Karma Is a Bitch & Social Media Is the Devil, Here's Why
Each day Facebook bombards our notifications with past memories known as the “On This Day” feature. It reunites users with their old posts on the social network. For us 20-somethings, that may mean A LOT of embarrassing high school and college photos, as well as sentimental moments. Nine years ago today, just a month following my lapse in moral judgement with the hot Los Angeles guy, I was supporting B, the basketball star, at his debut college basketball game.
I buried my guilt, and decided what B doesn’t know won’t hurt him. I traveled four hours from Atlanta with my best friend at the time and her boyfriend to Savanah College of Arts and Design in Savannah, Ga. We arrived just in time for warmups. As I walked into to the school’s facility, I noticed there were five young women wearing a plain t-shirt, each one with a letter that spelled out his name when seated altogether. I was caught off guard and fuming. Who were these hoes wearing his name? I thought. My best friend at the time was ready to pop off, but it was his debut game at the college level and I did not want to be that black girl among a swarm of Caucasians. For roughly 48 minutes, I vividly remember because I kept count, I sat there and cheered him on, while those hoes did the same. Eventually, I just sat there impatiently waiting to address the women who sat directly behind me.
Once the game concluded, B walked over to me and greeted me with a kiss on my cheek. Unfortunately, by the time the game ended I was enraged and I slapped the back of his head and blurted, “Why the hell are those bitches wearing your name?” He was completely caught off guard and mustered up an explanation, a weak ass one might I add. Of course I got the "they’re just friends" justification, but that wasn’t enough for me. After a long argument, I somehow found a way to calm down, but I never forgot the incident.
While I still wasn’t completely comfortable with the friendship B continued with one of the women, I learned to maintain my composure with each visit, as they were the same majors and had all of the same classes.
Fast-forward to spring semester 2008
It was the weekend of my birthday, and I was greeted with a pleasant surprise at my doorway. In between games B found time to travel to Atlanta to be able to give me my birthday gift in person. The weekend was a blissful one, until we found ourselves in an argument regarding his “friend.” I can’t remember what their text message dialogue entailed, but I do remember us having a physical altercation because of it. I believed I threw his blackberry and he broke mine. I vaguely remember slapping the shit out of him, while he slammed me against a wall. The following week, he uploaded a number of images that were very reminiscent of the Love & Basketball movie poster. I would never forget that Saturday morning waking up and scrolling through Facebook to see the same girl all over him in the park. The worst part: friends and family calling and texting inquiring if I’ve seen the images. I was embarrassed and hurt. I completely lost my shit cussing him and her out. I almost drove four hours to Savannah to kick her ass, but my college friends stopped me.
It’s safe to say our relationship ended that March.
This is the seventh installment of The Prim & Perverse’s weekly sex and relationship diaries series. Check back every Thursday for another exciting, life-changing and sometimes embarrassing throwback tryst. Read one, two, three , four, five and six.