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So I did what apparently many unsuspecting bloggers do.  In the mist of doing a little blog cleanup, I accidently DELETED my entire blog.  Within a matter of moments, my blogging joy was stolen from right under my nose.   So what did I do?....PANIC.  To most folks, a blog is nothing more than a little public journal, but some of my best/funniest/memorable moments have been recorded on this here thing, so you can imagine the chaos that formed in my mind upon learning that, that skinny brown girl had been changed to that non existing brown girl.  Either way after bugging the Blogging gods for a good month and a 1/2 (yes! I had faith!)....my blog was restored.  However, it is currently under the name, thatskinnybrowngirl2.  I have yet to figure out how to remove the "2"....but rest assure....It will get done.  'Till then...happy reading... 

BCBGMAXAZRIA: Los Angeles

Cant have all work and no play...

@ Elevate Lounge/Downtown LA

Our creative director and wife of Max Azria, Lubov Azria addresses us in our morning meeting :)*Yes I boldly snapped a flick!*

The girls and I check out

ROSCO's Chicken and Waffles!

Robin

So Im leaving the bathroom at work and as I open the door I clumsily bump into the company GM who with a bright smile exclaims, 

"Oh Hi Robin!!, Im sorry hun, I didn't mean to hit you with the door!"

I look at her with a dumb founded surprised look on my face.  Not because she scared me by almost knocking me out with the help of the bathroom door...but because she called me Robin. 

Robin as in Robin Hood. Robin as in relation to Baskin.  Robin as in relation to 8th and Walnut. Robin as in the little red breasted bird that can often be heard singing outside my window in the early morning hours, dang it.  

I couldn't believe that after working for the company for as long as I've been here she didn't know that Robin is NOT my name!  Needless to say a few months go by....

I see her making her rounds again, and she yells out, "Hey Robin!"....  

So I think to myself.  This must be one of life's defining moments. ....Should I go up to Ms. GM and give her my two cents?!...(or possibly just my true name)....or should I just accept the fact that to the corporate world, I might have to answer to....ehh, Robin.

I chose the before mentioned first option... 

So...I walk over to her and say...

                    Me:  xxxxxxx, I wanted to let you know that I haven't been ignoring you these past 

                             few times you've called out to me and said hello.  My name is actually Rxxxx, 

                             not Robin, and I didn't respond because I don't usually respond to anything 

                             other than my actual name...

                     Ms. GM: ooohhhh, I am so sorry Rxxxx!....There's a girl that once worked 

                                      downstairs named Robin who looks so similar to you!...Ill try to 

                                       remember in the future!...Again, I apologize!"

Cool.  Ok, so that went a whole lot better than I thought it would.  

Either way,  for the next few weeks I didn't see Ms. GM... 

Being the boss and all, I rarely see her, unless she makes a morning appearance.  

As far as I know, she may never even come to work....I hear she spends frequent vacations in the southern states with a woman with whom she affectionately refers to as her, "sister"....hmmm. Maybe thats another post for the future.

Either way, some time goes by, and the company is having a series of mini meetings.  Keep in mind that these meetings are set for a certain category of associates, by which technically I am not apart of but sort of am... confusing? Im sure. Bear with me...  

I should have been invited to the meeting but through company policy and logistics I wasn't.  So what do I do?....I gather my things and decide that, "Im just going to go to this meeting anyway, humf!, and if they kick me out...so be it!"...haa....this is def. one of those times I wished my subconscious kicked in and the angel on my shoulder would have lightly slapped my face with his wing to tell me I was making a big mistake. 

Nevertheless, I sat down in the meeting...Surprise Surprise....Ms. GM happens to be monitering this particular session.   the chances?.... 

So anyway, as I sit down, Ms. GM's assistant flips through a stack of papers, seemingly confused, and looks up at me and says, "are you suppose to me here?....I don't think you're on the list..."...I explain to her the situation and how what is discussed in the meeting highly affects me too, and I should be given the opportunity to participate.  

Ms. GM cuts me off...."Um, ROBIN, you are not allowed to be apart of this meeting...."

I look at Ms. GM as she realized that she's mistaken my name...AGAIN.  

....I get up to leave.

Later on that day she walks up to me and says, "About this morning...." I say to her, "Oh don't worry ab....."  She doesn't even wait to hear the rest of what I have to say, she just cuts me off by saying, "Great!"...turns and walks away.

So, in conclusion, I really have nothing to say.  I got kicked out of a meeting, continually called a name that is off mine by 4 letters, and subsequently cut off numerous times by the GM.

I hope she takes another long vacation to the southern states with ehemmm, her "sister"....and never returns.

Phone Games

"Call me on my sidekick,  Never answer when its Private..." 

Lil Wayne

Ring Ring!!! (Private Call)

Me: Hello, who is this? (static and voices in the background)

Dude(deep rough voice):Yooo

Me: Who is this?!

 

Dude: Its me yo...

Me: huh? who is me? and why is this from a blocked number?

