The Art of the Call

While walking the streets of Harlem, I've learned something...90 percent of the men amongst these streets walking to their destinations, waiting for their transportation or just enjoying the city outside know NOTHING about how to properly and effectively talk to a woman. At least not a woman of poise and purpose.

Call me cocky or conceited if you like, but I've gained major confidence over the years regardless of my full-figure and I hold myself in high regard when I walk around or do anything in public. I walk with my head leveled, shoulders poised and relaxed and yes I will admit that I have a nice ass to look at (especially in motion). However, not the first "HEY MA" will get my attention long enough to notice if you're even breathing or not. Not because I'm too good for words but because the approach is garbage!! And the ever infamous comment that sometimes follows rejection is "well fuck you then!" Nice touch Romeo. Really?? It makes me want to go on a massive throat punching spree and you know how seriously I take my throat punching duties.

But I've also realized that its not all the fault of these men because some women that don't understand their potential worth respond to this shit and they think its fly. As for me, I keep moving and although I'm married and I won't take any other man up on a date anyway, its always nice to be properly approached with a compliment from time to time other than "Damn Ma!" Men guilty of this....do better asap.