Adventures in Target

Like my socks you will.

This morning I went out to breakfast with my future *man of honor, we cursed SSC students who don't know how to drive, saw a child molester van, and had a serious debate . . . my love of Lil Wayne.

I've tried to deny it. I tried to stick by my fellow women last summer and say Lil Wayne's "Lollipop" was disrespectful to women . . . yadda yadda. I've even said I've found the sight of him repulsive. This is all a lie. A horrible front. I will admit that if Lil Wayne swaggered up to me in a club and whispered, "Hey Shorty" my knees would buckle. I've found him oddly irrestible since Destiny Child's Soldier. I remember thinking to myself, Now, who is that cool cat? But Rey, my man of honor, wasn't calling me out on this front. He was trying to convince me that really wouldn't like Lil Wayne, that I really couldn't handle Lil Wayne. Well, Mister, I have news for you.

I've heard he doesn't write his "rhymes" down. You know who else didn't write anything down . . . Socrates (and for the record, Socrates was hit with the homely stick something awful, and I'd still probably have a mini-crush on him). I'm not saying Lil Wayne's ugly, I'm just trying to prove to Rey that looks mean very little to me when it comes to chemistry and physical attraction. Lil Wayne is definately a Hot Boy.

But how could I prove to him that I could handle Lil Wayne. Then, as if God was watching, while we were in Target (in the Men's section) looking at t-shirts Rey wandered away leaving me alone. Some huge thugged out man, he was like 6' 8" tall, came up to me and said, "Hey shawty rockin' RUN DMC (I was wearing my Target bought DMC shirt and standing in front of the same shirt on the t-shirt wall like a tool bag). I can respect that. Looks good on you."

I literally turned to my left with my yoda socks in hand and ran to electronics. I'm so hood.

Rey found me looking at DVD's a few minutes later and said, "So how'd it go with Lil Wayne over there?"

He saw the whole thing. You win this round, Pepen. But I still think I would razz Lil Wayne's berries.

I like to pick one song a summer and make it my theme song. One summer it was T-Pain's Buy You a Drink, last summer it was Usher's Love In This Club, but this summer it's all about my boy Lil Wayne with his Every Girl.

And to all the girls who think this is disrespectful, I never give an honest man a hard time. Men think of us this way. Thank you for being honest, Mr. Carter. I'd prefer a man letting me know where I stand then stringing me along letting me think it might be something more.

* A man of honor is the male equivalent to a "maid of honor." I saw proof of this actual wedding role on What Not To Wear. If Stacey and Clinton say it's so . . . it is so.