It was such a lovely CONversation

We had such lovely conversations before you saw me in person. Attentive, paid attention to detail.

You let me know you weren’t that guy. You didn’t care about the coke bottle frame or the cuffed ass it was my mind you wanted to embrace.

Filled me with dreams of a gentleman’s 1st date.

Then I met you 1st impressions where great

smiles I couldn’t escape

then the typical nature, of typical niggas escaped.

Eyes fixed on ass and lips then the slips of “ Damn I like yo hips.”

Thank You I say with a confused look cause the conversation didn’t consist of that but at least this nigga didn’t say “ Damn, yo ass is fat. “ but then he hits me with a Damn, yo ass is fat. 😒

Still trying to keep hope alive that he gets past my thighs and back to my mind, hopes of the man I spoke to for weeks on end emerging again. But now I’m being referred to as yall. My individuality seemed to decrease and the stereotype in his head evolved. What happens to the nigga on the call? We had such a lovely conversation before he saw me in person. Now it’s jokes about how my ass sits like a table and can we go to his house later. I don’t get it, I’m not dressed like a slut and came in as a woman should. If I was to ask a man they’d say I should have picked better but he was one of them niggas sayin pick better so I’m confused. Conversation was so good on the phone