"I don’t need any more friends.'’ It’s what Tariq told a woman he dated freshman year after she decided that she was feeling somebody else more. He’d moved on too and he and the girl who said this were parting on good terms. He’d always thought the girl was cool as hell and enjoyed hanging out with her, but for whatever reason, he wasn’t interested in being just her friend. For years, I thought he was an ass for handling things that way. But now I get it.
I’d met a boy. Remember the one that had me posting all erratic throughout July because I was cooing in his pretty face? The one who said when I was near-death last month, ‘’D, come to Queens so I can take care of you?'’ The one who sent me a book called Queens about black women and their fabulous hair and their love for it as a Get Well present… Hold up, did I tell ya’ll that last one? Well anyway, he wants to be just friends.
His version of events: we were always just friends. You misinterpreted things.
My version of events: I ain’t misinterpret ish. (I checked every action against He’s Just Not That Into You. This guy acted like was.) I assume now that he a) found somebody he liked better or b) it was all flawless game from the start or c) both of the above.
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