Footprints In The Sand

So you meet a guy at some random party. You two hit it off numbers are exchanged, calls are made and text messages are exchanged. This goes on for about a week or so. You two go out on a date, it was cool and you had fun. The calls and the text messages increase in frequency from the previous week and y’all go out on a 2^nd date. It’s equally as enjoyable as the first date, plans are somewhat made to see each other again but something goes awry the following week. The calls and text messages have decreased, the 3^rd date doesn’t happened. You start to wonder what happened. Things seemed to be progressing in a positive direction and then all of the sudden things come to a shrieking halt and you have no real idea as to why this has taken place.

So you decide to call or text ol’ boy, there’s no response. No return call or text or if he does respond its hours later. So what to do you do? Well, you take your cue and fall the fuck off. You no longer contact said boy, hell you may even deleted his number. You’ve seen the movie  He’s just not that into you, so you take his behavior or lack of behavior to mean just that. He’s just not into you and you keep it moving. Yeah you may wonder what exactly you did or didn’t do or just what the fuck happened. But you brush it off and keep on trucking; you cast him to a land far, far away in your mind. Hell, two weeks later you don’t even remember him anymore. Then this happens:

(578) 222-2222 (or whatever number you don’t recognize): Hey!! What’s up with you?

You: Who is this?

Random #: It’s fill in the blank. Damn you don’t even have my # in your phone. That’s messed up. But anyway how have you been?

You: Good. But why would I have your # in my phone? We haven’t spoken in months; the real question is why do you still have mine?

Random#: Because you’re cool peoples…. So do you want to hang out sometime this weekend?

*you scratch your head in confusion, and ask yourself where dey do da at?*

Now some people’s reply to this guy’s question will vary. I know what my reply would be, to tell him to get the hell on somewhere. Some other girls would go out with him and that’s their choice but that’s not what I want to discuss. Whether you would go out with him or tell him to go fuck himself isn’t the topic at hand. What I want to talk about is; why do guys think they have such huge impacts on people’s lives? 

They go out with a girl a few times, pay her a few compliments, have random but sometimes thought provoking conversations with them. They then fall off the face of the planet for weeks, months, hell sometimes years. Then they pop up like a damn poptart out of the toaster, and expect said girl to 1) remember him 2) be happy to hear from him 3) want to see him 4) expect to pick things up from where they started or 5) all the above. What the fuck???? Where do these men get these ideas from? Save by the Bell or something. There’s a disconnect here and I want to connect it like spaghetti junction. 

Dude like the song says you can’t keep running in and out of people’s lives. People move on and even if that person hasn’t moved on to another person, they may have just moved on from you. Nobody is going to be sittin’ up in their room, back their thinkin’ about you and your ass. Nobody is Brandy in this situation and you’re definitely not Donald Faison, so please get your life!!! If for whatever reason you were talking to some girl and you choose to fall off and now you want to try to pop back up and talk to her again. N*gga just say that and as Kevin Hart would say, "you need to say it with your chest." I not really sure what that means but I'm assuming it means when you say something just mean what you say. I promise you’ll get a much better response, than acting like it’s a privilege that you’re even calling her phone. Oh yeah…. You’re going to have to give her a plausible explanation as to way you fell off too. Is either come correct or don’t come at all because despite what the media may say not all women are so desperate for a man. That they will take shit from any man that crosses her path. Contrary to your belief your impact on this girl’s life may not have been as significant as you thought. While you may think you may have had a deep impact on her life like the damn movie, you were more like a footprint in the sand easily forgotten.  

Walk On By

Well, what you've been dreading has finally come to pass, you're out and about. Then suddenly you spot them out the corner of your eye, that person who you'll never be prepared to see, the one who stops you dead in your tracks. Makes your heartbeat a little faster and your palms sweat. So now that they're approaching you, what do you do? Do you speak or do you act as if you've never meet or knew this person? The choice is yours, so what do you do?

But let's back up a minute and figure out why this person invokes such a strong and unnerving reaction. Maybe they broke your heart or maybe you broke theirs. Then again maybe you broke each others hearts. Now there's also the possibility of, there's unfinished business between the two of you. Meaning that there was no official end to the two of you. Its almost as if there was a movie being played and before the movie ended, its as if someone just pushed paused so you never got to the end of the movie. You just got cut off and that's one of the worst feelings because you'll never know the ending. You are left wondering what was and what could've been, and that sucks.

So back to the question at hand what do you do, when you see that person out in the streets? I can tell you what I did, I just kept it moving. He saw me and I saw him and I walked pasted him like he was a ghost. Why? For one I was just taken off guard that he was at the same place I was and walking pass him seemed easier than acknowledging him. Secondly there was no words left to say. They were already said in a clear and somewhat unclear matter and sometimes things are really better left unsaid for what ever reason. So the only thing left to do was to just walk on by.