Dude: Yo, dat nigga **** ...I met you at dat club down on Broad St., yo....whatchu mean you 

            dont know who dis is?!

Me: Dont act like you cant hear me, I said, I dont know who this is, because I dont know who 

        this is, and I dont appreciate people playing on my phone, and I dont know what club on 

        Broad St. you talking about

Dude: What?! Yoooo, you gave me your number and was all over me on the dance floor!

Me: What? um, Negative...I never am "all over" ANYONE "on the dance floor" And, second of

        all, I know that wasnt me because I don't give my phone number out to ANYONE and if I 

        do its never my cell, its always my business card with my WORK NUMBER.  How did you 

        get this number??

Dude: Yoooo you drawlinnn right now, you gave it to me!... for real I couldn't call you cause I 

           got locked up for a minute...

Me: You got what?! Now Im certain I didn't talk to you, cause if you looked like the type that 

         could get locked up, you were the last thing on my mind...

Dude: Yo, I got booked for havin' some tree on me..you know ....they got me with that new stop 

            and search shit

Me: ok, now im really going to hang up, this is ridiculous

Dude:yoooo what are you talking about? You was reallll drunk thats why you dont know who I 

          am

Me: huh? I dont even drink at the club, cause Im the one usually driving! and if you know me 

        so well what do I look like?...you were prolly talking to one of my friends

Dude: Yo, you had like long hair....

Me:...um, that really narrows it down!

Dude: yo chill!....for real, you light skin and have really big eyes, I been trying to call u but I 

           had to take care of those things

Me:...ok, for real, who is this, because this isn't funny

Dude: Im not playin yo.... Yoooo....I got to call you right back, you want me to call you back 

            from a number thats not private? Im serious I just got out, thats why Im callin you back 

            now

Me: Fine, whatever.

Clickkk

Ring Ringggg (Private number..again!)

Me: now seriously...who is this?

Dude (sounds like a different voice, still deep and gruff): yoooo, whats good

Me: who is this, This sounds like a different voice

Dude: Its me ****, I got booked at the club, thats why I didn't call you back

Me: You already told me that

Dude: No I didn't....

Me:...ahh...yes you did!

Dude: This is the first time I ever talked to you!

Me: (click! hit the little red button on the right side of my cell for "END CALL")

 

Red Flags and Green Flags

"Hello Hello Hello Ladies, how you doinnnn? ...Dat nigga crazy girl, don't say nuthin toooeemmmm" Shawty Lo feat. Jeezy and Wayne

This happens to be MY blog. So, regardless of who reads I intend to write whatever I feel like writing.  Even so...I still hope the person with whom this post is about, doesn't read this....lol.  Oh well...Its not like hes on the computer very much anyway.   So for the sake of all purposes lets just call him Fuzzy Sweater....FS for short.  Here is the story...

I met FS at a club.  I met FS at a club right after I had left another club. During that time I was actually  looking for a guy that I had met at the previous club.  So, technically FS found me.... because I surely wasn't looking for him. 

I thought this was a good sign...I always thought that meeting the person you're suppose to be with would be like that....unexpected... like, waiting for the Second Coming of Christ... No one knows the time or place when its going to happen, but you always have to be prepared. 

Needless to say, he came up behind me and proceeded to dance with me, while whispering into my ear, "just dance with me, my boy is watching right behind me, don't play me out."  I of course thought this was rather cute so I accepted the dance.  

Fast forward to the information I gained about Mr. Fuzzy Sweater, named so endearingly from the feeling that hit my cheek when I accidentally fell into his chest while giving him my business card. What can I say, Im a bit clumsy and it was dark. & What can I say, Business Cards seem more 'grown up' after you turn 24.  Easier than whipping out the nearly dead Razor, and a bit more classy I think.

The Information/Green Flags

1.He fit my height requirements...6 ft or above

2.He graduated from college  (A Christian School at that in 4 years...possibly 4.5, I cant remember...either way, the man got out, and can probably quote more scriptures than T.D. Jakes)

3. He has a good full time salary paying job that is LEGAL. 

4. Fairly good looking and very athletic

5. He made me laugh

These are the top 5 Flags that I deemed were green.  

Now the flag system goes as follows....you CANNOT base any full decisions on any one Green flag.   However, you MUST base ALL full decisions on any of the Red Flags.  

Red flags are the bright loud signs that tell you as my close friend L. Stacey puts it, 

"DO NOT PASS GO! DO NOT COLLECT $200!" 

The green flags are just there so you can add them up until you realize that there are enough to know that this person is worthy to be with you.

Now, let me explain something.  I've been through enough events with stupid dudes to know how to notice the green flags and the red flags by now....Or so I thought..  

However I failed to remember what my hair stylist Angie once told me, "Girl they're are always different red flags... the system comes up with New and Improved Red Flags!"

What Angie failed to tell me was that there can be so many great Green flags, that they can blind you from seeing the not so obvious "new and improved" red flags....

