Is Blood Really Thicker Then Water? • 06.25.09
Written by Marvelous Mo for Blogxilla.com
So it was my sophomore (or junior) year in high school when the notice got out that an all boys private high school in Harlem was throwing a dance and they extended their invitation to our school. Being in an all girl Catholic high school was a BITCH, so any type of testosterone involved I tried to be around it. At the dance, which happened to be during the height of the Coogi phenomenon, I spotted this guy [Let's call him JEFF] who was checking me out. We danced, exchanged numbers and I left smiling on cloud nine. It wasn’t long when he asked me on a date and introduced me to his funny friends. We talked and hung out more, but my mom grew concerned at how much time I was hanging with this guy on my weekends. Mom proposed that she speak with his mom just so she can figure out what type of person I’m hanging out with. While I’m on AOL chatting in a chatroom and doing homework (by the way, AIM-ing casually & doing homework isn’t even possible to do), my Mom calls me in the kitchen while she’s wiping a tear from her eyes from all the laughter she experienced in her phone call. (more…)
