Caught Me Slippin'

So there's this guy name Jermaine that I used to talk to back in february. He was ok, nothing too special, but I figured out in the beginning that it wasn't going to go anywhere. He doesn't have a job, he never went to school, and he still lives w/ his mom. Dont get me wrong, there's plenty of good guys out here like that, but I'my at the point right now where I'd like for the person I'm talking to bring something to the table. If we're not equal, be greater than me, do something! Anyway, I used not being over Claude as an excuse to stop talking to him, but he was so fucking persistent.

When I used to work at my last job I didn't get a chance to look at my phone very often. If he texted me good morning, I might not get to it until later that afternoon and he'd send a text like

"I guess you trying to be fake and ignore me"

Or i'd be driving and he'll say something along the lines of,

"So you're going to just quit talking to me. Oh ok."

I got frustrated w/ that shit and just said fuck it and started ignoring him. I think the last time I responded to his shit was back in March. I don't say a word. He calls, I don't answer. He writes on my Facebook wall, I don't respond. None of that shit...until yesterday.

I was out w/ Cupcake for our patented "Friday Food & Drinks" and I got a text from a random # saying, "hello". So me being the cordial person I was, I responded and asked who it was...it was him. The mothafucka caught me slipping.