Thug Life...

Ok, so Thug Life is back...

He'd gone off on me a couple of weeks ago.  Said he'd been trying to see me for two weeks now and I kept avoiding him.  I had to re-explain that I WAS avoiding him because (1) we didn't have a thing in common and (2) he was an actual thug and I was a law-abiding citizen and (3) he was a young'n.

That being said, he merely ignored my logical argument and ranted about this being a stupid endeavor on his part and said the only thing that made me mad: "I don't get you girls in the South!  You take things too slow!"

First of all, I'm not from here.  Not that I don't love the South now - I've been here a really long time.  But I wasn't brought up here and my core tendencies are still set from up North.  I'm brash and adventurous, moody and voluptuous, shoot from the hip and take no prisoners. I've toned it down a bit since I've been here.  My mother is from the South so it's not like I didn't have any manners.  They just weren't Southern manners.  I've learned to say "Yes, ma'am" but only to older people and it doesn't come naturally.  I know how to act like I'm holding back an ocean with politeness but behind closed doors, I'll talk about you in a way I feel fits better.

So, that being said, I let him have it.  And seeing that he was from Long Island, he could take it.  We argued back and forth for a little while - I told him he needed to get his act together and be a man, he told me I need to back off the teasing and leave him alone.  So I did.

Next morning, he was back at it again with the "hello's" and "good mornings".  I asked him if he was sorry for being such a butt and he said he was. 

Thug Life is...smh...

This is going to be a long summer...