Daddy Update

I know that you all are too tired of hearing about my Daddy right now. So in short, he did not show yesterday.
I went to Popeye's to get lunch and decided to call him since he never answered my text. He tells me that he will be here tomorrow but can not give me an exact time. He wants me to text him my address and look for a hotel for him to stay in. Flakey, I know. That was at lunchtime.
Just now, I called him to see where he was on the road and his phone was turned off. I texted him my address and some hotel prices. I really don't know what to think.
Tomorrow is not today. I really hope he comes. I have been really excited to see him. But if he doesn't come, I am sorry, but I am just going to have to be over it.

Daddy Day

OK, so today my Dad is supposed to be coming into town.
Yesterday, he was texting me, asking me what I wanted to do and where I wanted to go. So hopefully, hopefully that means he is really coming this time. I have showered. I am going to wash my hair so that my 'fro will be pretty. I am going to repaint my toes and look really cute: leggings and a poncho. I don't think I can even grasp right now how disappointed I will be if he pulls the okie doke.
I just texted him, asking him what time he will be getting in. No response as of yet. Not a good sign. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. Guys, I am emotionally unstable. There is really no room in my life for devastating let-downs.

Frown

Day two of phonelessness. I have full access to the Internet, and I still feel disconnected.
Early this morning, I took a field trip to the bank to see what is up with my check, and, trying to get out before it got hot, I got to the bank before it opened. Let me just say that I was not smiling. I was sleepy. I was tired. And I was pissed that I was still broke and phoneless. So as I stood in front of the bank, waiting on it to open, I was joined by a dude in gray Dickies and a matching top.
Why is it that when I do not feel like playing some broke brotha always thinks it's playtime? Why can men not read body language? Clearly, all while this dude was talking, I looked like I wanted to punch him, and he just kept on going.
He was stuttering, trying to make small talk. But it was nervous stutter, not speech problem stutter. It took everything in me not to punch this cat!
On top of that, I realized that this same guy had tried to talk to me when I was like 15! I remembered his eyes. They are big. Like really big.
I walked away while he was talking and felt depressed. I'm attracting the same dudes who wanted to holla when I was 15?! For some reason that made me sad.
Once the bank opened he followed me in. Luckily he had a transaction, or I was about to mace him. I'm tellin' you guys, I was not in the mood.

Tori

I can not remember if I have ever mentioned Tori to you, the 5 foot even Virgin Island boy that I was foolish enough to give my phone number to while waiting on the bus in a very shifty part of Atlanta.
This part of the A is so shifty that I am almost positive that upon initially seeing me, a young female alone on a bus bench, he probably thought that I was a prostitute. This neighborhood has its fair share, believe me.
Anywho, I was feeling bad about myself because I had gotten my feelings hurt at my internship, and I just wanted to go home, eat some Edy's, and go to sleep. He comes along, tells me that "my Afro is an aphrodisiac" and I give him my digits.
That was almost three years ago.
Since then, this brotha has called me numerous times from different numbers. I know this, because each one is saved in my phone under "DON'T ANSWER." He always says, "Hey, this is Tori" like I am supposed to be happy or remember clearly who he is. Sadly, after tons of dead-in calls, I do.
I finally thought I had successfully tossed him when he called me a few months ago and I told him I didn't want to talk to him anymore.
"Why? Do you have a man?" He is so small and thin that he sounded like a hurt four-year-old. Luckily, Sorta Beau was still a fixture in my life at that time, so I was like "Yep' even though we were not at all serious (were we ever, I still don't know?).
When he called he was always on some left-field stuff. Once he was like "I was talking to a girl and there is now an eviction notice on her door. Do you still think she lives here? I wrote my number on the notice, just in case." Then, out of the blue, he called me on another occasion. "So, can I come over today? Do you live with your mom? Would she be cool with me coming over?" He even texted me. "Do you know anyone who needs a roommate?"
So, after the boyfriend deal, I was sure I had dodged him for good until he called me relatively recently. I can't give an exact time, seeing that I was half asleep. I pick up the phone and I see I have a missed call. Groggy, I call the number back.
"Who is this?" I croak.
"Tori."
I hung up. I'm sorry, but he is annoying, and he was messing with my nap time. Hopefully, he finds another chub to annoy someplace.