So...I got chatted up...

He didnt quite look like the photo, but I just put it there for the ladies to enjoy....

The Story..

I went for my Christmas lunch with work on Friday. It started at 1pm and usually goes on until 3am. I decided to duck out at around 4ish because I was travelling to my parents the next day.

On my way home I decided to stop at the Jamaican shop and get some soup since there was no point cooking after such a big meal and I had emptied my fridge for the holidays.

When I came out of the shop I heard a car going BEEP BEEP BEEP for ages, I turned to glance as in my mind I was thinking ‘I wonder what all the noise is about’ and I saw the driver frantically waving at me.

I half smiled slightly amused and walked off. Guys Note: there is no way on earth that I would ever walk over to a car like that.

I carried on walking down the street when the same car swerved around the corner and the driver, a fine specimen of a black man leaned out of the window shouting ‘wait wait, see I’m making some serious moves for you sis just wait I want to talk to you.’

I laughed out loud and continued to walk but he mounted the pavement in front of me and got out the car. He had a friend in the car and this is the conversation….please note I try and always be polite.

Me (giggling) - “wow, you really did want to talk to me huh, you almost ran me down?”

Him - “Yeah, you are HOT…so what’s your name sexy?”
Me - “Angel”

Him (excited) “I'm Angelo we match lets hook up”
Me (laughing) - “Pleased to meet you Angelo but I have to get going now”

Him (not letting me leave) - “How old are you?”

Me - “Older than you”

Him - “How old is that
Me - “I'm a big woman”

The Friend – (leaning out of the car) “He’s a big man you know, he’s just your type”
Him - “so what are you married?”

Me - “no”

Him - “boyfriend?”

Me - “yes, of course”

Him – “so what? Can I have your number?”

Me – (laughing really loud) “NO”

Him – “Why? We can just be friends, look ok, you take mine and call me sometimes”

Me “I don’t think my man would expect that kind of behaviour from me”

Him (incredulous) “RAAAAAAH, are you hearing this bruv?” (to his friend) “this is like some perfect girl or something, did you hear what she said?

Friend – “that’s the kind of girl you need bruv, that’s the kind of girl I need”

Me – “oh well, this was nice but now I’m going”
Him – (deflated) “that man of yours is one lucky man…I want a girl just like you, so what are you really not giving me your number just cause you think your man wont like it? That’s just amazing…you are so…..so ….”

Friend – (finishing off the sentence) “its something special right there you know”
Him – “I’m going to keep driving around this area and hope I see you again, you are beautiful and faithful”

By this point I was in hysterics and just walked off. Leaving him standing on the pavement shaking his head.

On some levels I did feel slightly flattered although he was totally street, he was very attractive.

Anyway then I went home and had the best time of my life with Mr Special and as well as other things we both very much enjoyed the soup I brought.

Is this what is happening to our black men?

Wow, yesterday I wrote about my experience on the train and today I saw this photo!
Its so true!!!

Four Times on the Train

The first time I saw him on the train, I was irritated. A couple of months before that I had seen a brother steeling food in Tescos, so when this joker got on at Warren Street, this slim dirty black man I was thinking
‘is this what is happening to our men?’
He got on looked around and then he started
“excuse me ladies and gentlemen; I’m homeless and hungry…
When he had finished his begging speech there was a slight sigh of irritation around the carriage and he walked down holding out his cup.
‘Don’t hold your nasty cup in my face’ I thought as he walked by “stupid man, bringing black people a bad name” I was glad when he got off at Euston with an empty cup.

The second time I saw him on the train, I felt guilty. This same brother was back, jumping on at Warren Street. He had the same clothes on and was definitely no longer slim, he was skinny. He was really dirty this time, and looked like it had been a long time since a shave, his afro was disgusting.
‘is this what is happening to our men?’ I thought again…
He looked around and started
“excuse me ladies and gentlemen; I’m homeless and hungry and just need…
When he came past with his cup we both had eye contact
‘you shouldn’t give them cash’ I reasoned with myself ‘they just spend it on drugs’ but when he got off at Euston with an empty cup I had an uncomfortable feeling.

The third time I saw him on the train I felt ashamed. The brother stepped on at Warren Street looking like he had days to live. He had a black eye and his clothes, those same ones were all black and torn, he was bones by now, I wondered when he had last eaten or washed, a nasty stench followed him on. His beard was a tangle and his afro looked like something was living in there
‘oh crap’ I thought ‘this IS what is happening to our men’
He looked around and started, his eyes were glazed
“excuse me lades and gentlemen; I’m homeless and hungry and just need to get a little bit of cash together so that I can spend the night in the hostel and get a good meal to eat”
As he was speaking I also looked around at the people. Everyone was ignoring him and trying not to even look in his direction. Compassion overtook me and when he came past with his cup I dug in my purse and filled it.
“Thank you” he whispered and we both had eye contact. He got off at Euston as usual.

I didn’t see him after that. I wondered about him and thought to myself that I had probably killed him. I thought he would have gone and spent all my money on drugs and now he was dead and it was all my fault, I vowed never to give money to ‘them’ again. I half looked out for him at Warren Street but he never got on again.

The fourth time I saw him on the train was today. He stepped on at Warren street and I did a double take, I recognised him instantly but this was not the same man I saw months ago. This was a cleaner, fatter, healthier man with different clothes. He still looked like he was going through a lot so I braced myself for the speech…but he had another surprise for me. He pulled a little book out of his back pocket and sat down and started to read it.

I wonder if that will be the last time I ever see him…

That made my day!!!

All Men Are Dogs! or are they?

My friend AJ told me ‘I am going to ban words like ‘all men are dogs’ in my house. Like smoking and shoes, I am going to tell people don’t say them in my place. ‘Imagine if men talked that way every time a girl messed them around, they’d be uproar’

I can’t help but agree with her and I am going to do exactly the same thing. I love Black men and yes it’s true, some of them really do some hurtful, stupid, nasty, doggish things but not ALL men. So why do we say such things?

Before I answer that question I have to get one point off my chest. A man can only behave like a dog to you if they are allowed to. If you cut your association with them off from the moment you are not happy then I'm sure the dogs will eventually get the message. (If you are reading this and your dog is happily married to someone else or has a girlfriend and you know about it, then you are not only a dog too, you are dissing your fellow sista, no matter what he tells you she is like) If men learnt that the only way to get sex was to be honest, open and committed, I bet you we wouldn’t be the only demographic with the lowest worldwide rate of marriage.

Anyway I digress, I think women say all men are dogs, cheaters, liars etc because of their past experiences. Instead of taking some time out to heal and deal with the pain of their hurt, they just harbour it and eventually tar all men with the same brush. It backfires quickly on them though; they either say it so long that they begin to believe it or they end up disliking men so much that when a good nice one comes along they treat him so bad he gets out quick, making their mantra for to them.

By constantly saying negative phrases about men you are unconsciously attracting that type of man into your life.

And lastly if I was a man and was constantly told I was a dog, or I was a boy and I grew up in a house where my mother constantly said negative things about men….what effect do you think that would have on me?

© Angel July 18th 2008