I don’t feel like doing a hardcore thread but bro. after ol dude (I forgot what I named him) fought his boss at that club on 420,

That nigga came and stepped a foot in my car. And I was like “......wyd”

Remember?

He’s talking about “I thought we were gonna smoke”

I’m hesitant because I was supposed to take my mom somewhere early the next morning. I ain’t want the car smelling like weed.

I’m like “we gotta smoke wit the windows down and move quick so I have time to air it out”

He gets in.

Then starts looking around MY car.

I’m like “.....what are you looking for...”

Ol dude: sumn to roll up on

Me: ......so.. why don’t you.. ask?

Ol dude: *silence*

Then he found my POETRY journal behind my seat, picked it up, and placed it on his lap...

I snatched that shit off his lap.

I told him to roll up on that damn takeout box from the food truck he went to. Because tf.

He starts rolling up.

Lord. It’s 420 and the nigga had ONE bud of weed. No grinder. Just clumps of broken up weed.

1 backwood. All stem. Stale.

I’m watching him roll.. I’m in disgust.

I no longer wanted to match him. After all that commotion... the fight with his boss... I was just... turned off AND it was late.

I wanted to go home.

I’m like “....aye... don’t worry about it. I’m tired anyway.”

This man deadass let out a deeeeep ass breath like he was frustrated. Lmao.

He’s like “alright, I can just roll up at my next gig”

Apparently he worked 2 clubs that night or sumn.

I’m like “bet!”

& then we both sat in silence.

His ass was still sitting in my passenger.

So I’m like “......what’s up?”

You know? Hinting that I was confused as to why he was.. still there...in my car. Lol.

He’s like “..you need directions?”

I could’ve stabbed this man in his throat.

“Directions to where?” I ask

He names the club...

I’m like

I’m like “no.. I’m not... linking with you there.. I’m... going home”

Lmao. Tf. It was late but I could still face one when I got home. I was trying to get the fuck out of there.

He was like “..? I thought we agreed that we was going to both clubs?”

Nigga.. who agreed?

Now at this point it was raining! And it was kinda cold. He’s like “Aw damn, well... can you drop me off?”

I ain’t say shit because I COULDNT say shit. Who did this man think I was?

He continues “I’ll slide you some gas money.. & instead of me waiting for an Uber”

Lol. Boy.

I felt bad for some reason so I asked for the address.

It was less than 10 minutes away and in the direction of my crib so I was like ok fuck it.

I went on ahead and started the navigation and start driving.

Sigh.

It was silent. It was nothing but low music playing from my radio and the sounds of the rain plastering against the windows as I pulled out the parking lot.

I’m looking at my phone periodically (FOR THE DIRECTIONS) & everytime I do, ol dude would sigh.

After the 3rd time I was like “what’s the issue..”

He says “nothing.”

I start speeding because I needed his ass out my car so I could block him and gtfo.

Lmao.

Then as I made a turn he’s like “you can turn that off” (talking about the navigation)

I’m like “?? Why”

He’s like “nevermind” lmao.

I make another turn.

Ol dude: turn that shit off because I can tell you where to go”

LMAO. Nigga. Bye.

Ladies, never follow word of mouth directions when ur in a car w someone unfamiliar. They can lead you ANYWHERE.

I’m like “oh it’s good. But thanks tho. We’re almost there.”

It was silent so I tried to make it less awkward and I tried to make small talk.

Ol dude straight IGNORED my ass.

I was waiting for a reply and didn’t receive one.

I’m like “you just gon.... be rude and ignore me like that?”

He said some shit like “when I get angry I just have to be quiet before I do some shit I don’t want to do.”

And I instantly placed my left hand on my gun.

I just KNEW I was gon have a shoot a nigga.

I was scared!!

I just fell silent.

We were close to the other club and I was focusing just in case I had to defend myself cuz that comment was weird.

Then I looked at my directions real quick.

He says “bro. You can turn that off now”

That’s when *I* got pissed off.

I’m like (& this might be verbatim)

I don’t know what the fuck you’re used to but you got the wrong bitch. If I wanna see where I’m going in MY fucking car then that’s MY business. Shut the hell up and let me drive or get the fuck out.. It’s simple”

The tension was THIQQ.

He just muttered “....... you right”

And then I pulled up to the club.

Unlocked my doors.

“Have a nice night” I say.

Then he turned to me. Looking all sentimental and shit.

He apologizes. Said he was frazzled from the shit with his boss. Said he wanted us to start over.

“Let me show you a good time”, he says. “Ima take care of you in there” (the club)

I wasn’t tryna hear that shit.

He’s like “come onnnnnnnnn. It’s 420... you fine as hell.. it’s not too late.. and you never been to a club before”

He was right.

I remember thinking “fuck it. It’s 420”

I just wanted to go to a club. I was already out & looking good. I’m like fuck it.

I 100% told myself I was gonna block him either way. That was sealed.

The energy in person just.. wasn’t up to par.

Lol.

He pays for me to get in.

As he should have.

Then took me to the booth section. I had my own lil booth.

I don’t want to imply this was a popping ass nice ass club. I think it was nice enough, but hell, what do I know?

