date rape

Point of order: 1] A shame when folks talk on they cell phone and drive; 2] the recession is really hard on some folks, and 3] The title is not making fun or taking lightly the seriousness of date rape.

Some of my family (the women) have insisted that as a single parent, and given my penchant for women and self asserted standards for what I find is exemplary of women, that I should date. Now on the surface, being a single parent of two is not an impediment, albeit having a son that plays all three high school sports and a three year old grown woman are my priority and make it difficult to date, it is not impossible. Especially seeing that we are out the house at 645 each morning and at the shop by 730 and do not leave until 8pm – then usually on our way to one of my son’s baseball, football or basketball games.

I really love it, although it can be tiresome especially since we eat breakfast at the table each morning and night, no matter what time we get home. But I took my cousin up on the offer and this is how it went, and why I don’t like going on dates. For the record we will call the culprit Lil momma. Well lil momma called and asked me to go and see Seal with here. She said it wasn’t a date, and that her sister suggested that she should ask me to go with them to the concert. So I said yes. Now when I ask a woman on a date, I do the mandatory date things. I pick her up; I pay for everything, and the entire nine. If I ask a woman out best believe I will be taking her out and won’t expect here to do anything. I will even ask up front if there will be a problem with the time and accommodate to make things amenable to such.

Now I guess it is different for women. For lil momma, on the eve before the date, called and told me she wanted me to come and pick her up – yep drive, and check this, at 630pm (an hour and a half before I close my shop). But I was cool, I over looked the fact that for this date I would have to stop making money. But then came the mission creep. After this she wanted me to come and get here when at first she said I would not have to drive. Next she asked if would get some wine and some food since it was at an outdoor concert hall popular in Atlanta where one can bring their there own food and beverage.

So after putting in work like I asked her to go out on a date, we finally get to the joint. There I come to find out the folk she said were going to be there were not and it ended up being me and her, and worse Seal. Now as I looked around, the place was crowed but not packed, and it appeared as if she and I were two of the eleventeen only black folks there. And she was having a blast albeit it seemed to me he was singing songs by Al Green, James Brown, Sam Cook and some more folks. Didn’t sing none of his songs until the end of the show when he came back for an encore – he did rock them though. And all the while all the white folks were dancing and sing all the words to HIS songs as if he was Prince or George Clinton.

I took her home as soon as I could. She did buy me a bottle of Tequila, but that was beside the point. I hope she aint think she was getting some – not at all. I would have preferred to been at home, childless dranking by my lonesome looking at the fight. Besides I done seen seals before at Sea world and Marine land when I was growing up. I was grateful, but just one reason why I don’t date or go out on dates, Id prefer to cook, sit at home, look at the stars, converse and maybe plane ole bone. This was no date, but it sure was date rape in the form of mission creep.