When it rains it pours...

So most of my family was down here this weekend, one of my peeps was getting married. This joint was nice. She rented a nice Yatch, had her closest friends and family members come through, and off we were to this island. I had never been to a wedding like this before because the ceremony lasted five minutes and half the attendees were drunk before the ceremony.

So here I am looking all sharp and people come over to say hello and ask me about my journey here in FL and all of a sudden come Uncle Joe. Joe is crazy; he’s the glue that keeps my family together. My folks are crazy but Joe is so crazy that you just have to pay him attention. His voice matters no matter how troublesome a situation maybe Uncle Joe got a solution for you. So this homeboi approached me and we’re talking about life, sports, politics etc… and here he comes asking me about marriage and relationships, kids, etc. He’s like B (he used my nickname actually), when will you invite me to something like this? When do I get to come to Florida and celebrate with you and your wife? At this point, I have tuned him out, so I’m like ‘soon as I know, I’ll send you an invite.’ So he and I shared a few more laughs and then I made my way down to the dance floor where auntie Leonne was showing off her dance moves. Shawty 78 but she can still move. She still thinks Bolero is the ish. Lol.

So while I was at the studio last night, I kept on seeing this number pop on my phone ID, so I ignored it because I was busy. So when I got home around midnight, I jumped in the shower and by the time I got out, I had like 15 miss calls, from various family members. Uncle Joe had passed away, yesterday afternoon, about an hour after he landed back home. The autopsy should reveal more but from what I am getting, he died of a heart attack. They’re taking him back to Haiti next week but there’ll be a service in the States for those who cannot make it to HT.

It’s funny how things just go sour when least expected. Earlier in the week my little brother had gotten himself in another situation, which once again, I had to bail him out of, and now this…I guess I’ll be heading to Washington sooner than expected.

RIP JOS

When will it end?

So I am at a strip club, it’s the night before my wedding, and as I stepped out of the club, got into my car, I am approached by two cops, I reached for my cell phone, and there I am bombarded with 50 bullets. Two white officers reloaded their guns just to make sure I was done. When the case went to trial, they didn’t let the jury decide; instead the judge decided the officers’ fate.

The verdict: Not guilty.

The judge said we need to take into account my compatriots and I criminal background. I didn’t know that one can get all the details of my life without approaching me and getting the necessary info such as a license, social security, etc.

So here I am up there, wondering if ever racism will end.

Your thoughts?

ToyDrive in Haiti...Would you land a hand?

When I was first approached to write this piece, I must admit I was both honored and petrified. Honored because I was a part, albeit a small part, of this movement that is [trying to] counter the negative effects of media coverage on Haitians while praising young professionals who are making a contribution, not only to their Haitian heritage, but also to mankind as a whole by honoring Haitian excellence. I was petrified because I didn’t know how to digest this undertaking. I started researching fancy quotes from great leaders of society, both past and present, which I felt would move my audience, so I could evoke emotion. That’s when the nerves set in. Suppose I sound pretentious and obnoxious, where my words are unable to pierce the hearts of the reader? Or worse, insincere and fake where I come across transparent and phony? In the midst of all this mental soliloquy, a little voice told me to “keep it simple V!” And that’s what I’ve decided to do. I am going to speak from within, without the fancy language and hope my simplicity moves you to give with your hearts to those who desperately await your generosity.

Many of us sometimes feel the size of a gesture is directly linked to how much the gesture will be appreciated. I am here to tell you that that premise is absolutely false. We give because we can. We give because what we have, another lacks and if there is a way to fill in that gap, why not? We give because we see someone else wanting something that we’ve taken for granted. We give because it hurts too much not to. That is why I am asking you to open up your hearts [and wallets] to give to a foundation that is holding a toy fundraiser for the unfortunate children in Haiti. All we are asking is for you to donate toys that are in good working condition, preferably new, to give a young child a reason to smile. If you’re unable to purchase new toys or find old toys that will endure the wear and tear of an overenthusiastic child, feel free to give a monetary gift. Your $1 donation is no less important than the $10 of someone else, the $100 of another or the $1000 of yet another. No gift is too small, so please find it within the depths of your souls to give. Every little bit counts and will contribute to carving out a little piece of happiness in the lives of children who at times don’t have much to be happy about.


