Why I'm Single.

Marilyn and I went to visit RamRod at UJs one Friday night to have a drink. One drink turned into 6 and the next thing we know, we're standing in the middle of the dance floor watching white girls try to drop it like it was hot. Not a pretty picture. It was only 11:15 when we decided to head home... damn. Old asses.

We parted ways at the Ballston metro - her going towards East Falls Church, me going towards Clarendon. As I'm sitting on the bench next to a couple who couldn't keep their hands off of each other, a group of guys approached me and asked me to take their picture. The one that handed me the camera was, from what I could tell, very attractive. Pretending that I was somewhat camera illiterate, I carefully zoomed in onto the boy and realized that he was, in fact, VERY attractive. After casual converstaion and the exchanging of numbers, I walked to 7-11 and grabbed a Gatorade (yes, JUST a gatorade).

Here's the run down:
5'7'' ( too short)
athletic build
milk chocolate skin
grey eyes
straight white teeth
smelled like heaven
major bling in both ears
name = Terrell

He finally texted me while I was in SanFran. Pet peeve #1. If you want to get to know a girl, call them, don't text.
First line of the text: Hey Sweetheart, it's Terrell.
Pet peeve #2. Guys that call random girls sweetheart. Don't do it.
This guy was over before he had even started. But, being high off of the SanFran salty air, I politely told him I would call him when I can home... in a week.

I never called. But he did... well, he texted. And I was at work and completely bored, so I humored him in a witty banter.

Here's some more about him:
He was 23 (ugh, too young).
He lived in Hoodbridge.
With his parents.
Part-time bagged groceries at the commissary (pretty lucrative actually)
Called me a cougar when he found out I was 27.

And then... just as I think it couldn't get any worse:

Terrell: So, do you have any kids?
Me: No. Do you?
Terrell: I may or may not. You can never be too sure with these skanky girls nowadays.

Click.