know she didn’t say it, I know
she didn’t, this baton twirling geek got nerve…and apparently my man too, smh)
--Summer
Ps.
My number is 555.1162 if you want to talk
If I want to freaking talk, seriously? What do I want with you, I’m going to the
source. Ladies never and I repeat never waste your time on the female. All you
are going to end up looking like is a clueless fool if you go after her. Go
straight for the person that just made a fool out of yo ass. Like Cliff
Huxtable in the episode when Vanessa stayed out late with Roger…”Bring me the
Boy”…
I hate to date myself but this is
just before everybody and their momma had cell phones so I had to run to the
campus phone. Believe it or not, they
used to have phones all around campus where people phoned one another, and in
order to see caller id you had to buy a separate box to hook up to your
landline, you know when you didn’t have a phone in your pocketbook, and
whomever you called was forced to answer because you didn’t know who it could
be on the other end. When I called I told him to come pick me up
immediately because “we need to talk” –yes I used the age old code for, be
afraid fool be very afraid. He pulls up
and the look on his face is priceless, because he knows he is caught, but he
does not know for what offense yet.
Ladies, don’t ever fool yourself, there
is more than one offense, and guys are not as dumb as they sometimes want us to
believe and/or seem. If you don’t pull
out a picture and show them their birthmark they will deny it to the grave, and
still sometimes they will continue to deny with irrefutable evidence, prime
example…R. Kelly. So I step into the car
and get right to the point. “Who the
hell is Summer” still unsure of all the details that I have, he responds
“who?” You know darn well who…Summer
from band”, so now with is memory jogged he goes “oh yeah, Summer, she is a
flag girl, so what about her?” “You
better tell me before I tell you…”she cool people, I don’t know her that well
though”…I have pretty much had enough at this point and if I had a bat right
now, this negro would be shaking his head to the Jazmine Sullivan song ‘I bust
the windows out your car’ (had it been out that long ago that is) but let me
get back to the point…so I simply respond “is that right” while throwing the
email into his lap. It is at this point
where I go, what some of you might quantify as a little crazy, but nothing that
was not warranted under the circumstances.
I come up with some language that I didn’t know I had in my vocabulary
to express my feelings of the moment. However,
after my priceless performance, an even better performance ensues on his part. Yes, looking back old boy could have beat out
Denzel in Training Day, Cuba Gooding Jr, in Jerry Mcguire, and even Jamie Foxx
in Ray with his performance. This dude
starts crying, jumping around talking about how sorry he is and how he was not
thinking, he doesn’t know why he did it, and how he couldn’t go on in this
world if I left him. Ya’ll by the end of
this performance my dumb tail is holding him and consoling him. Ain’t that a trip? I remember sitting there thinking how in the
heck did this happen, he cheated on me for seven months when we had only been
dating for ten, but here I sit with his head in my lap consoling HIM. I was now questioning my own freaking sanity,
you have GOT to be kidding me. I needed
one of those outer body experiences with Lawrence Fishburn screaming ‘WAKE UP’
like at the end of School Daze. All that
big talk, all that crazy acting on my part and I took him back. Einstein said the very definition of being insane is doing
the same thing over and over again and expecting a different outcome, man I was
definitely insane. And you thought Red
Flag #1 was bad. People don’t judge me,
save that for the end of my story, remember I have a lot of “experiences.” This is just the beginning of my story, it
gets worse.
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