Stepping Out of My Box.....

If someone says "oh in order for you to find someone, you need to step outside your box". Don't ever listen to that ish! Stay right in your box.  You like what you like for a reason.

The day I stepped out of my box was with a guy I will just call "Bear Hands". He was my height (I'm 5'2), fluffy (fat, plump, round, more to love...whatever you want to call it) and much older. He was everything I DIDN'T want, looks wise, but I said "self, you need to look beyond the exterior and look inside the person's heart".  The thing that I did like about him was that he was a successful attorney and had an apartment in midtown (very convenient) Ok I know that's not what's in his heart but that's the stuff I like, especially if you can't make it happen for me in the looks department *blank stare*. Anyway.....

We dined at the Blue Water Grill in NYC, I had the Big Eye Tuna and he had some other crap. All was going well until he reached over the table to grab my hand, that's when I saw it..... The crawling hair coming out of his crisp button down sleeve shirt! Even at that point I decided to stay calm, "self, look beyond the exterior...". 

When the night was done, we parted ways. At the time I was living in Jersey City; while siting on the path train the only thing I could think of was.... I wonder if he has crawling hair on his chest like Tony Montana.

But....The Ish done hit the fan, I need to tell you what this fool had the audacity to do.... More to come.

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