So I was with this chick, she was from Harlem. It all started at Rucker Park while we were hanging out. There was this dude grilling us from his car. It was an old, black Benz and he was just staring at my girl with his hat turned back. He was clearly checking out my girl's legs, but who wasn't, so no biggie. She loved me, and my love was real, so I could handle some competition. We just strolled off.
So my girl takes the bus everyday to work. I'm not worried, MTA buses are fairly safe, but I come to find out that this dude is following my girl. She saw him stalking everyday, laying in the cut, and crushing hard for my girl. A few days later, this dude actually approaches her trying to spit game. He says something like he know me from around the way, that she's only been with me for five months, that I drink too much, and smoke too much, while he works out everyday thinking about her. He's telling her how he doesn't want to violate our relationship, but he has really graphic sex dreams about her. C'mon son, seriously? My girl just ignores dude as he goes off into tangents. Luckily it's a busy bus stop, so he won't do anything crazy.
Fast forward a few days, my girl is at the mall. She calls me telling me dude is there trying to creep, again. So I tell her to wait for me at Footlocker, and I drive over there. I come into the store and meet her, and she points to dude sitting on the bench outside the store. At this point, I'm about to swing on him, but I was going to talk **** out with him first.
I was like, "Yo son, are you stalking my girl? Dude find another girl to crush on."
He was like, "Nah man, this is love. This is more than a crush. I've been watching her for as long as I can remember. She's all I could ever want and ask for."
For some reason, I got really mad and knocked dude out. My girl and I just bounce before security comes.
Lucky for him, she didn't see him around anymore. People around the neighborhood said that he sold his car and moved out of state.
Apparently, he's a chef now at some shark facility, go figure, huh.