Zimi's BART and MARTA Tales: Cougars and Locs...

Now I can already imagine the comments that will surface just from the title alone. But there was no other way to title it but to be direct and to the point. Today's post takes place on my travel home from work. I think I have come to realize that when I deviate from my normal routine that's when things happen "out of the ordinary".

Cougars
So as I made my way to the MARTA, I was talking with one of my aunts (using my earpiece) and sharing some awesome news with her. And for those that know me, they know that I am very focused when riding the MARTA, meaning I'm usually not smiling, but rest assured there is usually nothing wrong. I typically structure my face this way to avoid conversation from passing strangers [I'm beginning to notice this is attracting more attention versus the individuals not bothering me]. Needless to say, a gentleman approached me as I was finishing up my conversation, and so it begins. After hanging up the phone, the gentleman would approach me and give me a compliment regarding my locs (not complaining, but if I had a dollar for every compliment I get about my hair I would be set for life!!). I thanked him and went about my business as usual. However, the minute I stepped on the train and took my seat, this same gentleman would proceed to have a conversation with me. I figured I would be nice so I entertained it, until I learned of this "young man's" age. He was obviously spitting some game, but this was a new encounter. Why you say? Well during the "game spitting" he would mention that he attends Morehouse College (red flag)...uh oh...This would have been cool 10 YEARS AGO, but now oh boy (keep in mind I am one month shy of 32)!! I would literally become speechless, partly because he was an attractive and intelligent sounding brotha who I would have never thought was 21. Well I will just say this we had a very entertaining conversation, that ended once he got to his stop. Not saying I turned into a cougar that day, but it did get me to thinking....

Things that make you go hmmm....

Janet Jackson (47) and her 37-year old husband Wissam Al Mana

Locs
Now this next incident would happen not too long after my "cougar" encounter. In addition to riding the MARTA train I must also take the MARTA bus. So while waiting for the "165" a young man comes up to me and says "do you do locs?" I replied, "no, but my loctician can and I can give you her information." So without really thinking I would tell him my loctian's name and where she is located. The next statement made nearly knocked me off my seat. He would say, "so you going to take me there, I'm from Cali and I don't know my way around here..." And with the quickness, I gave him her business card and told him he could contact her directly. Who just asks a total stranger to take them to get their hair done?? That was truly the icing on the cake! I was too through...lol