I have a best guy friend, I have a best guy friend who is single (well now that's up for debate, keep reading). Never once has there been a mention of a girl, girlfriend, side piece, wifey, hoe, jumpoff, cookie, nookie, boo, baby, baby mamma, "homegirl", "play sis"....nada.

While waiting to go home, a young extremely drunk woman came up to me and said, "arrren't yyouuu Veronica, Veronica Storm?" Me: "Ummmmmm, kind of?"

Immediately I'm on guard because #1 Who is this person? #2 Why are calling me by my twitter name? #3 Is this a situation? #4 So sloppy drunk??

Her response to me was, "I'm _______ girlfriend."

****PAUSE*****

Who does that in real life? Who in their "right" mind would introduce themselves to a complete stranger and not even give their name, just their self appointed title....smh

Of course I was deeply confused and could only muster up a "wwwwwhhhhhhhaaaattt???!!!" and she hit me with her self appointed title again.

I'm assuming she views me as a threat, or thinks our friendship is more than just friends, but.....inappropriate.

If you have to introduce yourself to your "boyfriends(girlfriends)" friends/family, he's(she's) not your boyfriend(girlfriend). If you feel threatened by a relationship of his(hers) and he(she) hasn't given you reassurance, he's(she's) not your boyfriend(girlfriend).

I need people to truly understand, define and seek what a true relationship is. I need people to do their homework/research before they go around assuming shit and starting trouble.

That situation could have turned into a horrible situation because 2 people lack any sort of communication.

Trust and believe, my homie and I are going to have a good wholesome put the shit on the table type conversation because I don't need that shit in my life.

Someone needs to be checked, either her, him or both. What if I had reacted angrily or she had tried to come for me.

Making me reconsider twitter.....smh

A Single Creepy Story...

couple of nights ago a friend of mine asked me to go with her to her friend's birthday party. Of course I said yes because I needed to be distracted from sitting in the house, thinking about this and that (check 2 blogs ago).

We arrive and are introduced to this decent looking Australian men. Now usually I'm attracted to every Australian man I meet, but this one had more of a body of 17 year old British guy. Not my type. I like a man to have dark skin whatever race/ethnicity he may be.

He was very flirtatious, which was nice, and didn't mind throwing a compliment or two my way (much needed/much appreciated).

It was when he went to get a glass that he rubbed up against my butt. I'm assuming it was his first big real bootie experience. He turned around and was like, "omg, your bum its so.....omg its real too....its soft and wow"

Of course my friend and I are dying laughing at this point. But I'm also thinking in my head, "hmmm, he can appreciate my pear shape....think about it, consider"

Then he just had to ruin my moment.

Creep factor went up 10k points when he decided to do a double grab on my friend and I....she had on short shorts, I had on a skirt. INAPPROPRIATE. THIS IS NOT A BUFFET OF ASSES.

The rest of the evening consisted of me sitting down every time he came near, not listening to his compliments and trying not to be like "FUCK OFF."

As we made our exit, who do you know follows us in the parking lot, Creepy Australian guy does. And then once again tells me about my "bum." And once again goes too far and grabs me saying, "did you drive." As if I would say "YES DADDY" and follow him to whatever destination he had planned.

Being single I try to keep my mind/eyes open to different possibilities...but that was not an option for me...but I will refer to my ASS now as a BUM....

New Orleans

I am here. Partying, eating, dancing......yes I am having fun. But decided to take a break while I am putting my "face" (makeup).

Questions I have:

How come Donald Trump can build some million odd dollar building and the whole city has yet to be taken care of?

Why do so many males have dreads?

Why are hand gernades so addicting?

How come nobody knows what's in those tube shots?

Why the hell is pizza better in New Orleans? I mean it's so good it competes witht he pizza I had in NY!

RANDOMNESS!!!!!!!!!!

So I am leaving a club called Dreams, and I run into Ron. He was a guy I dated a while back that flipped the script all the way around on me. What are the odds? THe place I met him in, I see him when I am randomly here. It hurt to see him. But I didn't have the courage to approach him. Tear my life and my random acts of nervousness.

