Hair Stalkers Anonymous
Anitra, try not to laugh…but it’s official. I am a…dare I say…
HAIR STALKER!
So, there’s this girl that I’ve seen at the gym a few times and I know she probably wonders why I stare. Cada vez la veo, I’m staring.
I’ve been trying to get up close. Up close and personal, so I can get a good look at her hair. Damn! I must sound mental, but her hair looks just like she went to una belleza dominicana. You all know what I mean. She’s got the bounce, the swaaay and her hair looks shiney. I had already mentioned to Anitra, the next time I see her, I’m going to ask, “Oye guapa, do go to a Dominican salon?”
Well, my schedule has been busy, busy, busy so I haven’t been able to get my butt to the gym for a few weeks (that’s a whole different story) BUT I saw this same girl today while I was running errand.
Guess what?
She had a dominican styled DUBI!!
I was trying to make my way up to her in the store. I really just wanted to ask, hoping, praying that there was a salon in town. Don’t get me wrong; I have become extremely picky about who does my hair, particularly since I know how to do it myself, but it would be nice to go and have someone else wash me and put my rolos in once in a while. Can you all feel where I’m coming from?
So, just as I’m about to catch up to this girl, I run into a neighbor, who stops me and starts chit-chatting. Use your imagination to view me rolling my eyes right now, because I was MIFFED! I was hotter than a rolex watch on 125th street.
Ok, so I engaged in idle conversation for, what felt like an entire generation and then forgot that I had an arm full of groceries, as I bolted towards the door to try to find this woman with the pretty hair. I was immediately brought back to my senses by the geriatric Paul Blart, Giant Eagle cop, “Ma’am! You can’t leave the store until you’ve paid for your groceries!”
Feeling all eyes on me, like I’m the local thug-in-training. I slithered my hair stalking fanny back to the register to pay for my goods. I didn’t even bother trying to explain myself to anyone, because I knew they just wouldn’t understand, but I’m going to have to do it girls.
I’m going to have to join, or start, “Hair Stalkers Anonymous.”
Otherwise, my next videos may be of me wearing an orange jumpsuit and updating my progress from Folsom State.
