My Greatest Enemy is My Inner Me

Sweet Home Chicago..

2007-01-22T12:58:00.000-06:00

With My Chicago Bears going back to the Super Bowl for the first time in 21 years, and Barack Obama preparing himself for a run for The White House, Jennifer Hudson winning a Golden Globe and a consensus pick for a possible Oscar nomination, and Lupe Fiasco being nominated for 3 Grammys, its a great time to be a CHICAGOAN. And I have extreme civic pride today.

I love being a Chicagoan. And I mean Chicagoan, as in not from the suburbs either, lol. More times than not, you can tell a city guy from a suburban guy. At least that's what women say. I get to drive up Lake Shore Dr everyday to view what people call the most beautiful skyline in the world (I tried to upload the pic that I look of the skyline last year, but blogger is acting like, well, blogger).

Back to the football. As I stated in the comments section on Friday, I was rooting for my Bears and the Indianapolis Colts to win so that history could be made. For those that don't know (or are under a rock, lol), Lovie Smith is the head coach of the Bears and Tony Dungy is the head coach for the Colts, both are whom are Black. In the previous 40 Super Bowls, a Black head coach had never even made it to the game, let alone win it. But this year, both of the sidelines will have a Black man at the helm, guaranteeing that a Black man will win. And also, the Pittsburgh Steelers just named Mike Tomlin as their head coach, who is also black, so this is a bad week for racists, I'll tell you that.

Its funny too, because I read message boards and listen to sports talk radio and some people (w.hite) are saying that they are dreading the next 2 weeks because all everyone is going to talk about is 2 Black coaches in the Super Bowl.

My response is, "And???"

I'll get back to the program later in the week. For the next few days, I want to enjoy this civic pride I have. And in the process, I hope to make Dynasty miss her city so much that she thinks about moving back, LOL....So for today, Ill be drinking an Old Style, eating some deep dish pizza, and some Harold's Chicken.......

Chicago, Chicago, that toddlin' town,
Chicago, Chicago, I'll show you around.
Bet your bottom dollar you'll lose the blues
In Chicago, Chicago
The town that Billy Sunday could not shut down.
On State Street, that great street, I just want to say
They do things they don't do on Broadway; say,
They have the time, the time of their life -
I saw a man, he danced with his wife
In Chicago, Chicago my home town. - "Chicago - That Toddlin Town"

Thanks for Reading, and GO BEARS!!!!

Robert L Mack, TRP.

The Reluctant Player....

2007-01-17T14:59:00.000-06:00

Warning: Today's entry is rated R for "Raunchy", so if you don't want to read, wait until the next post. Otherwise, read on..........

What's going on.....I was damn near threatened today by a fellow blogger to update my blog, but I won't say any names (D.....y). So here I am....

When we last left off I was talking about dating a few chicks, like 4 at the moment. I need to at least cut it in half, but one of the probable cuts was breaking me off with some major Superhead!!! (As a matter of fact, that will be her name henceforth.) Man, sometimes I swear I want to ask her has she seen the video!

(Sidenote: Ladies, you want to make a man fall in love with you? Some of you all need to stop acting funny and give your man head until he explodes in your mouth. Whether you swallow or not is purely optional.)

Unfortunately, Superhead is the same chick with the Full House, starring her 12 year old daughter, 10 year old son, momma , 20 year old lil sis , and 2 year old nephew in tow. And she doesn't like coming to the city to see me because its too big and she'll get lost. Yeah, Ok.

This girl from my 2nd job wants to hook me up with her friend LW, and I've been talking to her on the phone for the last few weeks. Judging from the picture, she has a small waist with some nice, 25 year old perky breasts with an average face. When she told me that she was picky, I was expecting some barbie dolled- faced chick fresh out of college. But hey sometimes pictures don't tell the story, so we're going to go out to dinner or something friday to find out if there's more to the "story".

Hopefully I can get her in and out by about midnight Friday, because at 1:00am I'm going to meet another chick named Lexus once she gets off of work. Maybe I'll delve into that story some other time. Lets just say that I used to date her about 5 years ago and I have a story about her that I've debated shelling out to the masses. I've decided to save that one for the book, LOL.............But fast forward to 2007.......I got back in touch with her about 2 weeks ago, and she still has a lovely body that hasn't bore a child yet, nice job, own place, own whip, can dress her ass off, and is very available. I just need to find out if she's matured some since 5 years ago. Smooth, who knows the story quite well, told me I'm playing with fire by talking back to her. Had he seen the outfit she wore last week, he would have had a +book of matches+ in his hand too ready to +strike+ too. (Double Entendre, Missy).

Then There's Denise. Ah, Denise. A jump off in the truest sense. I call her Denise because she reminds me of Denise from The Cosby Show. She's very much into "artsy-fartsy" ish and "Afrocentricity". I liked originally because I never dated a chick that rocked dreads and lights in-scents and "hears" Jimi Hendrix (you catch that, Zed, lol). She's an art major, does designs for a major office company, as well as web designing for people in her spare time. She's 26, single, no kids. But at the present moment she is not looking for a relationship but just wants to get broke off from time to time at various times of the night.

Damn yall, I'm having mixed feelings. I know I can't keep seeing all of these chicks, YET I like having plan B's C's and D's when A doesn't work out.

So for the time being, just call me The Reluctant Player.

