You cannot believe the stupidity of the conversation I was having with this girl at work. It is just one of those things, I know I am gonna regret some day, some day soon if I know this girl.

We were talking about this guy that I like which I am not so sure I like anymore. He still finds it fit to ignore me and I just go along with it like it's not a big deal until she started up this conversation about his physique. She mentioned how his head was so big in comparison to his narrow hips, really narrow hips. And then I concurred, because me noticing him so much as I have had noticed too.

Then, I said, "I hope his dick is big for his own good." She laughed girlishly, threw her hands in the air and laughed obviously tickled by my upfrontness.

I was like, "Yeah, most times brothers with tiny hips end up having big dicks...but these are brothas, I am not sure about white folks though." I emphasized my point by telling her another delightful narrative about my past exploit with one and how I had beamed with joy in bed when at the nick of time I discovered that the brotha was indeed truly blessed. She also found this bit of news very amusing nonetheless.

So this is where the regret comes in. I don't regret ogling about the size of what was in this boys panties, we all do that sometimes way too loudly for our own good. I regret the next part of our conversation. She said that she would ask him how big his dick is. I told her he would probably lie about it, and him being the pompous guy I noticed that he was he would elaborate on it, and go on to tell everybody at work the subject of my girlie discussion. She said she didn't care. She would, that if I wasn't then she would.

So after work, I am sitting right next to him and she comes up to me and whispers if I've asked him yet. I shake my head appalled that she would think I would ask him such a thing. Then, I say, sheerly out of stupidity and trust me he had left when I said this, "I wanna ask him out though." Murmuring half of it to myself.

And she shrieks, an excited one this 18 year old was. She said, she would do it for me. I blatantly beg her not to. And she says, "I will," smirking to herself.

I reply, "Nope, you know no one likes me here, if the news should leak out, I'll be the laughing stock of the entire place."

She pays me no mind.

Why in the world did I tell her this, I wonder.

This ends my petty squabble in girl talk, all other girlish conversations shall be resevred for my diary.