Thank you for taking the time to read this and remember that you can help to make a great difference in the lives of another human being by giving. A relatively small gesture can impact another person’s life in ways you could never imagine. So, give! Give with all you’ve got and be content with the fact you made another person’s day that much brighter.

Written by: Vayola Prophete

Lakay se Lakay

So I am on the phone with this shawty and she’s asking me what I got on and ish. Don’t you know that you can’t ask me this question until I’ve asked you first? What makes you think I’m gonna describe to you what I am doing while I take off my clothes to go to sleep? So she’s like you were gonna take them off anyway you say, yeah and, but I wasn't expecting an audience while I do so.

Indulge me you say softly just this once, I agree 'cause not only is it crazy, but on my list of freaky things to do over the phone, this rates a one on a scale of ten. So I do your bidding, I throw back the comforters and with phone in hand, I describe what I am doing. I slowly take off both socks, then the t-shirt, when I get to the boxer-briefs, shawty stop me. She’s like; imagine that it’s me that's taking them off. Shawty literally told me step by step on how to remove them. Mesmerized, I listen to your voice and do exactly what you say. Normally taking them off is no biggie, you just reach down and peel them off. This is the first time I find taking off underwear to be an erotic experience (lol).Slowly you instruct: Let yourself go by paying close attention to the cotton exposing your skin to the cool air you say. Concentrate on the cloth moving down past your privates, past your thighs, over your knees and off your ankles. It wasn't so much the action of taking them off, but the way your voice sounded when you told me to do so. Soft, hotly erotic as though you were there doing it for me.

Are you naked now? Are you aroused? You whispered. I thought I was good at doing this over the phone, inwardly I tell myself this shawty is as good as you are....maybe better. Yes to both questions I answered. You want me to undress for you? You asked. What are you wearing I say. Thick white socks, panties, and a bra under a tee shirt, would you do that? Only if you ask me....I mean you really gotta' ask me and you gotta mean it....Ask me like you're in the same room with me.....Ask me like you really want to see me do that. That whisper is doing a number not only on my hearing, but my resolve as well. So I lose myself willingly in this game and I ask. My voice is sincere 'cause in my mind's eye, you are before me. To my surprise I really want you to do that for me. You giggle softly and you breakdown what you are doing as you're taking off those clothes. I mean I have seen several women disrobe for me, what guy hasn't? This is the first time I’ve had a woman describe to me what she is doing with a phone in her hand! (Lol).Its not phone sex, that’s a whole different animal...This is just teasing taken to a whole new level. Something tells me that you are getting off on doing it as I am on listening to you do it. I have to admit to you when you finally got that bra off, I really didn't need those comforters too much anymore! You tell me to pull the covers back over my body 'cause you're doing the same.
Tyrese is singing about losing his woman and for a long moment you say nothing as we listen to Tyrese sing his heart out. Are you really aroused now? Again that whisper is working its magic.
Yes, I answer. You still want to get better acquainted over the phone? You still think that that ish is gonna work? No, I see your point I say. I liked dancing with you at that Zouk party in the nation’s capital. I like when you make me laugh, you said. I tell you that I liked the dance too and I love making you laugh....hearing you laugh and I love being with you at the Smithsonian.

Where do we go from here you asked. I don't know but I make it a habit never to expect too much. I just go with the flow and let time dictate where things go. I apologize if that’s not what you expected to hear, but that is the only answer I have at this point in time.

This is a big ass bed and I wish you were here. I really wish you were here, you whisper into the phone “Can I cum to you right now poison man?”

I miss DC…Chui fatigue de vivre si loin de mon territoire.

Hitting up Jacmel 2 get my Fanm

So not to long ago I had a chance to be in Jacmel and I met this fanm. I mean, this fanm is crazy hilarious. You ever met someone who questions everything about you from your friends, musical taste, career, characteristics, etc? I mean, this fanm is a handful but she’s a nice person to talk to. So the other day she called me and we’re yapping about life, relationships and her many admirers, and she quickly flipped a question on me about women that I’ve been with. I mean, women are so conniving. How in the world do you just ignore my question and just throw in your own danm question. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind the tough questions but you gotta give me something to work with. So this fanm went on and on about how she couldn’t be with a dude like me because I am always on the move, I flirt with too many women, I am always parting, etc. So given that I didn’t get a chance to give you an answer that very same night, here are your answers my future fanm.

