My first high school girlfriend was named SHAWNEQUA, and it’s pronounced just like the song from Bell Biv Devoe protégés A.B.C. She was exactly that type that you dream about in high school. She was a cutie pie plus a well-heeled shorty on top of that. Her folks had that guap and there wasn’t a day that she didn’t come through Tech looking like a little angel.
I remember running into SHAWNEQUA years later into my twenties and homegirl had graduated from Syracuse University and she was married to a lawyer dude or some other professsional type. I might have been a homeless drug addict at the time. She still had love or me.
Too bad for me that during my high school years I was rolling with the sickest clique evar. Our reputation throughout the school was not to be effed with. I was starting to believe my own hype so I began looking for the baddest Brooklyn girls to roll with. Strictly Flatbush chicks from that point forward. I tried to break it to SHAWNEQUA nicely. In the end I looked like a jerk because the following day I was running around with TRACEY MILHOUSE.
Damn, I loved me some TRACEY MILHOUSE. This chick had my nose wide open even though she played me like a puppet on a string. She was the polar opposite of SHAWNEQUA. TRACEY was tall and slim, where SHANEQUA was a shorty with a mm-mm-mm backside. SHAWNEQUA was reserved and well mannered, but TRACEY was loud and obnoxious. SHAWNEQUA had real grey-green eyes, TRACEY wore contacts. TRACEY never really loved me, but she liked the thought of effing with a celebrity. The moral of this story is that at the end of the day you get what you deserve.
That sorta reminds me of when I was going out with this broad in jnr high who had the most pert bitties in history but was so dumb that my teeth hurt after five minutes with her, then I dumped her to chase this cool sporty chick who I never got anywhere with. Years later I bumped into her and she told me about all the freaky shit I missed out on. I still stand by my decision though.
I remember Shawnequa. She was very sweet. Awwww DP….you broke her heart, you b*stard. For Tracey Millhouse???? Tracey with the contacts and the weave? Damn.
That note makes me hear George Costanza…”Don’t say it not me…I invented it’s not you it’s me, if it’s anybody it’s me!!!!!!!!!!!!”
I’m going to go play some Troop now…
This reminds me of Junior Year at Cornell. I started dating Cheryll Herbert from Ithaca College for a couple of months, Spring semester. Cheryll was from Hempstead, Long Island and she had just crossed Delta. I noticed her because she pledged on our campus. Cheryll was cute as hell and hadn’t “put out” with moi since my rep was really doggish. Still, I cut off all my jump offs since I “knew” deep in my heart that Cheryll was the one. That summer, she met me for lunch and told me that it wasn’t going to work out, thus dropping me dead cold. Anyways, the next year, I resumed my doggish ways and Cheryll had flown to Europe her first semester for an exhange. That Spring, Cheryll came back from overseas, all seasoned and cuter than ever. One night, smelling real good (she was rocking the newly released Giorgio perfume) she came by my crib (off campus of course) and cried on my shoulders, sobbing that she had made a big mistake and was now ready to start again, as long as we took it slow. I got caught up in her game and AGAIN cut off all my jump offs. My Senior week, all the cuties that I hadn’t yet smashed were practically flinging their moist panties my way but I stayed true to Cheryll. This one hella healthy and BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD freshman named LaShaun from New Orleans stepped to me and begged that I take her virginity. Yes, she was untouched and offering the poons to me on a platter. It was inhumanly difficult but I held out for Cheryll and begrudgingly turned LaShaun away. The very FOLLOWING EFFIN” week, right after graduation, Cheryll meets me for lunch in the city and breaks up with me again, this time, because she had a new boyfriend named Jesus Christ, who had started hitting her off with that righteous wood, shooting that holy water all over her neck and chin. I don’t have any regrets in my life, but if I did, it would be passing up on that ripe fresh fruit from New Orleans by the name of LaShaun. My boy Don has kept in touch with LaShaun, and she too is married with some lawyer type, still in Louisiana. He also tells me she remains bad as hell.
Dang D, Shawnequa was a cutie and damnit, I had some pants just like hers!!!
Hey, don’t feel bad, we all have some form of similar effed up story/opportunities in life we missed out on.
CJ,
be thankful that you didn’t take that virgin poon from N’Awlins. if you played her sideways she might’a tried to put the root on you. Although since you are Haitian your old Earth would have the antiddote in her kitchen pantry.
Candice,
Word life don’t say nothing bad about Tracey Milhouse. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVED some Tracey Milhouse. She used to flip her weave on the daily. One day I would swear to you that she came from the machine shop and her shit had grown a foot.
Something about Mary….