I DID NOT PARTICIPATE IN THE HOMECOMING FESTIVITIES THIS YEAR.....AND I FEEL FINE

The Cluster

Lastnight I attended a party with Ms. Diva and Ms. Random (she is called this because she does the most random things ever imagined). The party was wack, so it gave me alot of time to inspect the slim pickings available.

a.) The Short Man: I can't put my finger on it, but the look I get from him makes me nervous. I don't know if he looks at me like a tree, or a king size chocolate bar. When he talkes to me, he has to look me up and down throughout the whole ordeal. I guess sizing me up, debating the height difference, I don't know. Either way, I prefer a man I can look up to...

b.) The "I Thought You Were Married" Man: A guy, who I thought got married last year, sure isn't acting like it. The hugs he gave me were a tad bit different. THe conversations he was having with other females was touchy feeley on a whole different type of touchy feeley level. I remember when he would tote his wife everywhere, now she just done disappeared. Makes me nervous, because if I hadn't of gone to UNT I wouldn't know he was married. Because the ring he forgets to wear doesn't give a clue.....

c.) The "I Am Only Talking To You Because My Homeboi Is Talking To Your Friend" Man: Umm....you don't have to! And then when I don't tune into his wack/meaningless conversation, dude gets offended. We both know that if homegirl wasn't talking to your homeboi, you either wouldn't have the confidence to talk to me, or would just look then look the other way. Just needs to stop! Let us not waste eachtoher's time is my motto. And to be honest.....not interested lol!

d.) The "You Need To Smile/Why Won't You Smile" Man: I have talked about this one before. I don't get it. Is that the only line, opening line, you think that would work? Can I get a bit more effort? Guess I am asking for too much. THen want to have a whole convo about how I don't smile, why I am not smiling, what can happen for me to smile, the evaluaiton of the smile......boo!

e.) T.O.: I am not a fan of this football player. First of all, who has a party and then shows up wearing pajamas. Ms. Diva tried to tell me it was some type of linen outfit, hell no. Linen isn't that relaxed. THen had the nerve to be flooding. How do you have millions of dollars T.O. and can't afford to get your linen/pjs tailored? Then walked around the party with his bodyguard....ummmm why do you need a bodyguard? You are not Will Smith, a type of celebrity who could get swarmed. What was funny, was that people didn't even recognize him. Maybe because of the tacky outfit, or the fact he was bigger than his bodyguard, or the fact he was walking around with a stick up his ass. Ummm BOO! I feel like people shouldn't throw parties if they can't do a good job.

f.) Mr. "I Am Going To Stare At You And Walk By You And Not Talk To You But Stare You Down" Man: Just stop the madness. You are making me nervous and fearful of you. I am having to look over my back when I should be concentrating on my dance moves. You could have the opportunity to talk to me, but you are showcasing stalkerish tendencies......wee-oh wee-oh

The party was wack, but it did give me time to really think about what type of man I want and what type of woman I need to be for him.

Answer to previous comment......."Where do I meet these individuals?"

Well, the men mentioned in this blog were at a party. But some guys have been from social functions, to friendship connections, to random encounters.

Take A Seat........

I love Cinco de Mayo, but I will now remember the holiday not for the strong margaritas, but the fact that two dumb fucks tried to break into my mother's house. Let me set it out for you

(a) We live in a very busy neighborhood (b) Our house is in the front of the neighborhood and we live on the corner of the main street (c) all of our neighbors are basically stay @ home moms and what not. (d) our front door is huge, thick and only has a smal amount of I think it's caled plexi glass (I don't know, not easily broken)

Well, they tried to enter the house during the day, right before noon (really?). My mom was at home, and they tried to go thru the front door in their colorful clothing. One of the gentlemen had on a pink shirt (who robs in pink?). They tried their hardest to get thru the door. Thankfully my mom pressed the panic button and hid in the closet. By the time the cops did their thing and had to coax my mom out of the closet, the stupids were gone (damn).

I am thankful my mom is ok, and they didn't get in the house. I'm just mad that they messed up our door, of which now my mother has to get a new one which is close to a thousand dollars. I am furious that now my mom doens't feel comfortable to stay in her own house, that she paid for. My mom is all nervous, so nervous she didn't wish me happy birthday to like 5:30pm. I'm mad that now all the women in my neighborhood are nervous, cuz it could've been their house the stupids tried to hit.

