Hey, Baby!

I may or may not have once upon a time told the story of going to the Howard "smoker" with the lil sis. Yesterday, I had a small experience that reminded me of this experience...

Recap: she and I were getting ready, when I put on my dress, and promptly inquired if my butt was too big. Her response was something to the effect of - it's a Black school, they love big asses, so they'll love you.

So yesterday, I'm walking out of Starbs and a man opens the door for me. He doesn't give two rat's rear end looking at my face or front, so I just stroll out. Then he gets a look at the butt and next thing I hear? "Heyyyyyy baby". And to think I was feeling so skinny and apparently the booty was large and in charge. Whoo!

Then there's the question of how I attract men who speak little English and have accents thick as can be. I don't get it. I can barely understand them or hear them! Yet, they flock... It just doesn't make sense to me!

Oh the life of me just continues to be oh so fun.