My demon was a girl named Mary. Mary was a tripple threat hot Body, pretty face, and one of the smartest girls I have ever known. Unlimited potential. I was ready to marry her at age 19. Things would be going well but like every 7-8 months she would brake up with me for no reason. She had me whipped because every time she would dump me I would take her back. Years later I would find out that she had this other dude in the picture and would do the same thing to him. She said she loved both of us but didn’t want to cheat so she would break up with one to be with the other. The orignal players are women.
^” Years later I would find out that she had this other dude in the picture and would do the same thing to him. She said she loved both of us but didn’t want to cheat so she would break up with one to be with the other. The orignal players are women. ”
That’s some dope shit right there. On the average, how many months did she take to get back with you?
^ Truthfully speaking it could have been like 2 months but it felt like an eternity. She was that Crack. Let me find out you was the other dude CJ.
Wasn’t me. But was she from Queens, NY?
E. Flatbush beverly rd. I’m from Queens she was raised out in Brooklyn. See LL Cool J.
She Got Game
ooh teenage love…
i had a teenage boyfriend whom we’ll call Robert since he’s a high profile urban clothing desinger these days. he lived around the corner and i used to sneak out my house to see him all the time when we were young. Robert’s daddy was a crack head so he never had any loot and was always working his ass off making tee shirts trying to pay for his high school catholic boy education on his on.
i used to step out on him with him with this older dude who was all flash and glitter, a manager at UPS and a d-boy on the side. the shopping sprees were ridiculous and i would always find a way to make him buy me something to give robert.
bottom line i broke roberts little virgin heart when he realized what i was doing. i ran into him in Vegas one night years later, he was drunk and hell and started crying on the dudes shoulder i was with literally, telling the man how i took his virginity and broke his heart…
it’s too bad cuz he’s a bonafide millionaire now, all them tee shirts paid off!
For Us, By Us!!!!! Yup yup, you’re a verified Queens Gal.
Hey Combat Jack:
When did you graduate from Cornell? I graduated in 1995.
Just curious as to if I knew you…
Dubbles, you prolly heard of me but u don’t know me. Pledge any frat? Plus, did u do your time @ Ujaama?
***cues “records”***
I need love by ll cool j
Teenage Love by Slick Rick
Cruisin’ by Smokey Robinson
and Fire and Desire by Rick James and Teena Marie
Dedicates these songs to all who have been a fool for “love”
btw i did so much assbackwards and retarded shit in the name of “love” i might put even dallas to shame…y’all knwo truth is much stranger than fiction!
CJ
I didn’t pledge a frat, but knew many guys from the varios frats, and a cousin in Alpha at the same time I was there. When I first got to Cornell in ’91, i was in Ujamaa all the frickin’ time, though I lived in a different “lowrise”.
DP…we used to call her Tracey “add a length” like the doll….Pretty Cut and Grow. That girl would show up on Monday with short hair and on Tuesday have hair down the middle of her back. The fakeness was crazy.
You liked her because of the clothes right? She was always in some gear. Knowing what I know now….you were probably boosting the Polo for her out of Bloomingdales 🙂
Lo rise six was where the jump offs took place. Btw, sorry to hear about your cousin. Alpha’s at Cornell were notorious for being teh ghey.
Hell to the naw! You wrote the breakup in eracable ink???
Combat…I know an Alpha from Cornell. I may have to cosign with you on that. LOL
^ I’m just sayin’. No Isaiah Washington.
^Not that there’s anything wrong with that 🙂
Yeah? Tell that to Isaiah Washington right about now. My prediction is that dude will be heading up a major show Chitlin Circuit next year. He’s toast!
Isaiah Washington will soon be Co starring Salena Johnson in the off off off off broadway smash hit “What’s love got to do with it” Also featuring Allen Payne and BernNadette Stanis. Dude is a Wrap.
^dayum! But true. Nigga fucked with the worst mob to ever cross in Showbiz. He would’a been better off saying the Holocaust never happened!
ROTFLMAO @ Eloheem Star.
Dude was an unknown black actor. Hit paydirt with the hottest show on TV. He should have kept his mouth shut and rode the paycheck out for as long as he could. He can join the Lifetime movie of the week co-starring KKKramer entitled…Black Jesus in Brooklyn.
BROOKLYN TECH STAND UP. TECHNITES ALL OVER.
HAS MR GREENSTEIN BEEN OLD 4EVER??
Wow…so now I was loud and obnoxious…Tracey add a length to others….what an effed up world we live in. People still hold grudges, jealousies or whatever you may think it is, and to this day I don’t understand why. While I’m not amused at all by the mention of my name in your blog nor am I amused by the comments made…particularly the one referencing you boosting my clothing…I will say it’s all good! You are entitled to your opinions…and I am entitled to mine!
Nah Tracey, we loves you