On Day 12, I wrote about two older men at the gym who talked smack to me, and only me, while on the court two Sundays ago.
Well, I found out yesterday that Grandpa #1 thought I was another lady who used to come to the court and talk smack on the regular. He was still in his feelings about whatever she said to him 3 or more years ago and was "getting revenge"...but he had the wrong lady.
LMAOjdakdjfaepurdkag!
Get your baby ass outta here!
Again, how old are we?
K to the...
Showing posts with label chronicles. Show all posts
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Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Monday, June 4, 2012
Love & Basketball Chronicles: You gon' learn today!
I'm not the type who talks mess when on the court. Actually, I don't say much, aside from typical teammate talk ("Shoot the J. SHOOT IT!") or calling out the score. However, on a fine Sunday morning following a night of tomfoolery while celebrating another Dirty Flirty Thirty birthday, I was talking. I was getting fed up with these two dudes who happen to have the same name. So, to protect the guilty, they'll be referred to as "Young Money" and "Old Money".
Young Money
Young Money is about 6 inches taller, and at least 20 pounds heavier than me. He constantly talks mess to me on the court and I usually ignore it. However, on this fine Sunday morning, ignoring him wasn't happening. YM was trying to get his Baby Shaq on because he just KNEW he could score on me due to this size advantage. In the midst of all the action, I calmly stated "[YM], you might not wanna underestimate my size or strength. It's not a good look for you."
He laughed.
And scored 0 points when posting me up. I tried told him!
Old Money
Old Money is in his 50s and is in pretty good shape. We always end up playing D on each other when we're on opposite teams. For the past month, I've noticed he's been getting extra frisky with his defense. One day, I felt hands all over my body, like there was a sign on my glutes that said "FREE FEELS!" After this instance of on-court molestation, I started to pay more attention to how he plays defense on others. Yeah...major difference.
So, on this same fine Sunday morning, I was being hacked by OM. I even heard him say "You're not getting sh*t today" under his breath. O_O I got fed up and called a foul on him (something I rarely do). Then, I spoke up about his hack attacks on me compared to everyone else. Of course, he denied it, but I wasn't backing down.
The next time he was on defense, he was like 3 feet away from me.
I hope I'm able to go back to my quiet self when I step back on the court.
K to the...
Young Money
Young Money is about 6 inches taller, and at least 20 pounds heavier than me. He constantly talks mess to me on the court and I usually ignore it. However, on this fine Sunday morning, ignoring him wasn't happening. YM was trying to get his Baby Shaq on because he just KNEW he could score on me due to this size advantage. In the midst of all the action, I calmly stated "[YM], you might not wanna underestimate my size or strength. It's not a good look for you."
He laughed.
And scored 0 points when posting me up. I tried told him!
Old Money
Old Money is in his 50s and is in pretty good shape. We always end up playing D on each other when we're on opposite teams. For the past month, I've noticed he's been getting extra frisky with his defense. One day, I felt hands all over my body, like there was a sign on my glutes that said "FREE FEELS!" After this instance of on-court molestation, I started to pay more attention to how he plays defense on others. Yeah...major difference.
So, on this same fine Sunday morning, I was being hacked by OM. I even heard him say "You're not getting sh*t today" under his breath. O_O I got fed up and called a foul on him (something I rarely do). Then, I spoke up about his hack attacks on me compared to everyone else. Of course, he denied it, but I wasn't backing down.
The next time he was on defense, he was like 3 feet away from me.
I hope I'm able to go back to my quiet self when I step back on the court.
K to the...
Monday, May 21, 2012
Love & Basketball Chronicles: The Thirst Is Back
I don't know if it's because I've been coming to the gym solo dolo, or if folk are just being bold; but, maugs have been flirting more than usual on the court the past few months. Per usual, I blow it off. Thanks to my experiences at the YMCA, I have no interest in conversing with guys outside of the gym.