1st off, I don’t party a lot. I like to call it networking. I am the type of dude that will attend an event simply to meet the sponsors. I am an opportunistic dude, so if there’s a major sponsor there, I want to meet them and introduce myself and the work that I am doing. Wouldn’t that be the best thing to do?

Now lets’ talk about this flirt thing you keep on talking about. You call it flirt, I call it networking. See, if I happen to meet a fanm at a party, of course I am going to go up to her and introduce myself. How will she know my name if I don’t go up to her and complement her on her curves and smile? Now, I have gotten a lot of sponsors that way too. As I stated before, I am an opportunist, if there’s a one HOT fanm at a party, I need to make sure she remembers my name. Even if she happens to meet 100 good looking dudes that night, I bet you, I will say something to her that she’ll never forget. Now that’s not flirting my dear, that’s inscribing my name in her history book. I told you I was ahead of my time, so my formula and strategies are a bit different.

So you went on and asked me about this other chick you think would be a perfect match for me but as I told you when we discussed it, she and I don’t see penis to vagina.(eye to eye). She’s a very nice woman just not my type. I like the way you phrased your question though but then again I didn’t want to go into specifics. When something is over, its over. Why bother hanging onto the wind if you can't hold it?

As I told you before dear, you’re cool as crazy and I enjoy our chats. Stop judging me and just let me be. You don’t see me questioning your invisible man. Next time I come to Jacmel, I am coming to get my fanm. I’ll see you soon. Lol.

All by my danm self

My dude called me a couple of weekends ago and said yo B, I am bored, I am lonely, my wife left with the butcher and I think I am going to Africa to find myself. I said ok homie, get at me when you get there…so here I am all alone, and I kinda like being alone sometimes. I just love the peace and solitude and as I have gotten older (26) that feeling have not lessened. Most people fear being alone, I never did and never will, shoot, what could be better. Loneliness is not the enemy....Boredom is…and a guy like me doesn’t get bored that often unless I am one those Bouji Haitian events where these colored mofos pretending to be better than everyone else start speaking French and they don’t even know a lick of English and they’ve been here for 25 years. What a pitiful nation….no sense of assimilation. The mofo lives in America and he thinks French is better…gade yon bann moun mesye! Don’t let me get started on them fools, lemme get back to my piece, so as long as I have several dozen good books, Espn, and my laptop, being alone does not faze me.

I can pinpoint the feeling of loneliness when I hit thirteen. High school broke up the grammar school gang of mine and puberty started to hit us. With the old gang forever gone, I became a homebody and a bookworm. Shyness ruled me and that along with a fear of girls kept my ass on the outside. I am still shy when it comes to approaching certain women but the minute I do though, game over. Manmzel pa fouti di non! GUARANTEED!

But like anything else, we adapt and it didn't bother me....Still doesn't. It can have an affect on family and relationships because as I have gotten older, I tend to like being alone more and more. Family whenever they do call it's always some high drama and as a result if I do call, I call at work. My mom get really pissed off though when she doesn’t hear from me but I am like, if you really wanna hear from me all the time, why can’t you pick up the phone and call me sometimes. I mean, she acts like she ain’t got long distance. Nation sa mesye, she be like, ou konnen se long distance, and I am like mah, it’s a cell phone, you can call anywhere in the states and it wont’ cost you a dime. And her responses be so funny, ou kwem ka kwe blan sa yo.

So when I do call them though, I call from work. Because calling from home tends to means I have to stay on the line listening to stuff me have a hundred times before and I no longer wish to hear it. Besides her stories be upsetting me and put me at a financial deficiency. I swear, every time I get off the phone with her I feel poorer. People especially women tend to get annoyed at me because I don't call when they think I should and maybe they have a point. But I like my peace and quiet. Sometimes I just don't feel like calling anybody and I love that solitude. It has gotten to the point where I don't think I could ever live with another woman or person except when I have my first child real soon. The sweetest solace of all is lying awake late at night just enjoying the serenity of the night. Dealing with an asinine public has fortified that desire to be alone. I could write about how f**king annoying, self-centered, stupid ninety percent of them are, but you kinda' get the message. Sometimes I’ll just go a museum, zoo, or botanical garden, or movie by myself just to enjoy being alone. Could I ever do without the company of a woman? In the short run....Yes......In the long run....No...I positively adore the company of women and that will never change.....Books, Women, and Creole Hip Hop. As long as I have those three my ass can deal with being alone....That and a working penis!