Signing Off.

Thanks for Reading,

The Oxymoronic Robert Mack, TRP.

Return of The Mack........Again.

2007-01-10T13:50:00.000-06:00

What up yall,

I'm back.

Again.

A bit of a hiatus, due to a few things. The holidays, as well as "back to work" busy issues, as well as trying to live a little. I've only been on a handful of blogs over the past few weeks, so I am waaaaay out of the loop on things. I'll try to come by your page sometime in the next few days. So much has happened over the past few weeks, I don't even know where to begin. How about a brief synopsis (I got that word from the soap opera books my aunt used to read, lol)

The Traveler

I went to the Big D for New Years. It was quite eventful, to say the least, especially the plane ride. More on that later. My cuz Smooth threw a new years' shindig, and plenty of people came by, including the ladies. I was quite surprised. Not saying that my cuz throw sausage festivals, but it was good to see that it was a 50/50 ratio, I might even say there were more women then men. I even took time to look at my cuz in awe, seeing how much of a social butterfly and life of the party person he can be. That dude knows how to have fun. It made me think too. I need to quit trying to be so fuckin' perfect. I get caught up in trying to be too cool, too calm, too collected, too reserved in comments. Always trying to say the right thing, or what sounds like a good thing to say.

But, back to the night at hand. There was plenty of food and drinks. I sipped on a few drinks, but nothing like my birthday in 2005 when I was asking what color was the orange juice. I became sleepy around 2am, and told my cuz Tiger that I was going to just take a nap for about 10-15 minutes. I didn't wake up again until about 8am later that morning. So much for being the party animal.

The BMW (Black Man Workin')

I came back with the intentions of quitting my 2nd job (the cable spot) sometime this month. And then I looked at my year end results of working both jobs. I made more money that I've ever made before, and I love that extra dough coming in. For the last year and some months now, I haven't had to go around with that broke feeling. Not to say I'm balling, because I'm nowhere near it, but I haven't had to put a few dollars in the tank to get home now and wait to fill it up in the morning because that's when the direct deposit hits (yeah and don't act like yall aint been there before, lol). So right now I'm going to push it along until February.

The Mack

This past weekend I had 3 dates, with the possibility of 5. Let me tell yall, that shit is overrated! Thursday night I was hyped up because I imagined that I was some kind of real life Dre in "How to Be A Player". I was going to bang em, and keep it moving.

But it went nothing like that.

In fact, Monday morning felt like any other morning. I wasn't beaming with confidence, grinning with thoughts from the past weekend. I actually had an feeling of being unfulfilled. I still had questions that were left unanswered. Except the fact that the "playa" shit aint for me. Not that I was trying to, but the past weekend let me know further that I'm just a one woman type of guy. And after that weekend, I'm still looking. Maybe I could juggle 2, but not 3, 4, or definitely not 5.

The Final Destination

Let's back track for a minute to the aforementioned plane ride from hell. I was supposed to leave on Dec 29th at 1:36pm, with an arrival at 3:51 PM in Dallas. Poor weather, along with Poor Management decisions and I didn't get to Dallas until about 3:51 AM!!!! That's 3:51 AM!!!!! Oh yeah and did I mention that we were virtually stuck on the plane because we had to make an emergency landing in Waco, TX. Yes, Wacky Waco, where David Koresh was from. And I had to take a bus from Waco to Dallas. That's not even the half of it. But, your boy remained calm for the most part, even though a lot of people on the plane were not. Honestly, I was so happy that I was still alive after the ordeal that I was going to leave it alone. But, I got a letter yesterday apologizing profusely for the events and they offered me a free round trip ticket to wherever their company flies.

Hmm....so where could I go?

Could I use this to finally go to NYC?
Slish, Organized Noise, and The Mack.....The fun we would get into...LOL.....

Could go back to Dallas. I would like to see my cuz Wimpy before he leaves for Iraq again. That would be the sentimental choice.

Could go to LA, just to see what its like for struggling actors.

Could go to Atl to see a rainbow, but I'm not sure if things are alive and jumpin' down there.

What will I do? Decisions, Decisions..............

Sorry for the long delay, but I'm back. I think.

Thanks for Reading (still),

Robert L. Mack

Bloggers Block, sort of.

2006-12-21T14:08:00.000-06:00

Its been a week since I've blogged, and usually I never go more than 7 days without blogging. I guess I really don't have much to talk about right now. I've had a few thoughts on my mind, one of them being my taste in women. It seems as though the ones that I have the most interest in are already taken. Which should be the case because men would be fools to let those type of women that I like stay single.......So in the end, I find myself talking to women who are a step below my standards but are available. And I think its taking its toll on me, along with working 2 jobs. But enough of that. I don't want to get accused of subliminally asking for +sympathy azz+.

Also, with the Christmas season coming up, it always reminds me of my favorite Christmas, which was 1989. That was the year that Smooth's mom (Ma Dukes) bought us a Nintendo. We were so happy, because it meant that we didn't have to go to the neighbor's house to act like their friend just to play Nintendo. But also, I loved that year because all 6 of my grandmothers' kids were all together in one home, including my Aunt Gail and Uncle Steve (may they both rest in piece) and their kids.

Do I want anything for Christmas this year? Nah........
I remember one year, I think I was 18, I asked for a girlfriend, and I met a chick a few days later. LOL...mere coincidence....

