hot for teacher: the relationship litmus test

 

its an inevitability.

a forgone conclusion.

an inflexible and inescapable eventuality.

it all starts the same way. champ enters room. champ announces his presence, usually by either giving a head nod to noone in particular or verbally stating “the champ is here” in a forcefully hushed tone. outrageously attractive woman approaches champ. champ and outrageously attractive woman immediately leave room and have wild shitake monkey sex. champ and woman speak. woman is impressed with champ’s diction and banter. champ is impressed with woman’s diction and banter, but more impressed with her ass.

eventually, the champ and this woman will go on 2-4 extremely irrelevant dates, filled with aggressively nonchalant flirting, subtle promises of breakfast making, and extremely irrelevant questions, sans for one…the champs most tried and true relationship litmus test

“do you like “the wire”?”

although seemingly innocuous, this simple five word question tells me everything i need to know about the potential somewhat significant other. “how, omnipotent champ?” you ask? its all about the answers.

lemme walk you through it

1. “no. it sucks”

there’s two types of people in this world: people who love the wire, and soul-less hemophiliac viking pedophiles. there’s no inbetween. if you don’t like the wire, than you’re a soul-less hemophiliac viking pedophile. since the champ doesn’t date soul-less hemophiliac viking pedophiles unless they look like post-”in the house”/pre-crack maia campbell, this answer lets me know there’s no future between us. also, usually at this point i offer to go dutch.

2. “no. i can’t watch it because it reminds me too much of home”

run!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i dont want to hear how. i don’t look back. i don’t ask for the check. i just run.

3. “hmmm. the wire? never heard of it”

obviously, this means that this person is living in a pop culture vacuum. although her pop cultural ignorance shows that we wouldn’t be compatible, women living in pop culture vacuums tend to be freaks (ie: palin, sarah) so you can find an eventual use for her if you’re creative.

4. “i actually haven’t seen it, but i’ve heard good things about it.”

5. “yes!!!”

the only completely acceptable answers. if she follows up with “in fact, i just bought the complete dvd set”, i might even make her some buttermilk waffles.

whether conscious or subconscious, blatant or subtle, intentional or accidental, we all have relationship litmus tests we put prospective prospects through. unambiguous measuring sticks, these or our standardized ways of weeding through the mucky modern-day relationship morass.

***along with the wire query, i also give potentials the stair test. to expound, i live on the top floor of my building. if a walk up to my apartment makes you sound like an emphasemic darth vader, maybe its time to head back to training camp***

so, people of vsb…what are your relationship litmus tests?

—the champ

Good Question.

I’m a man.  What that inevitably means is that at some point in time, I’ve said something uber-stupid or done something uber-dumb in regards to women.  In my attempts to look cool to the chicas, I probably waylamed myself out.  Lucky for me, I’m who I am, so despite myself, I manage to be me ,which is always a good thing.

I’m also humble.  It’s one of my finer qualities.  And I have so many.  Modesty is definitely another one.

I slay me.  I really do.

With that in mind, earlier today I got to thinking about some times when I’ve put my foot in my mouth when talking to a woman.  Sometimes it was on purpose, other times, not so much.  I heard somewhere one day that there are certain questions that you just don’t ask a woman.  “How old are you?”  and “How much do you weigh?” are the clear front runners but to me, that seems to leave a plethora of questions that men need to know not to ask women.

Since benevolence is ALSO one of my great qualities (there I go with the humble modesty again), and since we at VSB.com are all about the education of the people (we’re SO anti mis-education of Negroes),  I figure that the least I can do is share with my fellow brethren is a few other questions that you should just never ask a woman.  Mmkay?

K.

1.  So, when are you due?

I’ve witnessed my father ask this of a woman before.  Not.Pretty.  Not only was she not expecting, she didn’t even look like she was.  Pops just figured “what the hell, I’m married, I’ll never see her naked anyway, let’s see if she’s pregnant.”  Patriarchal knowledge aside, unless you know for a fact that a thicker chick is pregnant, it doesn’t behoove you to wonder that wonderment.  On the flip side, it’s ALWAYS funny to ask a non-pregnant woman if she’s expecting, especially if you never want to see her naked.  Mostly because you probably won’t after you ask that question.  Plus, if she is, you exposed her.  Geraldo would be proud.

2.  (after getting her name)  So, is that your stage name or what?

I remember the first time my homey Boom told me about her boy doing that in Lenox Mall in Atlanta, I teared up from laughing so hard.  Mostly, because I’d like to do that one day.  Just seems like a hoot.  Besides, all chicks are undercover strippers anyway, you might be boosting her ego.  It helps to throw a dollar at her.

3.  How long do you normally make guys wait before they hit?  Two?  Three dates?

This is a bad question all around.  For one, let’s say she does only make cats wait two dates, but now you done blown up her spot so she has to make it seem like that’s not the case.  You just added a few dates onto your sentence, homey.  What a dumbarse.  The game is to be sold, not to be told.  There you go telling me no, again.  There you go.

Sorry, had a Keith Sweat moment.

4.  Do you mind if I don’t spend the night?

Especially if you follow it up with, “I’ve got a early morning meeting at 2pm tomorrow. “  Look, nobody wants to feel used.  It hurts.  And to add insult to injury, it’s not like you were going to put money on the nightstand, so its like you left AND it was a freeby.  That’s just rude.  It’s better to just get up and leave WITHOUT asking.  Tsk.  Too many words, friend.  Too many words.

5.  How do you feel about the song “Put It In Your Mouth”?

If you’re not in the club and the song just went off, this is never a good question to ask a woman.  For one, it kind of implies that you care about her opinion of Akinyele.  And NOBODY cares about Akinyele.  She’ll think you have bad taste in rappers and that won’t even get you to second base, pal.  Keep the hip-hop discussions above board and just ask the question, who’s the best rapper in NY, “Jay-Z, Biggie, or Nas”.  By the way, Biggie?  Dead.

R.I.P.

So, what are some other questions that you should never ask a woman?  And ladies, us brothas need help here.  What should we NEVER ask you?

This is education.

It was written.

-VSB P aka THE ARSONIST aka TANGLE JIG P