Come strong...or don't come at all

Sunday night, there was a knock at the door. It was one of my friends. She was not happy. I could tell as soon as I opened the door that she had something on her mind.

I knew why she was here.

She wanted to know when the phone calls started, and more importantly, why I didn't feel the need to tell her. She wanted to know when he called me and what was said, and how he really got my number. She was a little confrontational, but new that she bett'not cross my imaginary boundary. Cuz, if she did, she knew that she would leave here just as frustrated, if not more than when she knocked on my door.

She was also afraid that I would keep it real; that type of business is hard to discuss.

The only reason that she even got this far, is because she is not some random bitch off the street commin at me demanding to know what, if anything, I am doing with her man, but the funny thing is that she never asked me if I fucked him, she never asked if I entertained dating him.

I don't know if this is because she was sure that I didn't..or if she was sure that I did.

This is the same man that I posted about at the beginning of January. This fool was "hanging out" with one of my friends. He actually waited until she was asleep to go through her cell phone to get ALL of my numbers. I mean all of them. He called the boy's cell phone. I told him in no uncertain terms that I was not interested. But that didn't stop him from calling every once in a while to see if I had changed my mind.

I told one of my other girlfriends, and she suggested that I snitch him out. Only there were a few problems with that:

1) This fool is straight thuggin. I can't deal with no convicted criminal bringing drama to my door.
2) My friend said that there was nothing between them. She said this not once, not twice, but too many times to count.
3) I have no interest in him..if she is not with him, as SHE said she wasn't, then what is there to tell?

Exactly.

Well, it seems that one of my friends ran into him in a club. The friend stupid and drunk enough to call him out. And she did just that. She's lucky he didn't fuck her up right there. This is one of those chicks that got drunk courage. She gets a few drinks in here and thinks she can whoop anyone's ass. Yeah. It was none of her business. She was out of line. She was disrespectful.
AND..
She almost got fucked up.

The drama between her and I because of all this?
That's another story for another time.
But let's just say..her bullshit did not go without mention. ~evil grin~

So of course, he denied everything. That's what I expected. But the twist that I didn't expect?
He said that I was coming on to him, and that he is coming over here to "fuck me up" for startin shit.
Yep.
That's what he said.

So, basically, I am minding my own business. This asshole jacks my numbers from my friends phone. He calls me and I have no interest. And now I am getting fucked up. Ummm. How does that make any sense?
And..um..yeah..I'm afraid.

But just like I told her, and like I'll tell him...

Come strong, ghetto thug.
Cuz' you have no idea what I got over here waiting for you
and I got no problem handling my business.