Today, I was at work and I began to think about this one time that Claude, his two brothers, and I went to the movies to go see Ninja Assassin. Before the movie started, we headed to Fuddruckers to get some nourishment. Some time prior, Claude said he wanted to ask his brothers, "Why aren't y'all dating any girls?"
So I decided to ask his middle brother first. So I said "____, why aren't you in a relationship right now?". He answered in a way that is synonymous with him.
"Because bitches ain't shit!"
"Oh, kay! Well alright. How about you ______?"
Now, I have to preface his response with at little background about his baby brother. Simply put, he's different. We were in class together in middle school, and he was always...different. For example, he's bad at names and he could NEVER remember my name. So as a joke, we said that my name is Rachel. For the LONGEST he called me Rachel. It wasn't until the relationship was almost over that he started to learn my name.
Anyway, I asked him, and he responded,
"So you know when you're with someone, and you're with them, and then you guys do stuff. They tell their friends and then they know stuff about you and you don't know them. So you're done with that person, and then you try and go with the next person and they already know about you from the other person. They tell more people, and then pretty soon, everyone you meet already know about you."
Claude is cracking up. I mean, he has tears in his eyes. So here I am sitting blank-faced, trying to wind my way along the bike-path that his response took me down. Once I finally get to the stoplight, I respond,
"So basically what you're saying is, 'Ask these hoe's about me?' "
"Um, Yes"
Green light, go-g-go Chrissy go.
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