2/13/06

The camisole is a pretty red, sleeveless, and barely covers that luscious, round ass. Your breasts are really pulling on the lacy fabric as you stand there with this luminous smile on your face..so I got up from the bed and walked towards you, take you in my arms and… We shared a kiss, then for some reason we start laughing. Maybe its shyness...maybe its a awkwardness and at I’m thinking at this age we both should have outgrown it. That soft whisper is working on my ear along with your gentle mouth and tongue. You're working on that left ear like a professional. Are you glad I bought it?...I whisper back....Yes.....Do I look good in it?...I laugh softly...Yes....You want to see me without it?....Ummmmm....yeah.....I turn my head and our lips meet and melt together....we stood up....Your arms are around my shoulders.....Legs around my waist, ankles locked....My hands are on that warm and plushly round ass…danm you’re bootyliscious...I feel the nakedness of it in my hands....The body heat coming from your legs and awesome thighs are coming in through my boxer-briefs....I carry you over to the king size bed and lower you onto it...I feel your mouth slide from mine and you whisper into my ear to turn off the light.....We break out laughing again 'cause we are still holding onto each other as I try to turn off the lamp.....I finally get it off and we fall back into the bed...There are some slow jams playing on the stereo.....a reminder of the late night phone calls we gave each other with love ballads in the background...The only difference is now we are together in the same room.....in the same bed...I whisper ...You know I gotta' take this thing off....You know i gotta' feel you next to me......You giggle..So who the hell is stopping you?.....I lean over and slowly untie the bow holding it together....The bow opens and I even more slowly remove the negligee exposing the full body underneath...The skin is a smooth dark chocolate that is gorgeous even in the semi-darkness of the bedroom...I cover my body with yours gently....You giggle....You could at least take off your clothes....Can't....I have this affliction with my hands.....I'm gonna' need some help...I feel the soft, gentleness of your hands as they take off the sweatshirt....peel off the boxer-briefs...You toss them to the side of the bed...I feel your hands roaming over me......You gonna help a Sista get some satisfaction?...Uh huh...But i want to do something to you first....Don't move, okay?.....No matter what i do i don't want you to move....Don't get freaky you laugh....I laugh with you...I won't..I start to kiss you all over....Soft.....gentle....unhurried...I start at your neck then work my way down to your breasts....your belly.....the inside of your thighs...your knees....calves.....your feet.....I feel you tense up in pleasure and you start to giggle....You are so stupid....I'm suppose to be doing this to you.....I flip you onto your belly and start anew....There's more to cover 'cause your bigger back there and i'm really taking my time....I feel you shudder beneath me....I whisper into your ear...Are you ready?.....Yeah...and I'm gonna get you back for beating me to the punch like this....


The lovemaking was long, intense, fiery, highly pleasurable and highly satisfying. The second bout as well......that was quite a weekend. Gotta stop here, this is a blog.

2/13/06

Your true hommies...they help you get better!

Growing up my folks would always remind me that it was a good thing to be alone than in the wrong crowd or wrong company. They would interrogate anyone that would bring home, whether it was a teammate, a classmate, my neighbor Ish, or even the dudes at the church. Their thing was, tell me who your real dawgs are and I’ll tell you who you really are. Growing up in a religious household wasn’t always fun but the life lessons were very rewarding. If wasn’t until I got in some minor trouble that I really took my folks advice to heart. My stepdad would say, If you run with wolves, you will learn how to howl. But, if you associate with eagles, you will learn how to soar to great heights. "A mirror reflects a man's face, but what he is really like is shown by the kind of friends he chooses."

The simple thing is, you become like those you hang out with. I’ve seen many dudes get in trouble and their defense is, I am a product of my environment. There’s a lot of truth to that but I think sometimes we choose who we want to become. We control our destiny, fuck what you’ve heard. I think kids nowadays are so lost because very is an imitator, no one want to take control of their own life and make their own decision.

Back in February I was invited to speak at a youth meeting and some of the kids have no clue as to what or who they want to be. The glitz and the fast life is so attractive because it gets you that immediate attention and instant fame yet the repercussions are life threatening. My advice to them was the less you associate with some people, the more your life will improve. It reduces stress, it negates tensions, it empowers you to a certain extent.