It was my first ever club experience. Lol.

Now; apparently, we’d gotten there a lil early so he could prep for his bouncing duties.

I’m just on my phone.

I see him approaching so I look up.

He’s bringing me a bag of weed (apparently he just copped) and a rello.

I’m like “bro put this shit up.. 12 is right there”

And it WAS policemen in there at the doors.

He’s like “he don’t give a fuck”

He starts breaking down the tree.

He’s like “everyone smokes in here.. the club let’s you smoke in here”

I thought that was pretty cool lol idk.

I went ahead and rolled up. It was 420.

The DJ started playing music as I faced one.

& I was feeling the vibe.

Ol dude told me I can get any drinks I wanted.. it was on him.. he was telling me to let him know if I needed anything.

AKA treating me how he should’ve treated me since I even gave his ass some of my time

I’m deadass just in the booth vibing.

The club starts filling up

He came to join me to smoke with me.

I was a blunt and half in.. 3 drinks in.. the music was jumping... im doing that pretty-girl-barely-dancing shit in the booth , just vibing to the music

I felt great. And he didn’t seem like a lame ass nigga that much anymore.

From what I remember. After I got a little lit and he smoked with me, we were getting along to a friendly extent.

That bitch was JUMPING. everyone was dancing and smoking and shit. I liked it a lot lowkey lol

Anyway...

Ol dude positioned himself near my booth at this point, watching the club. Doing... bouncer/security shit I guess.

even though he was smoking and drinking with me?

Since he was close I went and stood next to him. We were chatting and bouncing our heads to the music.

He puts his hand on my waist and tells me in my ear

“You the finest woman in here... and you classy as hell... that Shit is sexy and I’m happy as hell you came here wit me”

Ooooh I love a good gas up from the lesser species LMFAOOO

However... as he is spilling this shit into my ear... I peep this girl wit her 2 friends.

They had the flash on, recording her.

It was apparently her birthday... and she was ... fine as hell.

I mean... fine.

I just.. THATS all I could focus on.

I have ridiculous diarrhea mouth when I’m lit and after he said all that I deadass remember responding with

“....she is fine as hell”

& I walked away from him

& I TOLD THAT GIRL SHE WAS FINE AS FUCK. AND I ASKED WHO SHE WAS HERE WIT. BECAUSE IM GAY.

Unfortunately, shorty had a boyfriend. But she did give me a little dance.

Very enjoyable. Jumanji drums. Lol.

Then I went back to ol dude. LMFAOOO.

I told him “my bad”.

He said sumn abt a threesome which made me roll my eyes and go back to the booth.

I’m feeling greaaaaat at this point. The remainder of my time at the club was fun, even tho I was alone in that booth.

I looked like a boss bitch.. smoking my weed.. sipping my henn

My 420 had shaped up decently.

But then, my old woman clock chimed.

It was time for bed.

I ordered a Lyft. Went to tell ol dude I was dipping but asked if he could walk me to my car so I could grab some Shit.

He gon suggest I stay there wit him a lil longer so I could sober up and not leave my car there.

Yeeeeah ok. Nigga. Shutup.

He wanted a ride home I bet

So we’re at my car.

& I turn to him like yeahhh my first club experience was fun blah blah

He starts that sweet talk shit again lmao.

Apparently he was feeling me. Wanted me to take him serious. Give him a chance.

Right idea. Wrong bitch. I wasn’t having it

There was some serious sexual tension..........................................
......................... from him.

I didn’t want him lmao it was a wrap.

I told him my lyft was close so he asked for a hug.

Sigh.

I went ahead and leaned in for a hug.

That nigga tried to KISS me.

And I mean he tried HARD.

But you gotta be quicker than that, my baby.

He made a big deal out of me rejecting his kiss.

My drunk ass put his hands on my ass.

Lmao. Let him get a little feel in. Because he damn sure wasn’t gon EVER feel or SEE dis ass again. On me.

I didn’t even know it was possible to bad trash ass-grabs....

Anyway. My lyft pulls up. I tell him I’ll text him and get in and go.

He texted me a couple times that night. But I ain’t reply till the next day.

It was sumn simple.. I think I asked the name of the club cuz I didn’t know till later.

Y’all..............

When he answered my question he said some shit like “now you can always remember how I had yo pussy wet from grabbing on yo ass”

.....

Lol...... Nigga.

I asked him wtf made him think I was wet?

He said he “just knew”.

I had to laugh.

I got a smart mouth so I was like

“I let you touch my ass and it wasn’t shit. Some ass grabs was supposed to do it for me??????”

Lol.

The nigga texts back “well next time feel on my dick and it might do something for you”

Who did this nigga think he wasssss bro

I get to snapping. I’m like “what would make you think I would want to touch yo dick.. weirdo.. and even if I wanted to... how would that ‘do it for me’??!?!”

He replied

“Girl.... Whatever.
Fuck this, I’m going back to sleep”

And I replied

“And I’m going ghost ”

And blocked his ass everywhere, mid response.

Not a single fuck given.

What a waste of 420 honestly

What a waste of a dating experience in general lmao

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