Saturday night, my homegirl called me up and informed me that we were going out. We hadn’t gone out in a while. Her life consisted of work, and keeping track of her no good man (that’s another story). My life consisted of nursing school, and work. So, there was really no time to hang out. When my homegirl called me up, initially I was like “nah” because I just wanted to stay in the house. She got to running her mouth, talking about how all I was going to do was watch movies and sleep. She claimed that I need to find a man to occupy my time. And like usual I counter with the fact that I don’t need a man, I need to stay focused on school. Just for her to jump in, and state how I’ve been single for three years and it’s time to move on, and blah.