I have always been a perfectionist and I think that’s why I am so complex now. The perfectionist in me plays a major role in deciding my future, who to date, how to dress, how to speak, my behavior, etc. I cannot tolerate mediocrity in others because it will increase my mediocrity. When I look at the Republican Party, they focus solely on positive things. They’re always preaching progressiveness and the need to be an independent entity. Most successful people have this impatience with negative thinking and negative acting people. I am at a point where I try to surround myself with positive minded people and progressing thinkers. 90% of my associates have changed and although some of them disagree with the direction of my life yet I must go on. I cannot stay where they are because my true hommies want me to climb and those that are not helping you climb this ladder, they’re not your true hommies ‘for they want you to crawl. It’s either you’re going to stretch my vision or your choke my dream. And if the ladder is what you’re about, you might as well stay the hell out of my life.

Things to consider (this is what I’ve gathered from various folks who have contributed to my life story):
• Never receive counsel from unproductive people.
• Never discuss your problems with someone incapable of contributing to the solution, because those who never succeed themselves are always first to tell you how. Not everyone has a right to speak into your life. You are certain to get the worst of the bargain when you exchange ideas with the wrong person.
• Don't follow anyone who's not going anywhere. With some people you spend an evening: with others you invest it.
• Be careful where you stop to inquire for directions along the road of life.
• Wise is the person who fortifies his life with the right friendships.

So there I was on the other line with my homegirl, this chick call me and I told her that I would have to call her back since I had someone else on the other line. I don’t know what she may have been going through that day but my oh my, the chick started screaming and yelling about a whole bunch of nonsense. She ended the conversation by telling me that she could do better and my response to her was ‘ok’ and we both hung up.

Now, me saying “ok” was the end of it for me. I didn’t expect her to call me back, text or e-mail. My ok meant the end of whatever she and I was trying to build. It meant that much to me because she said “she could do better” and to me the minute you realize that you can do better, you just pack up your shit and leave. I as a strong black brother, I don’t have the time to waste on shawties who cannot make up their minds so therefore once I am out, I am out.

So two days later, I am getting a text from this chick asking me ‘if it’s really over?”. I mean, how am I supposed to answer that question for someone who told me that she could do better. She agitated me by sending this text. I wasn’t the one who said I could do better, even though I possibly could, but I would never tell someone that. It’s not like she hurt my feelings by saying that because she and I don’t know each other all that well, so I couldn’t possibly be upset at her for saying it. What I was upset with is the aftermath. She somewhat expected me to still be at ease with her after she had said all of this and my thing is, why should I try to maintain a relationship with someone who has already realized that she could do better. It would make no sense in trying to force yourself into something that would not last anyway.

So now here are her reasons for thinking she could do better: I am always busy (I can’t help it), she’s not my priority (I don’t know you all that well to give you that much importance), she doesn’t believe in what I do (you met me promoting my shit, leave me the fuck alone if you can’t respect what I do) and she feels like I should be texting and calling every second of the day (shit, I don’t even call my folks that often, let alone someone I don’t even know like that…get a clue shawty)…

So it’s been a year and counting and I bet she’s still wondering if I will ever respond to her text messages. I guess you should have never said what you said, hope you have found better.

Poison man…a buffet of goodness…drop your responses ladies. I am very curious.

blowing off some steammm2

I just had a conversation with someone about Creole Hip Hop and to be honest with you, I wish I didn’t. A lot of people in the States seem to think that these rappers are wasting their time pursuing a career in this industry yet they have never taken the time to actually analyze the whole game and see why these guys decide to go this route instead of maybe pursuing a 9-5 and collect a paycheck every two weeks without really being into what they’re doing.

See the folks in the Haitian Diaspora believe that Kompa is the ish and that it’s the only genre. What they fail to see is a community is made up of different particles and if you pay attention to each, you will see something totally unique. Kompa has been around for ages and where have they gone. The musicians can barely pay their bills, they’re on the road for ¾ of the year and they’re poppin babies left and right.

See, Creole Hip Hop brings something different to the table, it reaches out to the masses, one can actually relate to the lyrics, and the movement is so huge in Haiti that every radio station in Haiti has a Hip Hop show on their program. That’s the only way they’re going to compete with other radio stations. See, we in the States always think that we know better when really we don’t know shit. This person asked me if people dance the same way to creole hip hop than they do to English Hip Hop…I mean, what kind of question is that? Hip Hop is global…you got that. GLOBAL. Anybody who listens to creole hip hop can actually shake their ass if they have rhythm and have dance to a hip hop song here and there. The only difference between Creole Hip hop and English is hip hop is that it’s in Creole. Our native tongue. That’s all. The beat stays the same. The stories are quite similar. They talk about the ghetto, poverty, malnutrition, aids, women, material things, life, the country, politics, etc.