So yesterday, after a wack hooping session due to not winning any games, I was off to the side watching the half-court games, resting. This dude - we'll call him Lt. Cedric Daniels - sits near me. After talking about the games we just finished, he decided to get up in my business. The conversation goes as follows:
Daniels: Do you have a boyfriend?
Me: No. And I'm not looking either.
Daniels: Don't wanna be bothered?
Me: Nope, not at all
Daniels: We should hook up. You should hang with me at the lakefront
Me: *acts like I'm so into the game I'm watching that I don't hear him.*
Daniels: So, can we hook up? What's your name?
Me: Kenya
Daniels: I'm [redacted]
Me: ...
Daniels: So can we hook up?
Me: I don't hook up with anyone I hoop with up here.
Daniels: I don't really go here. Someone hooked me up with this gym. I just started going here. You've been here longer than me, right?
Me: About a year.
Daniels: So we can't hook-up?
Thankfully, at this point, someone came over talking ish and joking around. So, I was able to successfully Euro-step out that unnecessary auss convo. He also thought because I was shooting around with this one dude who comes on the court smelling like molded cheese from 1998, that the stinky guy was my boyfriend. Negroid, GO GET SOME BUSINESS!
I need guys to understand that not all women want to be in a relationship. If I say I don't want to be bothered, that doesn't mean try harder. Maybe if he still thought I was 18, I wouldn't have dealt with this.
K to the...
So yesterday, after a wack hooping session due to not winning any games, I was off to the side watching the half-court games, resting. This dude - we'll call him Lt. Cedric Daniels - sits near me. After talking about the games we just finished, he decided to get up in my business. The conversation goes as follows:
Daniels: Do you have a boyfriend?
Me: No. And I'm not looking either.
Daniels: Don't wanna be bothered?
Me: Nope, not at all
Daniels: We should hook up. You should hang with me at the lakefront
Me: *acts like I'm so into the game I'm watching that I don't hear him.*
Daniels: So, can we hook up? What's your name?
Me: Kenya
Daniels: I'm [redacted]
Me: ...
Daniels: So can we hook up?
Me: I don't hook up with anyone I hoop with up here.
Daniels: I don't really go here. Someone hooked me up with this gym. I just started going here. You've been here longer than me, right?
Me: About a year.
Daniels: So we can't hook-up?
Thankfully, at this point, someone came over talking ish and joking around. So, I was able to successfully Euro-step out that unnecessary auss convo. He also thought because I was shooting around with this one dude who comes on the court smelling like molded cheese from 1998, that the stinky guy was my boyfriend. Negroid, GO GET SOME BUSINESS!
I need guys to understand that not all women want to be in a relationship. If I say I don't want to be bothered, that doesn't mean try harder. Maybe if he still thought I was 18, I wouldn't have dealt with this.
K to the...
Monday, September 20, 2010
Love & Basketball Chronicles...9.20.10 pt. deux
Like I've said before, I've come across different types of men at the gym. I was so disgusted by the guys I would see, that any "gym rat", was NOT boyfriend potential, for me.
Well, my theory was proven wrong. Maybe because he doesn't have a membership at the Y. It's something about the level "bitch" in those Y cats that...
Wait, what was I saying?
Anywho, I used to be too friendly when it came to giving out my phone number. I would give guys my number, thinking they'll be cool...but then they'll turn out to be crazy, like this cat here.
So I stopped doing that ish. But I'd notice that some guys would just give me their numbers, without me asking; the same guys I had NO interest in.
Let's take it back...way back...but not really. Let's rewind to LAST YEAR (that's right, 2009).
I'm walking to my car as I'm leaving the gym and this guy walks out with me. He willingly gives me his number...I said I MIGHT call him. MIGHT! I think I may have seen him once or twice after that.
Now fast forward to July of THIS YEAR.
I see him and I say "what's up?"
He rolls his eyes at me.
O__O
I mean he rolled them so hard I should have hit him with the "You can roll em, you can control em, but you sholl can't..."
We ended up on the same team. He'll say what was necessary (ya know simple ish like "shoot the J...SHOOT IT!"1), but once the game is over, he still wouldn't speak to me.
