It’s happened to all of us at least one good time. Even the most gangsta of individuals (such as myself) have fallen victim.
I’m talking about getting gamed. But not in a bad way, necessarily. I’m talking about running across those individuals who you might not otherwise pay attention to, but they, ya know, laid their game down quite flat.
Back in maybe 1999 or 2000 (it was that long ago, I really can’t remember), I was working at an MCI Call Center in Atlanta. Yes, Panama was that arsehole calling you trying to get you to pay 10 cents a minute to call domestically – this was clearly before cell phones. Well I had my eye on this one particular philly. I voiced this interest to a female co-worker of mine who had started working there at the same time as myself.
One day, I’d gotten the gall to approach said philly. Well, out of the blue, my co-worker friend lets me know that ole girl not only has a boyfriend but he’s one of our bosses.
Well, in my down-in-the-dumpedness, she lets me know that if not for ole boy, she’d definitely holler at me and we continue talking. I ended up taking her home that night and we had a good convo in the car. It seems that we had a lot in common and upon realizing this, we started casually dating. Who’d a thunk it?
Apparently co-worker chick who lied to me about the chick I really wanted in order to make sure she got her shot at the kid. She basically hoodwinked my ass in the name of love. In 12 countries and Guatemala, that’s probably romantic and by the time she told me I was actually interested in her.
Until I wasn’t. Too bad I got tired of her in like 2.4 days, quit MCI, became totally freakin’ awesome, and joined the priesthood. By the way, 1 out of 4 of those statements is totally false.
Anyway, the point is, ole girl really gamed my arse. She knew what she wanted and made it happen. I had to give her points for sheer audacity alone. I have no clue what happened to that chick and frankly, I don’t really care. I only remembered her because today I saw a Maserati and let’s just say, she was named after a luxury sports car.
Yes yes y’all, Panama has even given the hoodest of chicks the opportunity to drink at the well that is he. He is I and I am him, slim with the tilted brim (no really, look at my pic on the about page!).
Wanton arrogance aside, I appreciate a woman who lays her game down quite flat and gets what she wants.
So fellow VSBers, whats your best game? Rather, when did you lay your game down so strong that even you were impressed with yourself? Or when did somebody come at you in such a way that you had no choice but to give up the number or some conversation?
-VSB P aka THE ARSONIST