So what is your most memorable Christmas? What do you want for Christmas this year? Pick a lane, folks.

Next week, I think I'm going to do a year-in-review blog, looking back on the events of this past year.

Yall stay resolute, and happy holidays to all!

Thanks for Reading,

Robert L. Mack

Whose Line Is It Anyway?

2006-12-14T10:22:00.000-06:00

What up yall! I'm back like Jordan!

So as I pondered talking to this chick last night, it made me think about some of my previous encounters with the opposite sex. Do I use lines to get a woman's attention, and ultimately, her number and affection?

I'm going into the archives of my mind, laughing on some of my good lines. One that stood out to me was when I dropped this chick off at home as a favor and she made a mention of my seats being very comfortable, and I told her , ever so slyly , that "If you like, you can sit in them as often as you want". Maybe it had to do with me having an audience (Smooth and Todd Mack) in the back seat, who knows? But the chick gave me her number, and the rest was history.

But then on the flipside, I remember being a baby mack, 16 at the time, and I seen a girl working at a little kiosk in the mall. Boy she was pretty, I thought. I was so nervous. I think I went past her kiosk a few times, trying to figure out some way of talking to her. She was selling something that I had no interest in, but I had to figure out some way to break to ice. I asked what she was selling, listening very intently. After her short presentation, I thanked her and walked away. I came back 5 minutes later, put the proverbial bid in, I think I said something along the lines of "if you're not doing anything later........" and I could remember stuttering and I even think I had a slight twitch in my eye. LOL. Man that chick was quick to tell me that she had a boyfriend. I don't even think I got my whole spiel out. LMAO!!!!!!!!!

Then I remember a few years back when I tried to get at this young lady who was a cashier at Walgreens. I waited until she didn't have anyone in her line, and I walked up to her and told her that "I purposely came through your line so that I could talk to you." She laughed at me, and I remember that she would not give me her number, but she took mine. I took it as an L, but a few days later she called. We went out a few times, and I remember her telling me that she was Bi. She thought I was going to stop talking to her, but it made me more intrigued. But , nothing ever happened. She was a young hot cutie too. (Side Note: I'm going to get my 3-some going one of these days dammit!)

But overall, I would say that I usually go with something simple like "I would love to call you later" or "I would like to get to know you." The smile takes care of the rest.

So ladies, do you like when a guy comes up with a line? What are some of the most memorable lines that a guy told you, and it worked? Did it even matter in the end?
And Fellas, tell me about some of your best lines, good or bad.

* Speaking of lines, if anyone caught my double entendre, you're obviously a keen observer of the boy.

Thanks for Reading,

Robert L. Mack

Guess Who's Bizzack?

2006-12-11T10:38:00.000-06:00

Not quite as dramatic as New York coming back to The Flavor of Love, or somewhere over the +rainbow+ in the +hamptons+,

but Chappelle # 2 is back.

Found out about it last week, her new job wasn't working out.

Does this mean the return of some truck action?

Who knows? Probably not. I gotta move on, right? Big Rob Mack (my brain) gotta tell Lil Rob Mack (the one who gets "brain") that even if the azz is nice, you don't want to deal with her trying to find babysitters and her still living at home with Auntie Supervisor and her not having transportation which means me driving across town. (For my Chicago peeps, I had to drive from SE Chicago (South Shore) to the west suburbs (Maywood)

I could see why she came back though. I've been here for 3 1/2 years, and this is the easiest job I've ever had. Which is funny, because the old lady that hired me in June of 2003 wasn't sure if I would work out because the job was supposed to have been "fast paced". LOL.................

I'm supposed to be at work at 8:00, I can't even think of the last time I've been here that early. Maybe 8:06 in the last 3 months. LOL....and I have my own phone line, own cubicle, unlimited access to internet, can go to lunch anytime, and other perks that I cannot think of as the moment. I felt bad because last week during rainbow-gate I was on the blogs all day...I didn't even open up my work application for the day. I told Smooth that I was going to come to work the next day with a bunch of scathing emails from vendors, but the next day came and went with no issues. LOL. I say that the next job I get is going to have to pay substantially more that this one, it would have to be either in Downtown Chicago or the city limits, and I would have to have internet access or at least email access. Until then, I'll deal with being paid some days to essentially read blogs.

Everybody stay alive out there, and I'll be checking back with you later.

Thanks for reading,

Robert L. Mack

REAL TALK. Let's Set the Record Straight......

2006-12-07T10:44:00.000-06:00

*May I have your attention please*

Ok, so I guess people are going around faking their death. If you don't know what I'm referring to, check out Nikki, as well as T-Cas' blog. I'm not going to get into any of it personally; Instead I'll use my own forum to let people know about me. Understand that everything I write is real. The pictures you see of me are real, they're not pictures of someone else and I'm masquerading as this tall , dark , and handsome fella (sorry had to make you laugh really quick). The pictures are not from many years ago and I'm fat and old now trying to re-live my past.

* I'm really 27 years old. I was born May 27th, 1979 in Cook County Hospital in Chicago, IL.

* I'm not married, nor have I ever been.

* I don't have any kids.

* Smooth and Tiger are my real cousins, not play cousins. Their mom and my mom are sisters. Heck, their mom practically raised me as a shorty, that's why they're more like brother and sister to me.

