My Adventure with the B Man

At the beginning of this blog, one of the things that I mentioned would NOT feature would be my love life. There's a few reasons for this, one of them being that I'm not the kind of person who likes to announce my relationship status to the world. Today I will make an exception. This story isn't about the date itself, but it was something like a pre-date entertainment show (or more like a torturous brain drain in this case)

Last night, I went to go pick up a girl for a date, but her boss kept her later than usual. I wasn't in any kind of hurry, so I didn't mind waiting (And things can go wrong, it's a fact of life). So I decided to get comfortable on the stairs outside her apartment. Meanwhile, a guy in a bright orange shirt, jeans, and flip flops came out of one of the other apartments and saw me. He was carrying some plastic shopping bags filled with who-knows-what and he had a bit of a blank stare to his face. He looked familiar, but I couldn't remember from where. He started to slowly shuffle towards me and I could tell that an encounter was inevitable. My thought process went something like this:

Is....is that B-Money!?
No, it can't be him.
What on Earth is he doing here? It might be him
Nope, can't be him.

By this time he was standing in front of me with that classic blank stare. We stared at eachother for a few seconds in awkward silence. Finally he blurted out "hey man, do you like my shirt?"

Me: Uh, sure, it's very bright.
Mystery Man: Sweet dude, do you want to buy one?
Me: No
Mystery Man: Why not?
Me: Well I'm just here until my date comes, and I own a few shirts already.
Mystery Man: Oh (cue blank stare again for a few eternities)................My name is B-Money

Crap.....

Who is B-Money?
I thought you'd never ask.....




For about ten arduous minutes, this guy had me pinned to get me to buy one of his shirts. I had resigned myself to repeating my response over and over while I waited. Luckily, my dates roommate came to the rescue. Apparently, B-Money much prefers to talk to girls rather than guys (I can relate). The roommate had stopped by just to pick something up from the apartment, and B-Money followed her around just about everywhere until she got in her car and left. Poor girl, she probably thought I was in cahoots with him somehow (wrong place at the wrong time). Oh well.