Means of Escape

Men never cease to amaze me. I have natural hair. That means no relaxer. No hot comb. No flat iron. Growing out of my head is the beautiful hair that God so graciously blessed me with. And I rock it proudly. But I've been busy. Extremely busy. And I haven't had time to nurture it like i should. And it's mad. I didn't get in until 3am. And I had to get up in order to be at work at 8am. So, doing my hair was out of the question. I slapped on my trusty wig.

I decided to go to McDonald's. It's Friday. Being a few minutes late won't hurt. So, all in the name of food, I made a sudden left turn into the crowded McDonald's parking lot. The drive-thru was off the chain. Alas, I shall go in. Cool. The inside isn't crowded at all. I'm standing there waiting patiently when I feel the eyes of a man on me. I turn and see a tall, dark, ball headed beautiful thing looking at me. I automatically ignore him.

"What's wrong with you?!?" you ask? Yeah, yeah. Sure, I want Mr. Right to come along. Yes, I enjoy attention from the opposite sex. Who doesn't? But really??? I have this fake wig on top of my head. It didn't even cost me $30. It looks cheap. And any man that is attracted to that can keep on stepping. I could just tell that had I had my nappy hair out in all its glory, that he wouldn't have even noticed me. I don't want a man to like me for something I'm not. Like me for everything that I am.

So, as I'm waiting for my food, I'm looking around McDonald's planning my means of escape. I don't want to walk by this guy. Avoid him at all cost! I finally get my food. LOL! And instead of walking straight out the door that was behind him, I walked through the dining area and around just to get to the same door. There was a woman sitting there watching me like I was nuts. Maybe I am nuts.

If that was Mr. Right, which I highly doubt, we'll run into one another again. And I'll most likely be rocking my own hair. And if he still gives me googly eyes, maybe we can work something out. ;)