Next time you want to ask me about Creole Hip Hop, please ask me a smart question or else I am going to ignore you. And that goes for you, you and you…Tu piges.

I am back...

I am back…It’s been a tough couple of days for me but I am slowly making progress. Things are getting clearer due to my very supportive friends. Thanks to those who took the time out of their busy schedule to call and listen to a brother’s plea. I am grateful.

Now that’s out of the way, let me get at you for a second.

It’s funny how we as humans tend to over look opportunities for growth and development when they are right in our faces. One of the biggest challenges we as human beings face is the art of control. Control over self and everything that you do. To step out of your own comfort zone and allow new experiences to take place; to not be afraid, and not allow fear to control your choices. My problem is and I am sure many of you have that very same problem, we are a bunch of perfectionist and we’re so afraid of making mistakes…we don’t allow ourselves to make mistake... On a personal note, I live through my strengths. Not that it’s a problem but the biggest issue that I have right now is that I often acknowledge my weaknesses yet never get to work on them. I have learned so much about myself since I have had the time to focus on me for the past year or so..... I’ve been very fortunate in the past few months and It’s been a blessing to learn about myself, and it’s been a challenging yet rewarding journey to becoming the man that I envision for the future. I surely pray that people don’t think that I’m some uppity Negro who things he's better than anyone else, that isn’t my true purpose. Lord knows I aim to do the right thing and I’ve always been taught that. I just want to better myself and the people around me and while we may sometimes falter yet having the courage to pick things back up again is what makes our journey on this planet so enjoyable. I hope people see that I’m just a man who seeks the true meaning of life, and a more efficient way of making things happen on a regular basis. I’m doing everything I can to make sure that I am a humbling spirit for my people. I want to be as transparent as possible by simply expose myself to people so that they can see who I really am. Of course there are risks involved, but I have learned that at some point I am going to have to stop playing the game so conservatively. I need to call my best plays right now........I hope you do the same fam.

Le Combat Continue Frere…

Response part 3

aww! poor baby. Anyway boo, I hope you resolve your personal issues sooner than later. You'll be in my prayer. I hope you have a lot of fun this weekend. Squash that, go out, have some fun and party for the two of us.
It was a pleasure chatting with you. (Remove the space after the most recent response on the blog). later...
Do you always realize though when you're being flirtatious or sometimes you're just having fun and people just misinterpret the whole thing?
Do you ever think about changing that part of your personality or you have come to term that's it's part of what makes the prince and don't really care?
Do you think it will be a problem once you get involved with someone seriously? How would you go about making that person trust you?

Do you always realize though when you're being flirtatious or sometimes you're just having fun and people just misinterpret the whole thing?

- I think almost everyone misinterpret it though. Recently I had a chick told me that she and I couldn’t really get to know each other due to my popularity etc. She said she wasn’t looking for someone famous. That statement left me a bit speechless bc I am only fulfilling my duties as a creole hip hop promoter. When I took this as a hobby I didn’t think it would get to this level where someone would consider me some sort of celebrity but I guess it comes with the territory. As much

I liked this individual, just had to dust that statement off my shoulder.
Do you ever think about changing that part of your personality or you have come to term that's it's part of what makes the prince and don't really care?

- Whomever decide to settle with me will have to realize that I don’t bring these chicks home. I flirt bc they’re flirting with me. I only respond to ppl’s inquiry. That’s part of being a hot commodity. It’s like going to an Asian buffet, sometimes there’s so much food and that leaves u somewhat overwhelmed. I am that Buffet of Goodness (BOG) and ppl tend to just want to delve in and taste me. Lol

Do you think it will be a problem once you get involved with someone seriously? How would you go about making that person trust you?

- I won’t be a problem as long as she isn’t jealous. When I am in a relationship, obviously there are certain things I cannot say to the opposite sex but then again I have to keep it real. Ppl flirt without necessarily wanting something from you. It’s just for fun. I respond to someone’s flirt as a courtesy. Just my way of letting them know that I noticed them noticing me and now that I have noticed too what’s really good? It’s that simple.