I'm a recent graduate from VCU and am waiting patiently to begin working at Clifton Gunderson. I love shopping, cooking, and above all the food network. I dream of the old days of athleticism and at times fool myself into thinking I can still run 4 miles without passing out. I'm a hard core animal lover and own a cat the could be characterized as morbidly obese. Favorite Drink of the week - Water, thats right... good old H2O
Ran into an old friend the other day. Not just any old friend, this kid was my best friend my first two years of college. One of the few dudes that I could chill with on the regular and not have to put up with the regular college-male, “wanna come chill at my spot” bullshit. We had eachothers backs in any situation. I remember one time when he found out that the guy I was talking to was spreading nonsense bout me behind my back, he straightened that out real quick. Or the time his mom couldn’t afford to give him a Christmas so I made sure when he got back to school that he had a few gifts “under the tree” just to remind him that even in hard time those that love you come through. This boy had a part of my heart. Fast forward two years. I find myself in the club with my friends and turn around. Who do I see? I see the boy that at one point in my life meant so much to me. Did he speak? Did he acknowledge my presence? No, this boy has changed. He’s under the impression that he and the posse of other BOYS, yes boys, that he now calls his friends, are now somehow men. That they’ve “fucked” enough “bitches” and rapped a few lyrics, and now they grown. I feel a knot in the pit of my stomach. I want to slap him and make him remember who he was, that sweet boy that would fight before he called a girl a bitch or a ho, that sweet boy who knew that the “fame” and “entitlement” that some find while they are in college does not last past their 4-6 year academic career. I wish I had been content with him simply acting as if I didnt exist. But in the back of my mind I had hope, hope that he too missed that friendship, that maybe he was looking at me wondering when I would speak. So I took that step, I went over and said hello. And as he turned to me with a smirk on his face, reached around me and tried to grab my ass, as if thats the attention that I was looking for, I knew, I knew he was gone. And the “man” that replaced him is here to stay. In his mind he’s moved on to big and better, how I wish that he new better.