* In the past year, I've seen and been seen by Dynasty, Missy (Negropino), Nika Nsane, Skinny G from the Bruh Man Law, 1 in the same, and Knockout Zed seen me on stage during some "acting business" (LOL). They can definitely vouch for the boy if needed.

Again, the events that I write about on my blog are real. I don't embellish nor fabricate anything for the purpose of an audience. I write about whatever is on my mind, even if it means that I'm not going to be viewed as cool or "the man". I write about hurt feelings, be it mine or someone else's. About the only thing that I make up is names for legal reasons, including the fact that I only use a small fraction of my real name.

Honestly I don't know what to believe about anyone's blog anymore. When I meet people, I think so many people have tricks up their sleeve, to the point where I don't let anyone know more than they have to. I've always been a skeptical person, and now with some crazy events that have unfolded, my skepticism meter is off of the chart now. It takes me a long time to build trust in anyone. I can probably count on both of my hands the amount of times I've told people in regular conversation that I've been in a few movies. That's how guarded I am.

I just felt a need to write about myself folks, just in case if anyone has an air of skepticism about me.

Damn I didn't know blogging was like this.

Thanks for Reading (....gasp...)

Robert L. Mack

Chicago to Dallas and back...part 2

2006-12-01T13:38:00.000-06:00

(sorry peoples I am very busy at work right now.....)

I landed in the Big D and was greeted by my cuz Smooth and his boy Dre Day and my lil brother Todd Mack. It was 75 and sunny in Dallas, and of course I only packed long sleeves. I already sweat enough because I'm not a great flyer...but alas......

Made it to my aunt's home where the Thanksgiving festivities too place. This is easily my favorite holiday because I get a chance to see a lot of my family that I haven't seen in a while. I got a chance to see my cuz Primetime who I haven't seen in 6 years, she's grown up to be so pretty (and a lil potty mouthed, lol), I saw my cousin Wimpy's (who's in Iraq) kids, and I got to see the aforementioned lil brother Todd Mack and my cousin T-Sauce, who told me that he's ranked in the top 25 for HS ballers in the state of Texas. I think that I'm his biggest fan. Every time I talk to him, I ask him what college is he going to. I just want him to go to a Division 1 school so that I can check out his games on the ESPN package. I remember when I was the tallest in the family. I think T-Sauce has 2 inches on me, which makes him about 6'4'' now.

When the family gets together for thanksgiving, we have a few crazy traditions. One is a Lip Sync Contest, where members of the fam will pantomime a song, usually a hit from that current year. One of my favorite acts was when we did the Ron Isley song Contagious. T-Sauce was Mr Bigs, Tiger was Chante Moore and I was R. Kelly. LOL...

Another tradition that has caught on the past few years is our when we spoof a current show or movie with a ghetto twist to it. The first year was a rendition of The Jerry Springer Show. The next year it was a ghetto version of the movie Halloween. This year we decided to do a even sillier version of the show Cheaters. Smooth said that he's editing it, so if I gather up enough courage I might figure out some way of putting it on the blog. My family is like the Wayans in the sense that there are a lot of us who can act, and do it quite well. I'm probably the best (LOL).

Also in the fold were some of Smooth's friends. I'm very envious of the relationship that Smooth has with his friends. Its a group of them (5 guys, 2 girls) that talk on the email just about everyday and usually a few times in a month they will all go out to dinner or to someone's crib for a "movie night". They've embraced me as an "honorary member". Around March of next year, I'm going to think really hard about moving down to Dallas....stay tuned on that front.....

On Friday night, another tradition that took place is Bad Horror Movie Night. Smooth and Tiger's mom (Ma Dukes) will go out her way to find an obscure scary movie for the family to watch. This year's choice was called The Gingerdead Man, about a killer who was executed but somehow was "resurrected" as a killer gingerbread man. I'm mad that I was the only one who stayed up thru that hot gabbage! But it still makes for funny conversation at the next family gathering......

(Editors Note: I've become quite busy at work so I'll just give a quick recap and get on to the pics.....)

The next few days were just "kickin it days" basically. I went to the Galleria which is the big posh mall in Dallas.......

I came back home on Monday Night. I got off of the train a tad nervous, because I wasn't sure if the whip would be there, or if it was, how many tickets would I have on it.........But I turned the corner at Archer and Pulaski, and I saw Clyde the Glide sitting there, just as I left it.......no tickets, no flats, no broken glass.......cool.....

I ended the vacation by stopping in a Walmart for a George Foreman grill......I've never used one before, (late as hell!), so I'm looking forward to cooking a few things on it.....

Ok, enough talk, right? Yall wanna see pics....here they go.........

I introduce my family and friends below!!!!!!!!!!

Enjoy....

Have a nice weekend.

Thanks for Reading (in this case, thanks for checking out pics),
Robert L. Mack

Chicago to Dallas and back.....Part 1

2006-11-29T13:35:00.000-06:00

I hope your Thanksgiving Holiday was as great as mine. Let me attempt to cram the last 7 days in a few short paragraphs.