It wasn't until last week when I was chatting with the Young Blood that he decides to speak.
So I hit him with the "now you wanna speak?" This is when he said he was mad at me because I didn't call him...LAST YEAR! He said he'll speak next time I see him....after he tried to give me his number, again!!!
What did we learn today, boys and girls?
Some men wear briefs...then you have some that wear panties. lol
K to the...
1. I was shullbitting. lol
Well, my theory was proven wrong. Maybe because he doesn't have a membership at the Y. It's something about the level "bitch" in those Y cats that...
Wait, what was I saying?
Anywho, I used to be too friendly when it came to giving out my phone number. I would give guys my number, thinking they'll be cool...but then they'll turn out to be crazy, like this cat here.
So I stopped doing that ish. But I'd notice that some guys would just give me their numbers, without me asking; the same guys I had NO interest in.
Let's take it back...way back...but not really. Let's rewind to LAST YEAR (that's right, 2009).
I'm walking to my car as I'm leaving the gym and this guy walks out with me. He willingly gives me his number...I said I MIGHT call him. MIGHT! I think I may have seen him once or twice after that.
Now fast forward to July of THIS YEAR.
I see him and I say "what's up?"
He rolls his eyes at me.
O__O
I mean he rolled them so hard I should have hit him with the "You can roll em, you can control em, but you sholl can't..."
We ended up on the same team. He'll say what was necessary (ya know simple ish like "shoot the J...SHOOT IT!"1), but once the game is over, he still wouldn't speak to me.
It wasn't until last week when I was chatting with the Young Blood that he decides to speak.
So I hit him with the "now you wanna speak?" This is when he said he was mad at me because I didn't call him...LAST YEAR! He said he'll speak next time I see him....after he tried to give me his number, again!!!
What did we learn today, boys and girls?
Some men wear briefs...then you have some that wear panties. lol
K to the...
1. I was shullbitting. lol
Love & Basketball Chronicles: Hate Edition 9.20.10
Hello there, sports fans.
Time for another installment in “The Love & Basketball Chronicles: Hate edition”.
This post is about the "Young Meat". For those who didn’t read my blogpost on what a young meat is, here’s a quick review.
After a two week hiatus due to the basketball courts being closed, the gym is back open. So last week, as I was waiting for my game, I went off to the side to shoot some free throws. Well, this young gentleman, who we’ll call “Young Blood” decides to shoot around with me. No problem. Then, it turns into a series of free throw shooting contests, best out of 5. I’m thinking it’s all good (as in no flirting) because this Y.B. is aware of my age.
I was wrong.
So it gets to the tie breaking shot, and he goes “7-7-3.” I laugh it off like “I know he isn’t tryna ask for my number on the sly.
He was.
And he repeats it again. I wave him off, because I AIN'T GOING!!!
Before we left the gym, he says “You owe me!” I told him I owe him a Gatorade for losing.
Better to restore your electrolytes, rather than have your ego shattered by me NOT giving you my digits.
K to the...
Time for another installment in “The Love & Basketball Chronicles: Hate edition”.
This post is about the "Young Meat". For those who didn’t read my blogpost on what a young meat is, here’s a quick review.
After a two week hiatus due to the basketball courts being closed, the gym is back open. So last week, as I was waiting for my game, I went off to the side to shoot some free throws. Well, this young gentleman, who we’ll call “Young Blood” decides to shoot around with me. No problem. Then, it turns into a series of free throw shooting contests, best out of 5. I’m thinking it’s all good (as in no flirting) because this Y.B. is aware of my age.
I was wrong.
So it gets to the tie breaking shot, and he goes “7-7-3.” I laugh it off like “I know he isn’t tryna ask for my number on the sly.
He was.
And he repeats it again. I wave him off, because I AIN'T GOING!!!
Before we left the gym, he says “You owe me!” I told him I owe him a Gatorade for losing.
Better to restore your electrolytes, rather than have your ego shattered by me NOT giving you my digits.
K to the...
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