My first job out of college was teaching high school English. A few nights ago, I got an interesting Facebook message from a Facebook friend. It read, "Hey Ms. P., how are you?" I replied to the post, "great, hon, how are you?" The writer explained to me that he was coming to visit my new city, a destination hotspot, and I gave him my number in case he needed to know someone in the are when he got here. The conversation was quite normal. After a few obligatory pleasantries, and explaining that he had just graduated college, however, the writer finally got to the point:
"Since u not my teacher no more and im not underage..i can say this DAMNNN U FINE!" Aside from the overwhelming grammatical errors in the message, I'm shocked. And awed. And shocked.
In other words, "I'm a grown man now, baby..."
It's 10:30 at night, my eyes are crossing because I'm suffering sheer exhaustion from just getting out of a 14-hour work day, and my eyebrows still had enough strength to raise at the screen.
Stunned, I reply, "lmao, thanks. I appreciate the compliment."
The writer continues, "ur a 'tasty vixen.'" Oh boy.
This exchange goes on for a few more minutes, as I try to steer it back to his post graduation plans. Not to be deterred, the writer says, "u know I got love for cougars."
Now I'm offended. Was I just called a cougar? Jaguar, perhaps. Lioness definitely. Cougar? I'm still on the right side of 35!
I offer a goodnight, and sign off.
A few minutes later my phone signals a text. The text--from an unknown number--reads, "good night beautiful."
Now, I'ma keep it real. The thought was intriguing. Silly, but intriguing. Let's keep it real, the kid's now over 22 and very possibly has a strong back.
I ignore the text.
The next morning, bright and early, my phone signals another text, "Good morning beautiful. Hope you have a wonderful day."
This continues for several days. At some point, he gives me the, "I'm grown, you're grown, you're fine and I'm really tryna get on" speech. The kid's trying hard. I'm entertained. But, then again, I entertain easily by foolishness.
After a little over a week of me more-or-less ignoring the messages, he stops.
Who says single black women don't get suitors? Sadly, this one still smells like similac.
For the record, nothing progressed...I'm committed to retaining my self dignity.
Evelyn Parkside
haha interesting story. i guess he didnt realize you were a Jaguar instead of a cougar.
ReplyDeleteeasy there mrs. robinson
ReplyDeletehey ms. p...how would you score me on last nights rendezvous?
hey ms. p...do my abs earn an 'A'
hey ms. p...i've been a naughty school boy
you could have had so much fun with this kid...