The holidays got off to a rousing start last Wednesday night at the 2nd job. I got a chance to sit next to a chick that I have a lot of interest in. With not too many people calling about cable on the night before a holiday, it gave me ample time to talk to her. I previously gave her my number some time ago, but she never called or gave any mention of it. I figured she wasn't interested. But she always made sure to come by to say hello to me. From the surface, she looks like a winner. She just moved into her own place, young with a bangin' body (pow! bang! boom!), she likes to cook, and she likes sports. I should have put that as the first thing I like about her. Well as the confabbin' was going, she says "You know, I lost your number. Put it in my phone right now." I grabbed her phone like it was gub'ment cheese!

And while I'm pressin' digits, I see her writing down her math for me. Trying to remain cool, she gave me the piece of paper and I just said "Aiight." But on the inside the boy was like "Yeah!". I think I checked my phone a few times that night to make sure it was still there and the numbers matched from the paper that she wrote it on (Don't act like yall ain't never done that before!).

I know yall thinking there he go crappin' where he eat. But see I'm leaving that job in January so I'm just trying to build the roster up for , um, lets just say "Spring Training".

Thanksgiving Day was hectic, as any day when you have to get to the airport. At first I was going to just hop on the Metra and walk to the Orange Line which takes you to Midway Airport. But I thought that I could get shaved and faded and be packed in time, but of course I didn't. Which means now I'm going to have to either drive to the airport and park in one of those "Park and Fly" spaces, which is going to cost me about 47 dollars for 5 days, or I could park the whip on the streets of Chicago for free and walk to the Orange Line en route to the airport. One problem though: I don't have a city sticker for my windshield, which means that if a police officer is looking for some revenue, he could get me. I really don't need a sticker because I park my car in a underground garage at my apt, and I work in the suburbs, but my car is registered in Chicago so I am supposed to have one. Not to mention that every parking spot had some kind of restriction on it i.e. "2 hours only.........", "No parking here unless you have permit.........." and such. So I needed to find a legit parking spot and fast! My flight leaves in about an hour! Also I run the risk of someone breaking into it, and I wouldn't know about it for days, but you run that risk anytime.

Ok, I found a spot. Looks legit. It is close to a fire hydrant, but it looks like I'll be able to get the TB in there before the "yellow no parking" paint strip began.

Seeing that I was pressed for time, I just went with the latter option and left my whip about a block from the Pulaski Orange Line L.

I looked at "Clyde the Glide" like you betta be here when I get back!

Made it to the airport, the people at Air Tran let me jump ahead of others because my flight was leaving soon, made it past security (sidenote: am I the only dude that wishes to get frisked one day by a nice ass security chick like Wesley Snipes did in Passenger 57?), and made it to the gate with about 20 minutes to spare. Whew!

Part 2 tomorrow or Friday....Hopefully I'll have accompanying pictures.

Thanks for Reading,

Robert L. Mack

God Needed His Angel Back....

2006-11-27T13:40:00.000-06:00

* Yeah if you're reading this, I took it down. Some folks are sick. *

Thanks for Reading. Now go read something else!

Robert L. Mack.

Thankful - (Bland Title, but Effective!)

2006-11-22T10:05:00.000-06:00

I'm thankful that.....

.....I woke up this morning, of course. And in good spirits and health.

.....I have a decent paying job....Well 2. Somehow I'm shocked that I've maintained sanity while working these 2 jobs over the past year and some months.

.....I'm going to be leaving for Dallas tomorrow morning. I'm looking forward to seeing my cuz Smooth, as well as other family and friends..(shout out to the NP's...) I'm holding out hope that my cuz in Iraq surprises us and comes home early. Right now he said that he is not coming until the week after Thanksgiving, in which I'll be home by then.

.....I found Blogger. You all make my day, for real, and I'm not just saying that. I can't believe that you all come by my spot as faithfully as you do. Some of you all even come by a few times in a day ( not saying names, lol) to see if I've updated. I apologize if I don't make it to your spot, I try, but you know that the boy is busy. I thank you all again. Leave me a quick comment to tell me what you're thankful for, whether it is profound or plain.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving!

And as always, (LOL)

Thanks for Reading,

Robert L. Mack

Significant Blogger?

2006-11-17T10:28:00.000-06:00

Happy Friday to all. I like to keep subjects light on Fridays for some reason. And here's another for the masses........

Most of you all that come by my blog are also regular readers of the boy Slish. And you know that he speaks glowingly of his lady "Barneys". What makes this even more interesting is that not only does she know about his blog, but will even contribute her thoughts as well. I often tell myself that when I find the next possible chick, I would love to tell her about my blog and give her free will to comment. I even thought about telling Chappelle # 2 about my spot, but then remembered I haven't exactly about her in the best way. (LOL)

So here's my questions of the day:

1.) Does your current man/woman/piece know about your blog?

2.) In the future if you met a person, would you tell them about your blog, the way it is now?

3.) For those of you who have dated someone and it is now over AND they know about your blog, do you regret letting them know about it?

Thanks for Reading,
Robert L. Mack

Is my life also stranger than fiction?

2006-11-14T10:05:00.000-06:00

I was going to blog on Friday last week, but I decided against it. A lil minor situation that did bother me, and at first I was going to blog about it and let you all bandy. Then I thought about pulling a "Blah Blah Blah" (LOL) and disabling the comments because I just wanted you all to read it, no comments needed. Then I just said eff it altogether and left it alone. But I did talk to someone last night about my lil situation, and she made me feel a lot better about it.

