[I dedicate this post to my girl Cami]
Cool chicks are always getting the short end of the sticks when it comes to guys and their relationships with them. Shall I elaborate? I shall! Well lookey.. the story goes like this:
You got a cool chick. And by cool chick I mean a girl that’s not holdin on to a dudes nuts, that’s not drama, that’s not all up in his biz-nazz. A girl who’s got her own shit brewin and her own deals goin on. Therefore, she doesn’t have patience for the petty ish that comes with a “relationship” of which ever kind of relationship you want to speak of.
She’s mostly juss playin things cool with whatever guy she’s involved with. Like yo… you wanna be “friends?” Cool let’s juss be “friends”.. You wanna “hang out?” Cool let’s “hang out”… You wanna “fool around?” Ya that’s sounds good, let’s “fool around.” Whatever the deal is.. if she wants to do it… she’s gonna do it. Bottom line she’s doin whatever SHE wants to do. She’s not sweatin on titles. She’s not sweatin on rules. She’s not sweatin anything else you maybe have goin on. It’s not a damn thing, because she’s juss a cool chick. Cool… calm… and collected.
This is a dream girl for ANY guy in my eyes. Especially a guy that considers himself a player in the dating game. But this is where the shit gets messed up. When dudes have a girl like this, this cooooool chick, they don’t even know what to do with her. Guys SWEAR this is their dream girl, but that’s definitely NOT the case. And guess what they prefer….???.. that’s right..THE DRAMA CHICK.
And for all of you guys thinking “BULLSHIT” then you’d better recognize. Think about it. When it comes to your cool chick, for some reason you always think that it’s HER that’s catching feelings and such. This is brand new news to her, because in reality she couldn’t give two shits. Like I mentioned, she’s got bigger fish to fry and the relationship you guys got goin on is considered gold fish status. What really happened is that your side/drama chick is in fact causin too much drama.
This beezy went and pissed on you and now your balls are hers. So she does what all drama chicks do: Call you off the hook, stalk your Facebook, call you out on bullshit, chase away other chicks, always want you around, and basically always needing your help and attention. And as a guy, you like this. No matter how much you think you want the cool chick that doesn’t hassle you about commitment, you in fact, like to feel wanted and needed. Yo.. aint’ no body judging you because truth be told, we all want that. Besides, it’s not like you chose her over your cool chick, to the contrary, she chose you… sucka.
The only problem is, I can’t bring myself to be that despy-chick, and neither can any other cool chick. But like I said, everyone wants to feel wanted and needed so in turn, we get the short end of the stick when it comes to relationships.
I juss want to rest easy, let things flow, let things develop…. you know? Naturally and calmly. The problem is you give a guy too long of a leash and he finds himself a yappy ass Chihuahua and he happens to like the fact that she’s pissing on his leg every five seconds. Well damn! If that’s what I gotta do then count me out. But it blows my mind when guys accuse a cool chick of being this; this yappy, pissing chihuahua. Talk about a selective perception. Dudes gotta be straight hallucinating to mistake me with one of those.
Like, get back to me when you’re ready to talk to a real bitch. And you guys already know how I feel about that word. This is the perfect context and I am not referring to myself as a female dog. Because those pussy ass Chihuahuas don’t got ish on a real bitch.
Obviously I’m always simply here to help. And I juss want to make sure you guys know what’s up in case you ever find yourself in a relationship with one of these cool chicks. If you want to get pissed on, then quit pretending that you’re a commitment-phobe. As a cool chick I’m thinkin; ‘if you wanted a relationship, then why didn’t you say so?!!! I maybe wouldn’t mind being your girl, but at the same time I’m not stressin over it. Because truth be told, I’m not the type to ever initiate one,’
The cool chick is a wallflower in the relationship while other beezys are breakin it down on the dance floor. I can break it down too! Shit I can dance in circles around these broads if I really wanted to, but I was juss tryin to be cool and chill, that two-step shit. That’s what guys claim they want, because trust me I listen, but actions speak louder than words and they’re showin they like the drama.
Hold up…Lightbulb moment: I think I figured out the problem with the “cool chicks.” Ya we do what we want when we want. We don’t trip if you call us or if you don’t call us. Either way we’re always good. We fuck up though, because it seems like we’re too available. Like we’re at a mofo’s beck and call. Because they don’t see the fact that we’re goin to the movies or dinner and talkin with some other idiot when they don’t call us. But when they do hit us up, we immediately hang out if we’re not busy.
Goes back to the games needed to be played. Like, sorry I should have marked in my calendar when the last day I saw you was and allowed a minimum of a week to go by the next time I talked to you and shit. (I don’t play games so I can only imagine this is one of the rules). Or like, I answered your phone call last time you called so this time I’m only gonna text back…. … ….Get the eff outta here with that ish!
Im soo not bout it.
I think ultimately I juss want someone to come correct. If Imma play the “cool chick” with you then you’re obviously not serious ‘boo’ material. Because a serious ‘boo’ will have serious game.. Like “look girl.. I’m tryin to talk to you straight up” Boom! Suddenly I’m not “cool” or “drama”… Im juss Juelz.
If you’re a guy and got distracted by a drama chick, it never fails you’ll always go crawlin back to the cool chick. I suggest you make it an ‘all or nothin’ deal with your cool chick because it’s only a matter of time that a real dude comes and swoops her from your clutch. After all, she’s only chillin until the next best thing… or it could be you.
How cool?… we’re ice cold