  

Like I previously stated....everyone has a different set of top green flags....yet being a young black successful woman today....a degree and a job are commonly top requested green flags considering a large portion of the black men in America don't have their degree in anything except bullsh*t, are involved in illegal things-drugs-guns-etc, have 3+ different baby's mama's, are jobless (because they CHOOSE too) living off their own mama, are dead, or are in jail....like our good friend Orlando...and then you have the war in Iraq....need I continue?

So here is my conclusion.  For the sake of privacy it is completely unnecessary for me to explain the events thereafter.  It is completely unnecessary for me to explain how I found out the red flags about FS, or even what the red flags where.  In all honesty FS isn't such a terrible guy, he just didn't happen to be the guy for me, and I was terribly blinded by his height, degree, and job.  

So let this be a warning to you.  Keep your top green flags, but always be on the look out for the hidden red ones and don't be blinded by a good job, a degree, or a soft fuzzy sweater for that matter....because it could all blow up in your face once even the first red flag pops up.

 

'TIll then...always be prepared...for both the Second Coming as well as the first coming of the one who's green flags add up to a worthy amount and are not counteracted by hidden red ones.

Friday Night at the Club

Friday Night:

3:30 am: Leave the Club

4:00 am: Hanging outside the car talking to people....

4:15: Hear, "POP POP pop pop pop Pop pop pop pop"

4:16: Jump in the car along with people I came with
and a random boy that I don't really know jumps in next to me...

4:17: Look over to the corner to see two dudes laid out on the
ground from being shot in the head

4:18: Dude realizes he's in the wrong car

4:19: As Dude opens the door, the driver of the car Im in simotaneously (sp?) backs the car up. causing the door to bend all the way back and break, caught on the truck parked next to us scraping it

4:20: We peel away as Im desperately trying to hold the door shut, which is approx. 1.4 feet away from the car....

4:25: We drive home as I peer outside the car door at the Ben Franklin Bridge highway pavement, holding the door as close to the car as possible

4:26: Dude in the front seat says, " You buckled in"

4:27: I say, "Yes you ignorant Nigga, I am buckled in....however you seemed to have waited till we got pretty far to ask me that question"

4:28: Ignorant nigga says, "I'm sorry"

4:29: I forgive him for his ignorant ways.

Watch Boy Stalker Part II

So, I haven't posted in a quite a while...but I feel as though I should document the latest happenings between I and WBS.  Actually, this isn't the latest happenings....this is the run down of events that happened a few months ago, however Im just getting to put it all down in words.  So here goes it...

I swore never to give WBS bka Watch Boy Stalker a chance.  However, I kept feeling bad as I would take my daily walk to Starbucks every day (yes I started going again) and see him staring at me.  ...I felt like I should at least say hello to him...its only the proper thing to do.  So, anyway, after a few days of hello, he actually persuaded me to come by to talk for a few minutes.  

So on this particular day, I did just that....and low and behold, WBS wasn't as negative of a human being that I previously thought.  Now, don't get me wrong... in no way was he on my list of possibles....He was still a stalker, with a head shaped slightly reminding me of Burt (of the Ernie and Burt Sesame Street characters), and least not we forget...the boy still sold watches for a living.  

But either way, that day WBS and I shared a few good laughs.  (to make this quick....)

He said he'd call me later on.  I said ok.  Later on I received no call.  I wondered why.  He text me.  The text said...Im in the car now, so I can text you.  I'm still confused at this point as to the sense of texting in a car when it would be easier to put me on speaker phone (mind you the no cell in car law only applies to New Jersey, and at this time was not implemented yet regardless)...either way, he says he'll call when he gets home.  He doesn't. Im surprised.

Either way, a few days later, after some excuse of a broken phone incident, WBS had my number again, and one more chance.  That day we talked again.  He's a vegetarian.  He went to school for a few years..a couple I should say, considering a few would be three.  ...anyway, he has 5 brothers etc. etc. you know the usual info....and he brings up his past relationship with a girl he was once in love with, known for 10 yrs...but they broke up because...blah blah blah...all things I am so not interested in hearing about.  

So then I ask where he lives and if he has roomates.  And then the silence becomes apparant as I am able to here the coffee beans grind all the way over at Starbucks...and then a light bulb goes off in my head....I ask..."You live with her dont you..."...so to make an even longer story short, I spend the rest of the 10 minutes at the watch place hearing excuses as to why he's living with his ex girlfriend, yet still thinks it makes a bit of sense to be hitting on me.  

And you think thats the final clenture of the story.  Oh...you are so very wrong.  

The next day I dont see WBS.  ...the day after that...still no WBS....and the day after that and the day after that...

Then one day my coworker comes in and tells me..."Hey, I saw Orlando in the newspaper.  Hes in jail...have you spoken to him?"

So, to finish this post Im ending with this.  I was right to ignore WBS, and all other crazy looking/acting guys that approach me, because in the end WBS wasn't a "nice guy, trying to get to know me"  He merely was a college drop out, living with his ex girlfriend (thats why he could only text me, and couldn't call me at home), and now a criminal, featured in the Philadelphia Inquire.

I rest my case.