Just because I'm black, doesn't mean I have a Stereotype. I'll steal any brand of stereo; no matter what type it is!

One night, I was hanging out at the club with my wingman. I was looking fly, in my new kicks. Really rocking a little black dress. This club was the bomb.

Me and my girls were getting low. The DJ was off the hook that night. I was like, "Yeah, that's my jam!"

That's when I saw him from across the room. He was on his Bluetooth. Boy, was he hot - real eye candy. He was chilling with his homies. Some chick was all up on him. I got the 411 and found out that she was his ex boo.

She started giving me hard looks. It made me tight. So I flipped her the bird.

He was checking me out. Then he asked, "What's up, Shorty?"

I said, "Hey, Slim."

We hit the floor and got down with our bad selves for a while. Then I decided it was time to bounce. I gave him my digits before I left, and told him to holla at me sometime. He wanted to keep it on the DL.

I rolled out in my hot whip and decided to crash at my homie's crib.

That night, Slim kept blowing up my phone. I knew then that it was in the bag. We decided we should hook up. But, something about it gave me bad vibes.

I rolled over to his hood.

But when I got there, I was in for a surprise. He was with his baby mama. And when she saw me, she started bugging. She was really talking smack. She told me I was a ho. I told her to talk to the hand.

Man, he really stepped on his crank this time.

The whole thing was so funny, I busted a gut. Hey, the sun can't shine on the same dog's ass every day!

“Seems a bit unfair, doesn’t it?”

“What?”

“Life.”

“Well, yes, but why this time?”

“Well, you see it’s like a book. When you meet someone new, it’s like starting a new chapter, and while it’s exciting, and you can’t wait to see what adventures you’re going to have with this person in new chapters, the problem is…you have no idea what happened in the previous chapters. You don’t know what the plot is, what the characters have been, or where exactly within the plot line you just happened to drop in. You can figure out some of it if the person tells you, but you’ll forever be waiting for the plot to twist, waiting to discover if you’re just making a cameo, or if you’re there to stay. Sometimes I just wish I could read ahead, or go back and start the story from the beginning. Instead I’m just moving one page at a time, stuck in the middle of a book.”

“So…what can you do then?”

“I don’t know. I guess all you can do is hope the story is a good one...and that you don't get killed off on the next page.”