Don’t Get Caught!

Have you ever been caught in a compromising– or a perceived-compromising situation? One of those situations that begs the comment, “It’s not what it looks like!”? This is the story of when I got caught black-handed.

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RING RING — That was the sound of my boy Mike’s* (*not his real name) phone, around 8 am on a Sunday morning in October 2008. I was asleep on his couch in NC, visiting him for Homecoming weekend. He answered the phone and told the person that he was up and to come on through.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Through my sleepy, nearsighted eyes, I saw Mike open the door, and I caught a glimpse of a short female walk in. I said hi and she said hi back to me.

So the picture is, he’s in his bedroom, I’m on his couch with green and yellow rollers under a scarf, and practically blind. I mean, I was sleepy, and back then, I hadn’t had LASIK done yet, so I wore glasses everyday and was extremely nearsighted without them.

I was caught…. black-handed. Not red-handed–because I wasn’t doing anything wrong.

Mike and were truly and literally friends–no hanky panky, hokey pokey or doohickeys going on up in here. We have been platonic friends since grade school–our mothers were friends and we grew up in church together. We went to the prom together too, but it was only because he was cool at some of the people at my school, not because we “liked” each other.

But ol girl didn’t see it that way. AT ALL.

Oh No, Nene!

I was excited to get a notice from the library that Never Make the Same Mistake Twice: Lessons on Love and Life Learned the Hard Way was finally available. I was probably the 30^th person in queue when I requested it last year. It’s the memoir from the The Real Housewives of Atlanta’s reality-TV star Nene Leakes, co-written with my highly-regarded “Facebook friend” and renowned author Denene Millner.

I didn’t watch the first season of Housewives when it was on, but I heard so much buzz about it from my friends about the antics of the ladies on the Atlanta show that I decided to watch the repeat episodes. By the time Season 2 started, I was hooked—what can I say? And as much as people may complain or look down on some of the ladies in the show for their nonsensical disputes, it is quite entertaining. And we all know reality-shows are about drama. As Nene says in the book, no one would watch if they saw the mundane things that housewives do—cleaning the house, etc.