So I had been going back and forth over the phone with a fine, beautiful, did I mention fine, Black woman named Tasha. Once again, did I mention she was FINE? I finally got the nerve to ask her out, as at that stage in my life I was intimidated by beautiful Black women. Fortunately, she said yes.
I didn’t know where to go that night on our date, but I knew for sure as long as she was with me, I couldn’t care less.
I came home and I went over different outfits….mixing and matching pants, shirts and ties….and I called her to get an idea of what she would wear. She stated stated a super short dress, heels and that she was on her way home from the hair shop. I told her she didn’t have to wear a super short dress, but she said she wanted to impress me because she thinks I’m cute. I told her that I was going to trust her on the outfit (as I’m really not a fan of women wearing super short dresses just covering their asses).
As I was getting ready to head out, my brother/roommate asked where I was going. I told him “wherever she wants to go to eat that’s reasonable and not super”. I distinctly remember the Simpson’s coming on as I left and thought, “this is going to be an epic date”.
I arrived on time (as she lived about 15 minutes away) and called my queen, Tasha, to let her know that I was outside. As she approached the car, I could see for sure that she was wearing that super short dress she mentioned; HOWEVER, there was a problem…. she had on jeans under the dress AND was wearing gyms shoes, while carrying her heels in her hands [WTF!].
She asked me if I was impressed with her dress, and I said “I didn’t expect you to be wearing jeans.” She said, ” my daddy doesn’t allow me to walk out the house dressed like that!” I got scared and asked “how old are you?” She said, “Thomas, you know I’m 24, why do you ask ?” I said, “no reason, where would you like to go and have dinner?” She proudly exclaimed, “Wendy’s!” [Insert record screeching]
I was shocked as hell and said “Wendy’s? Out of all the places to eat in the city of Chicago [the land of foodies….the mecca of good eats], Wendy’s on 55th?” She said “yes, take me to Wendy’s and you’re going to pay for my meal.” I looked at her like she was crazy. I said “first you wanted to wear a dress to impress me but your daddy wouldn’t let your wear it, now your thinking of fine cuisine is Wendy’s?” She looked me dead in my eyes and said “yes, you got a problem with Wendy’s? A real man would buy me a meal at Wendy’s.
I had enough, and told her the date was over. She got out the car, and said “I hate cheap, small minded n*ggas”. I said “Correction! Wearing jeans under a small ass dress that you know your daddy won’t let you wear, picking Wendy’s out of all the places to eat in Chicago, telling me I’m going to buy you a meal at Wendy’s and I’m suppose to like it? You are the crazy one.
She slammed the door, walked off, and I drove off….Got home just in time to finish watching the Simpson’s with my brother.
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