Tuesday, December 1, 2015

David and Goliath

When I was in Hollywood Hills, picking up my new furniture, Dot had already left, she was in the West Hollywood vicinity. She waited there to pick up the rest of her stuff from my place. It seemed to my that she didn't want to have to help me load my car, that's why she left before I got there even though she was going to my place and I had the keys. She chose to sit in a coffee shop and wait for me than wait for me at the house. Fine by me! Good looking out, nonetheless!

Before I decided whether I wanted to go back and get the rest of the stuff that night or the following day, Dot told me that she would like a ride back to the Hills on my way back there. I agreed, telling her that I was still not sure if I was going to go back that very night. I was tired, it had been a long day. I texted her when I got home and also told her that I wasn't going to make it back to the Hills that night. She texted me something along the lines of, I should have told her earlier because she wasted a lot of time waiting for me at the coffee shop and her bus pass was about to expire blah blah blah. I thought to myself, I'm so sorry, I didn't prioritize the fact that I did you a favor and kept your stuff after you checked out over my own well being! What the heck! She rushed over my place, took her sht breathing ever so heavily. I thought to myself, well, damn! She mad as hell! I genuinely didn't get the sense of entitlement. I told you I wasn't sure if I was going to go back there, are you kidding me right now with this attitude?

I asked her if she was ok, she told me she was. I asked her if she wanted to take a look in my bedroom. She was walking past my bedroom every time she went to her closet to get her sht anyways, she told me she wasn't going to be able to, she was running late and didn't want to miss the bus. Uhm, what? That's like telling someone to smell the air that they were already breathing and they told you no! They don't want to be late. Oh well! I considered giving her a ride to the bus stop but then again, I was like, no man, this chick is being a bitch right now. I can't condone this behaviour. When she was done, she walked out and said, bye! That's how things ended with my beloved Dot. I couldn't believe that you can have such a good time with someone and things can end up so silly.
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Driving from Hollywood Hills to Beverly Hills, I had to keep telling myself to relax, my stuff would be at home when I got there. It wasn't! I did get a call from the delivery guy telling me he was two blocks away. Oh maybe I called him; I guess I wasn't that relaxed after all!
Kingsize Foam Mattress on the left against the wall

He arrived just after me and just as he did, so did the hot guy from earlier. He had called as I was about to head back to mine and told me he decided to stay with me. My delivery guy was working alone so hot guy offered to help him off load. I told him not to, on account of, he was a tenant and I wasn't willing to pay him for that extra service. He insisted and told me that it was nothing to him. So, ok!

They put furniture in the house. In a flash, my apartment was fully furnished! It was a good day! Hot guy, we'll call Dave. He didn't want to sleep on my 'new' furniture. He told me that I had to get cleaning services to clean it up good first. I was like, suit yourself, dude. For now, I'm just glad to have furniture.
I love these stools, the top part spins around/rotates

Dave told me that he was going to stay just that night and decide the following day if he wanted to stay longer or not. Apparently, he had been staying in Malibu at his brother's condo by himself but he wanted to stay on his own, like, in his own place, that's why he was sleeping on random women's floors. That just didn't add up to me. Beverly Hills is great, but if I had an opportunity to live in Malibu, I would grab it with both hands. Right by the beach, are you kidding me? Plus, he told me he was living by himself there. What's wrong with that?

Dave told me that he wanted to stay for a month at my place while he figured out what to do next with himself. He hadn't quite made up his mind yet. We went to sleep, he in the living room and I in my bedroom on my new queen size bed. I slept great! The following morning, I made us green tea. We sat at the counter, drank and chatted. Dave told me about some of the women he had dated. All of them rich and attractive. One of them lived up the street from me. At one point, he told me to feel his abs, and at the other, his biceps. Both were in great shape but I still don't get why I had to do that. He himself felt silly afterwards and told me that he was sure no one has ever told me to do that before. I just laughed it off. It was around 11 am when I needed to go to the store to grab a few things, he told me that he was going to go to Starbucks to use the internet and do some thinking then let me know if he was going to stay or not. Mind you, I have wife. Very fast wifi at that but I wasn't going to force someone to stay at my place while I was gone. Actually, I appreciate that he stepped out while I was gone. Dave was nice enough to set up my living room and dining room furniture. I felt bad that he was doing all that hard work for me for free. But I was still not going to pay him because if I did, that wold defeat the whole purpose of having him stay here to help me financially.
The Queensize Bed. 

I got back home in a few hours. While sitting in the living room about to do my nails, Dave called. He told me that he wanted to stay at my place because he loves my vibe and how I keep a clean house. He was on his way back. I asked him to bring me $10 in quarters (25c coins) if possible, for the laundry. He arrived as I was doing my nails. I felt kinda bad because the nail polish smell was so strong. I asked if that bothered him, he told me that it was too late, I should have asked him that before I painted my nails. What if it did bother him? Wow!!!!!! I won't lie, that response left a bad taste in my mouth. It was just so rude and I was trying to be nice.
Dining room area. The table can be extended to add two more seats

He sat down and told me he needed to talk to me. I thought to myself whatever he wants, the answer is no! First, after how you just talked to me? Second, I don't know you enough for us to need to talk already!
He told me that he went to the back to withdraw one month's rent and for some reason wouldn't oblige. He asked if he could pay me in full the following day. I told him to pay me some that day and the rest the following day. I asked if he tried withdrawing a smaller amount, he told me that he didn't, then he shoved an ATM receipt to my face to show me that he did have money, it's just that the ATM wouldn't give it to him. I didn't look at the receipt because it's not my thing. I don't like to know how much people have in the bank, it makes me feel weird PLUS! ATM receipts don't tell you who they belong to! That could've been anyone's receipt! Also, I don't care how much money you have in the bank or your retirement fund, I just want someone to pay for staying at my place. If you can't pay for whatever reason, bye! Simple as that!

He told me that the bank was closed, he was going to go the following and find out what the matter was and subsequently pay for the month's stay. I told him to pay for the night's stay and then do what he had to the following day. I jokingly was like, I wouldn't want you thinking I'm a dumb girl from Africa who lets strangers stay at her apartment for free. He told me he wasn't going to think that of me because he knew he was going to pay. I told him, well, I don't know that for sure. It's not personal! That's when he went on about how if you divide the monthly rate I quoted him into 30 days and deduct the night he had already stayed and payed for and the $10 change he brought me and all the work he did for me around the house blah blah blah. I was like, I love you but I don't wanna hear it! Don't come here, and make your own rules. I told you I didn't want you to hep with furniture and you insisted, so that's on you! If you don't pay for tonight, I'm sorry, you can't stay here.
If you squint/zoom in, you can see the $10 roll of quarters on the table top next to the vase. Can you? 

The more we talked about it, the more, I knew I no longer wanted him to stay at my place.
He left to withdraw payment for that night and never came back.