The title is a line sang by Kelis on her album Food. Let me assure you that she was correct; humans are weird. No, sincerely.
Recently I was hanging out with this woman who seemed cool. I was flowing, she was flowing, it had a rhythm. After our last date, we had our first kiss. She asked for a second kiss, so there were a few more kisses that night. All was well. She asked me to let her know that I made it home. I texted her when I got in. She asked if she would have the pleasure of seeing me again. All was well. Though my main goal right now is freedom on all fronts, I said sure because her energy appeared to be on the same wave length. My one request was that she planned it because I know I can plan good outings, but wanted to see if she could keep up. All was well.
The next morning, per usual, I awoken to find a flirty text from her and this progressed throughout the morning, with me sending a final text before heading into back to back meetings. All was well. I’m not one for being attached to my phone (it actually frightens me when I look up and see everyone with their faces in the their phones so I try to avoid it) so she usually pressured me for taking too long to respond to her messages because she was a quick responder. Therefore, when she hadn’t hit me back a couple of hours later it was a bit alarming. All was maybe well. After a few hours I decided to check-in on her (even in my nonattachment I’m not completely heartless). She hits me back and says that her bestfriend was in a car accident and that she’s in a really bad head space and needs to focus on him. As someone who has been through real life traumas I get wanting to be left alone so I offer sympathy, space and for her to hit me up if she needs anything. All has changed quickly. She sends back a really sweet appreciative message says she’s been talking to his mom all day and was at the hospital for a bit and such. Great. All is obviously not well, but none of that is on my end.
The next day I checked in, because my guardian didn’t raise a complete asshole. She doesn’t hit me back. I don’t trip because when my brother was in a coma I didn’t answer my phone for anyone for extended periods of time. No biggie. Space I can easily give.
Later in the day I logged on to ig and noticed that her page had completely disappeared. I figured that she deleted social media because when you spiral you spiral and kind of want to disconnect. No big deal. I log onto my other ig page and she popped up as a recommendation…um…ok. So I go to the page and she has a post from earlier in the day and she has videos on her live feed, as if she’s been out living (not crying or in mourning). I am confused and I am confusion. I only have one question, what was the point of the elaborate lie? In the words of the younger and unmarried Jay-Z, “y’all chase ’em I replace ’em with another one” so I quickly deleted her number and am keeping it pushing. HOWEVER, I just needed to share that wild story with the world because that was so unnecessary. Don’t lie.
Happy Women’s History Month?…!