Jamaica Jamaica!!!

What's up everybody?? Work and school has been super hectic so I haven't been on except to check out other posts, BUT today it's time for a new story. :-) As some of you know I'm currently having horrible luck with the opposite sex so I figured I would just chill out and focus on work and getting my degree. I run 3-5 times a week depending on the weather and how I feel and I always get some hoodho trying to holla at me. Like gaudy, flashy car with rims, and bumping music type of thugs. So one day I was running and this Avalanche on 24's rolls up and just comes to a complete stop! I'm thinking to myself "Lawd please keep driving!!" I really wasn't in the mood to entertain some stranger.  So I'm running and I hear a Jamaican accent saying "Can you stop please?" So I do. And that was the first mistake. So the man continues on and asks me where my man is. Nigga, if you were so concerned about me and "my man" you woulda kept your black ass driving. So I tell him I don't have a man. Then he asks me why I don't have one. Because I don't have a man, duh!!! Then this dude comes totally outta pocket and starts asking real personal shit. He was like "Oh so you like women?" And I'm am totally turned off from conversation at this point but I continue to answer him. Mistake number two. I tell him no (even though it ain't none of his fucking business) I am not into women. Then he says "Oh you bisexual then." What the hell don't you understand about me not liking women!! "NO I DON'T LIKE WOMEN." I say. So he goes on to ask me if we can go out sometime and if he can get my number. Me thinking I can get a free meal out this motha f er was the third and BIGGEST mistake ever!! So we talk on the phone and all the while he is real interrogative (typical Jamaican man) and I'm not feeling this shit. Like I'm the Juice on trial or something. So I make small talk and tell him about my car and how its having problems. He said he is real good with cars and he could take a look at it. So we meet up at the ABC parking lot (Mistake number four) and he gets in my car. This sorry ass man starts touching and feeling on me and I'm not liking this shit at all!! Bitch nigga I just met you and I don't like how you are feeling up on me like a ten dollar whore! So I tell him to stop. So he asks me "So wen ya gwan let me chill wit cha and tuck ya in at nite." Motha F er NEVER!!! I told him that I would like to get to know him first before I just let him him my private domain. He asks me why and I tell him that I don't know his sorry ass and I could be inviting a rapist to my home. That's when shit hits the fan. This dude starts to fly off the handle! "Bubbaclot me no harm ye pussy!! What the fuck ya mena I'ma rape ya!" "me not like that!" And some other shit that I need a translator for. So I'm trying to keep calm all the while my crazy nigger alert is going off big time!!!!  What I need is some spidey sense or something so I can tell the crazies from the normal men! LOL So I conitinue to keep calm and get him outta my car and once he is out I proceed to screening his mother f in calls. I'm not lying when I say this dude is a stalker. He calls me (cause I was getting calls from his ass yesterday) like 4,5,6 times a day. A normal person would figure "Hmm, no answer the first second third fourth time, I'ma take the damn hint." Even then after two calls a normal person would wait to see if the calls are returned. This crazy ass mug continued to call me relentlessly for 3 THREE weeks! I mean a call in the morning at 10 a call in the afternoon at 4 twice a call at nine twice and this mother fucker would call me at 3 or 4  in the morning as well! Stop it!! So moral of the story is : Have some damn good spidey sense. LOL That's enough for now. I will be back soon with another story. CIAO