Stop Texting My Man

She called to tell me I was the side chick. I called her back to say I didn't care.

Listen, 2007 was my wildest year. I could write an entire book on that year alone (and one day, I probably will). The stories all connect, and you’ll start to notice the same men showing up again. I won’t tell you which ones are repeat offenders though.

I’ll just let you use your imagination.

But for this one, I’ll even say his name. Jason.

Yeah, the first man who actually deserves to be called by name because he was my fave that year.