“You know, there’s a way that you can give a woman a foot massage that would just drive her crazy.”
I looked at him. His face was relaxed, but serious. He looked at me and nodded his head.
“I swear. I betchu I could give you a foot massage that would make you want to take me home with you.”
“Ohhhhmigod.”
My ability to continue the conversation with him was lost and all I could do was laugh. He continued to try to convince me but I was already a lost cause.
A few days later when I went over there, I was met with smiles, stares and snickering. He and two of his nephews kept alternately looking at each other, looking at me and snickering.
“See what I told you?” He directed it towards his nephews. All they could do was laugh and look at each other, then look at me.
“What?” I said it with attitude and I gave them my attitude stand. Hand on my hip, eyebrow raised and one hand balled into a fist.
The youngest one in the room spoke up. He could barely get it out because he was laughing so hard.
“Before you came over here, he told us ‘Don’t Monique got some big ole’ titties? Wouldn’t you want to suck em?’ He’s crazy man!”
He and his cousin began to laugh in earnest then. Their uncle sat in the chair looking like he couldn’t figure out what was wrong with what he said.
When he made another comment a few days later, I’d had enough.
“Listen,” I said, testily. “I’m not going to keep listening to you make all these off the wall comments about parts of my body. It’s getting on my nerves.“
“I’m just complimenting you.”
“No, you’re objectifying me. There’s a difference.”
I let him chew on that.
...and then you beat his ass...
that's how the story goes right?