The Valentine's Day Massacre of Chris Reese

Okay, so now that Valentine's Day is done, and a week removed, I can sit and speak on my thoughts of how this day plays in my life (or lack thereof). Now, I realize that this day, Valentine's, is something women take to heart more than men, and that many use this day as a gauge to know exactly how much their 'other half' cares, appreciates, and considers them special. At the very minimum, most women get swept up in the supposed romance of this day - even those that may not have their own 'valentine." Case in point, this past Valentine's Day, a (female) friend of mine's, called me up and asked me who my valentine was. WTF? What is that? What am I, back in grade school handing out those boxed valentine greetings and heart shaped lollipops to all my little classmate buddies? Of course I understand what she was really asking was, if there was someone special in my life. At the time, I didn't know how to respond (I actually told her I didn't know), because there's suppose to be someone I'm "supposedly" talking to, but my official position is that I am with no one. My reason why is two-fold. First, probably because I don't bang, blaze, "drank", thug, sling, baby boy (yes, i'm using this a verb), tatt (yet another verb use) rap, ball, lift, or push a fly whip. Another friend of mine's told me that she could never talk to someone like me, 'cause I didn't have enough "edge", though she couldn't tell me what edge was. Well if not having edge means I don't have an impressive jail record, don't get into fights wherever I go, don't beat your own ass every now and then, don't stalk, and am mentally stable, then I guess I'm that. I would probably go so far as to say, that because of that, I am seen as the proverbial "nice guy" in some eyes. Many women (and men) reading this are probably saying to themselves, then it's probably the type of woman you choose to keep as your friends, and that you should try to find better caliber friends - which may be true. But here's why for the past couple of years, I haven't put that energy into going after that "caliber", which leads me to my second answer of why I'm alone. And that answer is, BECAUSE I'M THAT CALIBER TOO!! Game recognizes game. Con recognizes con. Caliber should recognize caliber and I ain't got time to stop for someone who fails to meet me halfway on seeing that I'm on my grind and I'm the shit!! I'm skinny as fuck, but I'm still the shit! I'm not rich (yet), but I'm still the shit!! I don't do roses, 'cause it's MY time. Fuck that. Catch me a couple of years ago on that one. I don't do anything else, because quite simply, I feel someone should be buying me something.. and not even really that...just recognize and put your lighter up for this nigga...ya ya, i know..i sound conceited, self centered, i'm smelling myself- to which i respond, yeah i know... that same friend who called me this past Valentine's Day, once told me that I have a HUGE ego.. I thought to myself, Ego? I don't know what you talkin' about? The only ego i got, I put butter and syrup on... and I can't help it, if you think I'm God's gift to women. HAAA!!(By the way, her statement about my ego was an emotional retaliation i think, but that's another story i'll save for another time). Point is, cocky might be bold and offensive. And in this country I think that people think that you're only allowed to be as confident as you are good looking. But make no mistake, that sure nigga always stays up in peoples mouths. Where I gotta go, doesn't allow me to stop for something as trivial as a day called Valentines. Take the blue pill, sell myself short, and always wake up to Valentines? or take the red pill and see just how deep the rabbit hole goes? ...Chris? Chris Reese is dead my friends...from now on you can call me The Chris Reese, and as you can see, that kid's much more smarter now