thinking bout’chu all night lass night—”Tiffany: “Roscoe, shh. Stop. We have to talk.”I took a deep breath and launched in.
I told him I was shallow. I told him I was insecure. I kept
talking about what a bad girlfriend I was, and how I wasn’t
ready for a relationship. I said I knew he wanted me to be
his girlfriend, but that maybe it would work in our next
lifetime. I hit him with the Erykah Badu; maybe next lifetime
we can have a better life. But I’m too immature right now. I
probably rambled for twenty minutes, before he got it and
stopped me:
Roscoe: “Are youu sayin’ youu can’t date meee?”Tiffany: “Yes Roscoe, that is what I am saying.”Roscoe: “What? Are you fuckin’ seer-ee-us? Are youu
sayin’ youu don’t wanna be wiff me?”Tiffany: “Not like that, Roscoe, I want to be your
friend, I just can’t be your woman. I can’t be in a
serious relationship with you. I don’t know how I can
handle that.”Roscoe: “Arrr youu sayin’ youu can’t be my gurl?”Tiffany: “Yes Roscoe, that’s what I’m saying.”