Here is a story I would love to make public via th...

2010-09-15T22:02:06.025-04:00

Here is a story I would love to make public via the internet. This story is about a man called
Mr. Ball-ess (too much?)

Basically I got stiffed at a swanky NYC restaurant after dating Mr. B for a few months. He confessed his love weeks earlier and I did not return the feelings. So at dinner after ordering a bottle of wine, appetizers, and two dinners, he excused himself to go to the "bathroom". My phone beeped with a text which read:

"I know it's rude, but I left. We just aren't connecting."

All I know is that all I could see was red, and my credit card certainly connected with the restaurant's billing statement that night.

Weeks later after many conversations with girlfriends urging me to send awful magazines, tell him I am pregnant, key his car, etc., my roommate helped me get some sort of revenge.

All I can say that his entire high rise Manhattan apartment found in their mailboxes, under their doormats, over their keyholes, and plastered on community bulletin boards fliers detailing how one of their neighbors lacked a pair of balls and Southern manners.

It may have been childish, but it felt great!

Mr.CD...lol I've come across Ms. CP once or tw...

2010-07-16T14:36:44.102-04:00

Mr.CD...lol I've come across Ms. CP once or twice :-)

Comments on Black Girls Don't Date: Steppin' into Psycho

Here is a story I would love to make public via th...

Mr.CD...lol I've come across Ms. CP once or tw...