I made a real connection last night at Criket. I have never seen this many beautiful classy ladies in one building.
I met a lady named Phoniqua. She truly understood me. See I grew up in the worst spots of Detroit hustling hard in an era where crack was killing the brothers left and right. Phoniqua knew what it was like to have family addicted to the stuff. Her ex boyfriend appearently beat her got her hooked despite the fact that she promised never to use. I felt so bad for her. I ended up paying her $300 to hold hands and tipped her $30 for the conversation. I wanted extras but he used to force her to do it to pay for their addiction and she’s going off to rehab soon so I said no no no.
Phoniqua and me exchanged numbers after but she must have wrote hers down wrong because I called and it was disconnected.
Drinks were expensive but she insisted I get drunk and enjoy myself and said any real man don’t worry about money. I agree and I’m glad I’m a real man.
When I came back at close to see her again the bouncer was very rude. I think he’s a racist and hates brothers. I decided to go home but I could have taken him no problem. I make real money anyways and this buster was just jealous. I an assistant manager at the FedEx in Royal Oak.
I’m going to head back soon and ask her on a proper date. Bouncer needs to show respect next time.