I mean just stupids, I hate stupids, and I hope these stupids give up on robbing and go to the adult day care center where they belong.

Another Step...

I saw someone from my past on Sunday. I was only official with him for about a couple of months, but he made such an impact on me.



It was The Gentleman....(NewYork Guy for those that know)



I saw him in BeBe at Northpark Mall.



All I could do was stare, question if that was him, return his smiles, and just stare. So immature and middleschoolish I know, but man oh man.



Of course I gave the signal of "come here." He began to walk towards me and his female (that I hadn't noticed) said, "come look at these sunglasses." So he gave me some type of signal (don't know what it meant) and weird smile and walked over to her. Of course my stubborn ass didn't decide to wait and see their connection, or what sunglasses she was eyeing, so me and Light Bright left the store.



I was in total shock the rest of the day. Couldn't believe the one person I truly tried to open up to , was a few feet away from me.



I saw him later that evening in a parking lot. We have a mutual friend, SirMixAlot, and I was told to come over.



I didn't, even thou I wanted to run over in my new "candy apple red 5 inch heels" and flirt and smile and flirt and smile.



I couldn't run to him, like showing him how much I miss him and want him back in my life. I felt like he could come towards me, get my number, call me, make some effort. He did me bad, and I just think it's his turn.



Well, he is still in town, and I will probably run into him again...if it is fate. Maybe next time I see him we will actually just say hey, maybe have a mild convo. I'm not expecting to be his baby mommma or anything like that, but to hear his voice would be nice.



It's crazy that an enounter with someone, that lasted only a couple of months, got me all twisted something serious.

WHO IS VINCE YOUNG??

Background:

Went to Houston this weekend to see mi momma! Great times, cuz we are getting along better. Opening the lines of communication.....NEWAYS.......so on Fri I sent out a message to some people I hadn't seen in awhile. Basically saying, "I am back in town, hello." Well my homeboi Ron (who will be blogged about in the near future) was like, "What are you doing?" Of course I replied nothing (oops did I mention we were texting back and forth). He hit me with the typical get yo ass up out the house.

So I got ready in like 15 minutes (looking fly)looking gorgeous!!!! And headed out the door. I got the Shadow Bar around like 1:20 or so. So he was at the bar and we were chit chatting it up.

All of a sudden this tall, ugly, big headed man started walking in my direction. Of course I was looking to Ron, but he was too busy ordering drinks for everybody.......

The Infamous Convo:

VY: You need to smile more (smiling)

Me: Excuse me? (frowning)

VY: You need to smile more (smiling)

Me: And you need not talk to me (serious face)

VY: What did you say? (confused)

Me: You Need Not Talk To Me (smirking)

VY: Do you know who I am? You don't know who I am?

Me: No, But my name is Amber, what's yours?

VY: Vince

Me: Hi Vince (still not knowing who he is)

Followup:

So eventually the chick that was with him (found out later it was his fiancee) was so damn drunk and he wasn't too happy about it. He told me he noticed I was friends with Ron and would defintly be running into me. Has to take care of this chick/situation/FIANCEE. I continued to flirt and was like ok, holla!

Ron and I are still taking shots and what not, and he asked me did I know Vince. Of course I was like no, just met him tonight. He seems cool, said yall were friends? He was like yea, seemed ike you knew him, you do know who that is. My dumb ass was like, yea, that was Vince. Ron went, "NO Vince Young GIRL"

TTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

My Bitchassness:

I can't believe I was really chatting it up with Vince Young, flirting and what not, and didn't know who he was. I just thought he was tall, not that attractive, but nice smile, seemed to have a good body, nice convo, the coolness.

Can't believe that negro was talking to be and his chick was right there, but I guess that is their business? Suspect??

I know I could spot him on tv without his name below so why the hell didn't I know who I was talking to.

BITCHASSNESS on my part.

lol

good times

memories for your children, I'm not having any.

Didn't end up running into him, or harassing Ron to tell me where he would be at.

Leave it alone.

Be embarrassed to myself and friends.

LMAO

Vince Young

Song: Eye of the Tiger by Survivor