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I did a post about thirsty broads a couple of weeks ago. Click here if you missed it. This post is about a different type of thirsty broad. The type I just read about over at one of my favorite blogs, Single Black Male. Last night me and Kurt, Alex and Wayne went out last night to Atlantis Ultralounge (yeah right).
As we walked up I saw the line was kind of long and I don't really like waiting in line (or paying to get into clubs). So we walked up to the VIP line and the bouncer was being an asshole saying we couldn't even come through that line what a douche. The manager came right out and said that me and my friends didn't have to wait or pay. In the words of Tai Slumz: "because I got the juice".
When we go out we usually take turns buying rounds. Alex bought the first round of drinks so him and Kurt were by the bar. Wayne and I were standing near the dance floor. That's when I noticed her. This hood looking chick. I hate to judge people but I automatically associate baby phat jump suits with the hood. Anyway I see her across the room giving me bedroom eyes and I pretend not to see her. As she walks towards me I hope that she doesn't say anything to me. She walked past and I was feeling like I dodged a bullet. I wasn't so lucky on the passback. She kind of nudged me as she passed me and gave me a look that I can only describe with a picture.
Moments later Alex walks up with 4 vodka/cranberrys. I see ole' girl's eyes light up. She walked over to Alex and they start having a conversation. I can tell they were talking about me because they kept looking towards me. Alex then tells me to come over. The girl and I have a conversation that goes like this:
Baby Phat Diva: "So you gonna buy me AND my girls some drinks?"
Me: (as I immediately realize here breath smells like a used match) "Excuse me?"
BPD: "You got your friends, I got my friends. Maybe we can be friends."
Me: "I don't know them chicks."
BPD: "But we're thirsty and I thought we could all hang out."
Me: (clearly agitated) "I don't know them chicks."
BPD: "But you know me."
Me: "I don't know you and I don't know where you got that idea from."
Long story short I ended up seeing my homegirl and her friends. I bought their crew a round of drinks in front of the other chicks. That chick had the look of death in her eyes. I don't mind buying women drinks in the club. Its just a drink. What I don't like is for a chick to be extra thirsty asking for drinks in the club, especially when that's the first thing that comes out your mouth when you meet me.
