The last time I spoke to you I told you about how Keith stormed off like a lil kid, right? Well, I couldn�t understand what was up so I called him but he wasn�t answering his phone. So I decided that he was a little baby and didn�t deserve any of my time anyway.
Derrick saw the whole incident and came to the conclusion that Keith was my man or something and no matter how hard I tried to convince him otherwise, he chose to disbelieve me. Derrick isn�t exactly an important person in my life so I really couldn�t care less about what he thinks but here�s what kinda annoys me. Even though Derrick thinks that Keith and I have something going on (which we don�t), he didn�t even seem bothered by it. O.K I know that Derrick and I don�t exactly have a relationship and it�s just short-term fun but I would at least have liked to see some anger or jealousy of some sort. Derrick didn�t even seem to care and that turned me off. So no nookie for him.
Because I started off the week alone, when Derrick called me on Monday for lunch I accepted. But you know what? My feelings for him have drastically changed because when he touched me at lunch, my skin literally crawled. So not only is there no nookie for him, I don�t even think I can be friends with the dude, which is a shame because the guy appears to have money to burn and I think I am the right fire to help him achieve that goal. I saw Keith on MSN and when I instant messaged him he failed to respond. He�s really a child and I am NOT going to waste my energy on him.
Tuesday was boring and you know what? I REALLY hate this hotel living thing. Being by myself, just stuck in a room with just television, really bites. Granted this is not a conventional hotel but one for extended living regardless it still isn�t homey. Staying in this hotel makes me feel really pathetic and friendless and I am sick of it! I need to go back home to my friends and family and be with people I love and people who love me and not be so alone, friendless and dateless like some sad excuse for a human being. I really can�t wait till I get back HOME! Back to the story.
Wednesday was also boring and the fact that Keith was completely ignoring me really bothered me and was all I could think about so I called my girls Trace and Amber to try to figure out what the deal was. They put me on speakerphone.
After telling them the whole story Amber sighed. �Amber what�s with the sighing?� I asked.
She sighed again, �Girl, sometimes I wonder about you.�
�Excuse you?�
�Femi,� she said cautiously, �Why do you act like this sometimes? The guy obviously likes you and you don�t even treat him with respect. He�s a nice guy and he doesn�t deserve this.�
�Whatever,� Trace jumped in. �he sounds like a big ass bore to me. What�s with the cheesy stuff?�
�Come on Trace, that was nice of him. Wouldn�t you like someone to sing to you?� I asked defensively.
�If you aint Barry, Luther or even Brian McKnight, save that singing to yourself.� Trace added.
�No. You�re just a hater,� Amber countered, �I think it was a nice gesture, maybe over the top, but nice nonetheless.�
�Exactly,� Trace continued, �how would he expect her to take him seriously with all that crap? Femi��
�Yes?� I responded.
�Did all the singing crap make you want to jump his bones?� Trace asked
I thought for a minute, �Actually no.�
�Of course it didn�t. Are you sure his ass aint gay?� Trace wondered.
�I doubt it.�
�Trace, don�t be an idiot. Just because a guy is nice doesn�t mean he�s gay. So he�s not one of those riffraffs you date, suddenly he�s gay.� Amber seemed a little annoyed.
�Girls stop fighting.� Can you imagine me as the peacemaker?
�Listen, all I am saying is, bitches like Femi and I don�t need to waste our time with Pansyish guys.� Trace said confidently.
�Bitches?� Am I hearing things?