Me? I'm supa FLY, supa dupa FLY!

“You’re so professional. You carry yourself with so much class.” This was the opening statement for T.F.’s dissertation on why he liked me. His attraction to me coincides quite well with the image that I have of myself. “You are about your business”. I take great pride in having all of my own things, place, car, good job, no kids, and a college education (in progress). He also said that my style is “Real fly, I only pick the girls that stand out”. Why can’t I ever get more straight forward compliments? That one was cool until he brought all of the other girls that he “picks” into it. Anyway, he pretty much told me that he was looking for a girlfriend. “Are you talking to anybody? ‘Cause I don’t like sharing.” WHOA NELLY! He said that he was tired of the same old thing, random girls with no sense of direction. “Girls are nothing new to me so I don’t have to settle, I can pick the best of the best”. Really? The compliments are getting better, but just nick the other girl thing in the butt ASAP! Anyway he proceeded to tell me how he felt like I could help him get his life back to where it should be. He said that lately he felt like a slacker and was looking for a girl to I guess inspire or motivate him to do more. By the way he has a 1 year old. He made a special announcement that I wouldn’t have to worry about his baby mama, “’Cause she’s not a ghetto lil’ girl”. He said that there relationship was very civilized. I sure hope so for her sake. Not that I really care cause his nice guy, looking for more, funky fresh dressed to impress, borderline metro sexual personality, doesn’t wet me up. I mean I like a gentlemen but your manhood has to be on the forefront at all times. He talks about clothes a lot, his and mine. This is not too new to me, ‘cause Hero stays fly and likes me for doing the same. But when T.F. talks about it, the vibe is different. It’s more of a you’re fly, let me prove that I am fly too kinda thing. He should just sit back. ‘Cause for example, I was already feeling his watch before he asked me if I liked it. He then proceeded to say that his was a little more fly than mine. Which by the way is a big face hot pink Kenneth Cole that Hero bought me that was way hotter than TF’s watch. He kept trying to put me up on stuff. Like Common, Jaguar Wright, and the “hippest” places to hang out. Boy, please, this is what I do...but I let him shine like all I know is Nelly and Reebok classics. Anyway, keep his style, his admiration for me and his musical interests, subtract the baby and add some testosterone and TF could be in the runnings.