So let's get on to today's topic.

Over the weekend I went to go see the movie Stranger Than Fiction starring Will Ferrell. It wasn't something that I would ever go see if it were up to me, but the lady I was accompanying this past Saturday evening wanted to see it because she thought it was a comedy. To her (and my) surprise, it wasn't necessarily a comedy.

The movie is about a guy who lives a boring life as an IRS auditor. Then one day, he starts to hear a voice in his head. The voice is a lady who is telling his life, as if she is a narrator. This lady is a world class author who is writing a book. But unbeknownst to her, this character that she made up in her mind is an actual real, living person. Ferrell is becoming used to this voice and wants to find out more, but his life is taken for the worst when the narrator tells him that he is going to die. So Ferrell at this point is trying to find this "lady" to try to get her to change the "ending". Since he's being "told" that he is going to die, he decides to do some of things that he only pondered about previously. It was then that he started "living". He stopped wearing ties to work, he went after a chick that he normally wouldn't have asked out......

It was a very good movie in my opinion (a lil slow sometimes, and I'm not sure why they needed Queen Latifah), I would recommend to anyone to go see it, or at least check it out when it becomes available On Demand or at Blockbuster's. I particularly liked the acting by Will Ferrell, because most of you all know him as playing bumbling goofs in his movies (Old School and Anchorman come to mind), but in this movie his character was partly serious, a sensitive empathetic figure, and very believable.

So it got me to thinking.

Is someone out there writing my life? And I haven't heard the "voice" yet?

If someone was writing your life, would it be a drama, comedy, horror, action, or romance novel? All of the above?

Sh.t I led a life you can write a book on/
Sex, murder and mayhem, romance for the street/
Man and I tell ya itll be the best seller - Jay Z, "Money, Cash, Hoes"

Thanks for Reading,

Robert L. Mack

Trying to Find Love with "Craig and Dem"....

2006-11-07T09:40:00.000-06:00

So I was talking to my ex (The one from 2000-01) on Sunday and she was telling that the Baltimore/DC/No. Virginia men really suck. It has gotten so bad for her that she has been looking for hook ups on Craigslist.org. I went on there to check out her prospects, as well as any for me (just in case, you never know LOL) and there are some "doozies" to say the least. There is even a section that is devoted to just strictly smash and grab jobs. I told her that she might do a little better paying a few bucks for a month and trying out something like Match.com or Yahoo Personals.

She tells me that she would do much better if she moves back to Chicago and we get back together.

I try to get her to think otherwise, LOL....

So my question is, has anyone did the Craigslist.org thing?

What about some good or bad Yahoo personal or Match.com stories?

Don't be shy, It's only me and you talking.......

Thanks for Reading,

Robert L. Mack

No, It's Killin ME

2006-11-03T10:11:00.000-06:00

In my last post, I was telling Slish that I have phone numbers of potential chicks in my phone that I never call. So yeah I may get the number, but I also need to feel that magic of having this chick's number at my disposal, in order for me to follow thru. I'll give an example.

I've had Staci's number since back in June. But I didn't get that overwhelming feeling like "Yeah, lemme call this girl" although she's very pretty, and has a banging body, and has no kids, and we have similar acting dreams. But I never felt that "initial connection", you feel me? So I never called.

Fast forward to a few months later, on a lonely Friday night, I go through my phone fro A to Z to see who I could call. Don't act yall aint never did that before, LOL!. I see Staci's name like "Why haven't I called her?" So I make the call. The confabbin' wasn't the best, but hey we're all not conversationalists over the phone. We went to the comedy set on Sunday, and had a good time.

So to try to keep the lines of communication open, I call her on my break Wednesday night. Again, the conversation didn't get off to a rousing start, but it picked up somewhat. Then, I got hit with lines I heard back in my earlier 20's.

"Rob, you're a nice guy, but I'm attracted to thugs and convicts. And I'm still in love with my guy (who's locked up now for another year or so...). So right now, I just like to hang out with people. I even hang out with Les (Les is this big dude who has questionable B.O. and breath...). I hope you're not mad?"

Nope, not at all. I knew there was a reason why I didn't follow thru back in June.

I thought this was 2006? Damn near 2007?
I thought the whole "I want a thug" thing was over around 2003 or so? WTF?

I forget which one of my "potnahs" said this, I'm thinking it was Zed, who said that he was looking for a woman that was about 30 because at that age most women are past a lot of the superficial things (after life and relationships have kicked her in the azz, lol). Although Staci carries herself much older, she is still a few weeks shy of her 26th birthday. That could explain it. Then again, my mom is 48 and still likes hood azz *africans*.

Maybe when I'm doing the A to Z thing a few years from now, I'll call Staci again.

On second thought........................

Thanks for Reading,

Robert L. Mack

One Season is Beginning, Another Episode is Ending..........

2006-11-01T08:44:00.000-06:00

Yesterday, I decided to play hooky from my second job (the cable spot). Boy did it feel good! I took the day off so that I could watch my Bulls whoop up on the Heat by 40! I was able to play hooky without thinking twice yesterday because my 2nd job has a point system for unplanned absences, (dumb but hey that's their rules) and the points were set back to 0 as of November 1st. So missing yesterday wouldn't mean a thing, points-wise. I called it my Amnesty Day Off, LOL. I didn't even watch much of the game. I saw that the Bulls were up by 20, and I went to sleep. Ironically, the last time I played hooky from the 2nd job it was also to check out the Bulls vs Heat.

