So I had gone on a couple of dates with this guy, let’s call him PNB (potential new boo), and we really seemed to have a great connection. Nonstop laughter, endless conversation, chemistry….you name it, we had it and, not to mention, we had the SAME taste in music [SCORE!!!!]. We communicated often and things really flowed with ease. Well on this particular evening during one of our many music chats, he mentioned that he LOVED Lauryn Hill and that he went to her concert in DC earlier in the year. I laughed and said: Me: Funny story… I was supposed to be at that concert, but the guy that invited me…
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Light Bright Hoe
So I met this guy at a friend’s barbecue over the summer and we really hit it off. He was funny, outgoing, and a smooth talker. He was into literature, black culture, and a graduate of the ‘mecca’ of historically black colleges and universities. We’ll call him BS…short for wannabe Black Sophisticate. Anyway, we were supposed to hook up a couple of weeks later to attend a concert at a popular restaurant in DC; however, I had fallen very ill and had to reschedule (bummer!). Fast forward to the following week and it’s SHOWTIME or so I thought…BS called me later that afternoon saying that he got us tickets to…
