High Maintenance? What in the hell is that? If a woman takes good care of herself and pampers herself regularly – does that mean she is high maintenance.

This shit is MY maintenance.

I had a “blind date” a while back with a man I met online. We talked for almost two months and I thought we had developed a nice friendship, albeit long distance. We made plans to meet some place neutral and cut the distance in half for both of us. At first, I thought dude was not the finest looking brotha I had seen by the pictures we exchanged, but I thought it was time to let the “not.so.fine” ones have a chance at my magnificence. Hell, who am I to judge.

When we finally met in person, I was pleasantly surprised because he wasn’t so bad after all. He was a “large” brotha, which is my preference, as long as every thing is in its place, yanno. We spent quality time with each other and chatted over dinner, played pool, laughed a lot and even petted some. He scored major points by opening doors for me and being a gentleman throughout the evening. It didn’t hurt his points neither by that smooth ass ride he was in……. a candy apple red, 2006 Cadillac. I looked damn good in that, let me tell ya’ll.

Things turned sour at the point of him telling me that I was “a high maintenance sista” when he noticed my feet. He said it all like “oh, I see you high maintenance”………..”I may not have enough money in my pocket for a woman like you.” What.n.d.hell?? Who taught him communication skills? He certainly didn’t pass that particular class. No wonder that fool went home without nooky.