But let's get to my main thought of the day.

Yesterday also was the end of an era. Arguably my favorite person to talk about on my blog, Chappelle #2, my answer to Zed's "Batsh*t" or to Nsane Nika's "Puddy", accepted a new position at another company and her last day was yesterday. I was very happy when she told me about her new job, because it gives her a great opportunity (she is working for a nice hotel in Downtown Chicago), and it gives me a person to get a discount from (Just like an *african*, looking for a hook-up, lol) . And I'm a tad jelly because she is working downtown, and those who know me, know that my dream job is somewhere downtown. I hate driving 60 miles a day (30 going, 30 coming back) from the city to the burbs thru traffic that can be more than an hour a day. I would love to be one of those commuters that relies on The CTA or the METRA. And can you imagine the thousands of black women that I would see on a daily basis strutting their stuff down State Street or Michigan Avenue! Lemme get off this blog and get on careerbuilder.com! LOL.....

All That being said, I can admit that I am going to miss Chappelle #2 a lot. We went back and forth sometimes as if we were really a couple. I think I wrote on my blog that if there was a 10 point scale, and the chick needed an 8 to be considered as my woman, she gets a 7.5. Almost, but not quite. Maybe one day I might round off that .5 to the next number, like some of your teachers would do in school.

I acted really "janky" with her back in June, and we stopped talking for a while. But around 2 months ago, right around the beginning of September, I got back in her good graces and we became really close over the next few months. Yeah, I may not have wrote about it, but come on, don't act you write about everything that happens in your life on here either, LOL.

Yesterday, she wrote me a letter in an email that was very heartfelt, a little too heartfelt for me to put on here for the masses. Sometimes you forget the effect that you can have on someone. Just to sum it up, she said that "The thing I'm going to miss the most about working here is seeing you."

Will we see each other now that we're at different jobs? Maybe, but I'm sure with her being a newcomer at her job, they will not give her bankers' hours right away, and my refuge from working 2 jobs are the weekends. I don't see our schedules coinciding. We'll see what happens. But, I will say that the fact that we will not be working together anymore just might make me round that .5 up. Stay tuned..........

Thanks for Reading,

Robert L. Mack

Just a Phone Call Away (I'm Back)

2006-10-30T10:20:00.000-06:00

Hello Blog World.

Yes I know it has been like 10 days since I've last blogged. Its been a combination of things. Mainly work, as well as not having anything exciting to talk about. That's why I check out my boy Zed on a daily basis. He could make a simple topic like "bitching employees" sound exciting.

My favorite cousin Smooth came into town, although it wasn't exactly under the best circumstances. A family member on his father's side had died in a car accident, and the funeral was here in Chicago. It really got me to thinking about how life isn't guaranteed, and also how I need to vastly improve my communication with my own family. I talk to Smooth and Tiger just about every day on the emails, but otherwise I may talk to other parts of my fam "maybe" once a month. Maybe. That's terrible. And I keep thinking about the fact that no one truly close to me has died yet, and I'm afraid of how I will take it if that day comes. I know that I would feel sad if I didn't get a chance to have a recent conversation with them. So beginning today, I'm going to call a lot of people in my family to see how they're doing. I'm even going to ask Smooth for our cousin Wimpy's email address, who's stationed in Iraq.

And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming!

Last night, after dropping Smooth and lil brother Todd Mack off at the airport, I decided to run into a grocery store to refill on some liquids because those aforementioned cats drunk up all my kool aid and "orange quarter water" jug! I'm expecting to be in and out in 10 minutes flat, but the cashier decides to try to test the lady right in front of me and not give her the correct change. That lady was like "Excuse me - I gave you a 20. You owe me 10 more dollars!" So then the cashier had to bring the manager over, and they go into the back to count the drawer down. All this going on with the store becoming busier. I was really close to just leaving my shit on the belt and picking it up another day. About 10 minutes later, her and the manager come back and give the lady her 10 dollars. After finally leaving the store, I was ready to go home, watch the Sunday Night Football game, and fall into a nice slumber.

But before I do that, I decide to call Staci first.

Staci, for those who remembered, was a chick that was in my play. A very beautiful girl that has acting aspirations much like myself, and knows a lot of people in the industry. She's ahead of me in the accomplishments, as she just finished being in a movie with the comedian Micheal Blackson. Most of you all remember him from Next Friday when he told Pinky "I can not get Jiggy with this!" in his African accent.

I called her, and she's says "I was just about to call you and see if you wanted to go to this comedy club. Michael Blackson called me and told me he was in town to do this show at Riddles."
At first I was unsure, thinking to myself that I would be missing out on another possible Terrell Owens melt down on the sidelines. But then I would be falling back into that "content now and complain later" stage, so I quickly changed my tune and told her I was down.

The comedy set was nice. A lot of local acts, but clearly Michael Blackson was the star. Afterwards, he came over and gave Staci and hug and she introduced me to him. He seemed very cool.

On the way home, I try to pick Staci's brain about "life". She tells me that she is focused on her acting thing, but she is looking for someone to hang out with, and go from there. After I drop her off at her car, she tells me "You need to quit playing and call me more often."

