The Cover Up
On my lunch break, I called my hetero-lifemate to catch up. Here's how the conversation went:
JustTrina: Girl, wassup? How's life? I heard you were WIFED UP tough!!
HeteroLifeMate: Whhhhaaattt? What are you talking about?
JT: I heard someone put a lock on the cooch and is holdin' on to that key HARD!!
HLM (laughing): You so stupid!! Honestly, things went from excellent to bad real quick.
JT: Really, I'm sorry to hear that. What happened?
HLM: He's a guy, a typical Haitian dude. Doesn't think about the things he does.
(that's how it started, fast forward about 20 minutes to the point of the blog)
JT: HLM, we (she, my BF and myself) are all chicks of different calibres, it's tough to find someone who gets us. You're not the average girl so half the stuff a guy would get away with with someone normal, you don't let rock. And I'm sure that's what made you hub him down (female version of "wife her up," meaning make your actual girlfriend...boyfriend in this case) in the first place, he seemed different.
HLM: Yeah, I thought he was, but that n*gga was a cover up.
(END SCENE)
After I finished laughing hysterically, the conversation was brought to a close and we both went back to work. Not 5 minutes later, a text conversation ensued between myself and a kid I know who I describe as "a dog humping my leg."
DHL: Wassup sexy...when's your bro leavin ma (he's from the south and the only reason he uses "ma" is because I told him about my weakness with that word...Apparently he tuned out the part where I said when a guy from BK says it...idiot)
JT: Nothin', workin'...
DHL: Do you give massages
JT: Not randomly, but yes.
DHL: Would you like to give me a massage
JT: Nope.
DHL: Dang no love
JT: What's between us ain't love
DHL: What is it then
JT: Whatever it is it ain't love...I got it!! You're a horny little kid trying to get sex from a PHENOMENAL source so you won't have to sleep with your girlfriend and break whatever strained bond it is you have with your God. All in the guise of a 'friendship.'
(silence)
So, on to the cover up. It's basically the honeymoon, when you only show your significant other the good in what you have to offer. As my father always said, only time will show someone's true colors, and that lasts about 3-4 months. After that, the real person or the truth comes out, peeking through the "cover." We all do it, that thin veil worn before something happens and we're stripped. Thinly veiled friendships by people who really wanna sleep with each other, thinly veiled relationships with people who really wanna stab each other in the throat, thinly veiled politics by a president who I believe to have voyeuristic tendencies. Everything's a cover up and it's up to real people to show and prove.
JustTrina: Girl, wassup? How's life? I heard you were WIFED UP tough!!
HeteroLifeMate: Whhhhaaattt? What are you talking about?
JT: I heard someone put a lock on the cooch and is holdin' on to that key HARD!!
HLM (laughing): You so stupid!! Honestly, things went from excellent to bad real quick.
JT: Really, I'm sorry to hear that. What happened?
HLM: He's a guy, a typical Haitian dude. Doesn't think about the things he does.
(that's how it started, fast forward about 20 minutes to the point of the blog)
JT: HLM, we (she, my BF and myself) are all chicks of different calibres, it's tough to find someone who gets us. You're not the average girl so half the stuff a guy would get away with with someone normal, you don't let rock. And I'm sure that's what made you hub him down (female version of "wife her up," meaning make your actual girlfriend...boyfriend in this case) in the first place, he seemed different.
HLM: Yeah, I thought he was, but that n*gga was a cover up.
(END SCENE)
After I finished laughing hysterically, the conversation was brought to a close and we both went back to work. Not 5 minutes later, a text conversation ensued between myself and a kid I know who I describe as "a dog humping my leg."
DHL: Wassup sexy...when's your bro leavin ma (he's from the south and the only reason he uses "ma" is because I told him about my weakness with that word...Apparently he tuned out the part where I said when a guy from BK says it...idiot)
JT: Nothin', workin'...
DHL: Do you give massages
JT: Not randomly, but yes.
DHL: Would you like to give me a massage
JT: Nope.
DHL: Dang no love
JT: What's between us ain't love
DHL: What is it then
JT: Whatever it is it ain't love...I got it!! You're a horny little kid trying to get sex from a PHENOMENAL source so you won't have to sleep with your girlfriend and break whatever strained bond it is you have with your God. All in the guise of a 'friendship.'
(silence)
So, on to the cover up. It's basically the honeymoon, when you only show your significant other the good in what you have to offer. As my father always said, only time will show someone's true colors, and that lasts about 3-4 months. After that, the real person or the truth comes out, peeking through the "cover." We all do it, that thin veil worn before something happens and we're stripped. Thinly veiled friendships by people who really wanna sleep with each other, thinly veiled relationships with people who really wanna stab each other in the throat, thinly veiled politics by a president who I believe to have voyeuristic tendencies. Everything's a cover up and it's up to real people to show and prove.
These people may not be the most popular, but they're the ones turned to for the brutal honesty necessary to keep the world turning. I don't do fakeness, I don't do lies and most importantly, I don't do cover ups. Even when it gets me in some SERIOUS trouble.
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