So tomorrow, I officially double up on the workouts. Curly hair in FULL EFFECT because boy, your girl sweats like a slave that ran away in the daytime. It’s not a game. So yes, tomorrow I’m gonna do either aquatics and a cardio class OR a weight training class with cardio. Size 7/8…I see you!

I was on Facebook today, which is uber rare for me and I noticed I had a friends request from someone that LOOKED familiar but I wasn’t 100% sure. I went ahead and accepted the request and he sent me a message, asking me if I remembered him. After studying a few of his pictures, I realized that I did recognize him and sent him a message back telling him so. Just to give you a little background, he and I had a falling out about a year or so ago. And yes, you SHOULD let bygones be just that but some people do some crap filled shit that I don’t have time for. I feel that when you invite certain things/people into your life, you ‘get’ certain things back in return. Well anyway, I don’t even remember what it was exactly that we were arguing about but I do remember him throwing low blows b/c of my past. After that, I told him that the conversation wasn’t worth having anymore and just term’ed the friendship.

Well fast forward to today. He’s asking me if I’m still in Atlanta and if so, where am I? I entertain him for a minute, telling him that I’m in NC but expected to be back in GA for good next month. He asked me where I planned on living when I got there; I gave him a general idea. He said that it’d be a good look b/c he “lives near that area and wanted a 2nd chance.”

*nigga pause*

First and foremost…it wouldn’t be a good look that you and I live near each other even if we WERE dating b/c I don’t always want to be bothered with anybody that I’m seeing but the most important question is: What in the world makes you think that “I” give second chances after the shit that you said? Yea, forgive forget…blah. But fuck that. You basically attempted to tell me off in the worst way possible…bringing up shit that I was HONEST with you (and hell, everyone else) about, playing those low blow games and NOW you want a second chance.

So I asked him…what made you want to FIND me on Facebook and ask me that?

Must be running out of options. Pressing questions…yes.

The guy that’s for me hasn’t dated me yet. I ain’t running SHIT back.

j.