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Today makes the 7 year anniversary of when I went on a date with a man with a crooked leg and he tried to play in my face later on. Facebook just reminded me lmfao
Y’all wanna hear the story?
OkSoBoom: How a Crooked Leg Man Played in My Face, a thread
So when I met dude (2013?), I was doing some temp job downtown where I just delivered documents. Met him at the Daley Center and he was sitting down at the desk. He started a convo, we got to talking, asked for my number, all that. Mind you, he still sitting down...
Soooo, I give him my number and he gets up and walks out from behind the desk. I notice he got a likkle limp to him and realized that he got a crooked leg. Ok, your leg shaped like an S. No biggie, you still a cool dude. Whatever.
So we go out a time or two, don't have no issues. I guess he started feeling himself because now he's talking more like we together. SLO' UP, MY GNARLED LEGGED FRIEND. Now THIS is where he starts tweaking...
Now we ain't never had sex or anything, just hanging out. So one day I'm walking in my hood with who is currently my child's father. Me and him weren't together, but we still hung out. Why we walking to the train and Sir Littlefoot drives past staring at us?!?!
So I'm cracking up for several reasons because 1) Dude don't live nowhere near my crib at all. Like at least a 30 minute drive from me. So wtf you just doing driving around here?! And 2) he saw us and was staring like IKYFLTM LMFAO
So he texts me like, oh I see what's going on here. I'm playing dumb like,
AGAIN, I'm not involved with either of these men. Just dating and having fun. Bro gets to going OFF on me like I'm cheating lmfao. He done called and snapping, basically calling me a hoe. I am CRYING LAUGHING because Rumpelstiltskin PLEASE
So I finally get in a word and I basically just tell him he played himself because bitch why you even driving around my house like this?! That's weird as hell. And then you mad I'm walking with a man. Don't know who the man even is, coulda been my whole brother.
So anyway, I basically call him a clown and he tries to play the role like "You doing this cuz of my leg!" Nah I ain't care about ya little crooked walk, bro. This is about you thinking you own a woman b/c you got me tater tots at Lucky Strike. Fuck outta here, Dobby.
So I stopped talking to him b/c he really tried to make it seem like I was some uppity and mean bitch when I went in public with you and that boomerang leg. And you stalked my house, got your feelings hurt, and never sniffed the kewnch. Hate to see it. End of story.