Yeah, you and a host of others.

Thanks for Reading,

Robert L. Mack

A night in the life of Carlos Beltran

2006-10-20T10:25:00.000-05:00

I quasi-jacked the name of today's post from Organized Noise, only because my subject will be about Carlos Beltran.

Most of you all don't know him.

If you're a sports fan, you've at least heard of the name.

If you're a New York Mets fan, you're probably not too fond of him right now.

Beltran is a Center Fielder for the Mets, and is considered to be one of the best players in baseball today. He is in the mold of Willie Mays or Barry Bonds in his prime, with the perfect combination of power and speed and defense. The Mets believed that he was so much of a great player that they signed him with a contract to the tune of 119 million dollars over 7 years (yep, 17 mil per year). So you would consider him a superstar, and superstars come through in the clutch, right?

Well last night, his team was down 3-1 in the bottom of the ninth. This was the 7th game of the NLCS between the Mets and the St. Louis Cardinals, and most you know that 7th game is the final game of any series, often referred to as the "Do or Die" or "Sudden Death" game. Whoever wins, goes to the Championship Round (known as the World Series), whoever loses, goes home. Beltran was up to bat, but he had two strikes against him. If he gets a single, more than likely 2 runs would score, tying the game. If he cracks a double, 3 runs might score and he wins the game for his team and is a hero.

The pitcher for the Cardinals throws a pitch, and it is thrown right over the plate.

Strike 3.

The game is over, and the Cardinals win the game, and the NLCS.

"Superstar" Beltran never took the bat off of his shoulder. He simply watched the ball sail into the catchers' mitt.

Kids, as well as adults, were seen in the stands crying. I know the feeling. Most of you all heard that my Chicago Cubs were only 5 outs away from going to the World Series in 2003, but a fan named Steve Bartman interfered with a Cubs player who tried to catch a ball going into the stands. This rattled the Cubs pitcher, who lost his composure, and subsequently, the game.
It's ok, right? Beltran can come back next year and have the chance again?
Hold your horses. Many players play for many years and never get a chance. Ernie Banks, known as Mr. Cub, played for 18 years and never played in the playoffs, let alone the World Series. The Cubs have not been to the World Series since 1945. That's 61 years, folks.

So now "Superstar" Beltran is left to ponder "what if" for the entire offseason. Maybe for the rest of his life he never makes it back to the playoffs.

So my point of today's post is, to take a swing. You may never know if that is your only shot. Even if you strike out, at least you took the chance.

I wrote this post for you all, but I think I wrote it more for myself.

Have a good weekend all.

Thanks for Reading,
Robert Mack

It stinks in there, but I'm so hungry....

2006-10-18T10:24:00.000-05:00

Ok, I'm keeping it light on a hump day.

As a lot of you know, I work for a very large computer company. You see their commercials all of the time, especially if you watch the NFL. My company moved into a big, 10-story building in early 2003, a few months before I started working there. We share the building with "The Light Bill folks of Chicago and NE Illinois" (LOL) who owns the building and occupies the top 4 floors. My company did some condensing and moved a lot of people to another floor, leaving the 3rd floor open for the past 6 or so months. On Monday, a new mortgage company moved in and set up shop on the vacant 3rd level.

The reason for telling you all this is because I seen a few ladies coming through the doors, and I liked what I had seen at first glance. So the question is, if I ever attempted to court one of these chicks, would it still be considered an office thing, aka "shitting where you eat"? True, it may be the same building, but my chances of seeing this person on the regular is slim and none unless we purposely made attempts to see one another. Our security doors and badges are different so the chick couldn't just pop up on me. My only chance of coincidently seeing her is if we're in the cafeteria at the same time, which is doubtful considering that I'm one of those types that sits at my computer all day, only getting up once or twice to get a printout or "answering nature".

So If I go after the meal, will it stink later?

Thanks for reading,

Robert Mack

Mustache Dashes, Crashes, and Establishes

2006-10-16T10:23:00.000-05:00

Ok, so hopefully this week will get me back in the blogging spirit. I have the next 2 Fridays off at my 2nd job, which means that I'll be looking to get into some action. I still owe Trizzy a dare of talking to two darker skinned ladies, so I'll attempt to fulfill that over the next 2 weekends. Speaking of dares, TTD dared me to shave my mustache off.

LOL......

I've been enamored with facial hair since I was about 13, the age when some guys get a lil peach fuzz on their chin or the sides of their face or upper lip. At that age I thought that all men had the capabilities of growing mustaches and beards and goatees, but it wasn't until I got into my late teen years that I found out that its all hereditary like everything else with our physical appearance. My boy Lil One is 27 and can barely grow 5 strands on his chin. He still looks like he did when we were in high school.

"You no mustache havin'/with whiskers like a rat compared to Beans you wack" - Nas, to Jay-Z on the song Ether.

Remember the episode of The Cobsy Show when Theo and Cochroach when out on dates and drew in mustaches? Cliff said "I hope it doesn't rain". LOL. That was me. I used to sit in the mirror when I was 14 or 15 and draw facial hair on myself. I used to pray to God that one day I could grow facial hair like my father. I even went as far as taking Tribulus Territris pills because it I read that it boosts your testosterone.

Whether it worked or not, who knows, but I'm pretty much happy with my facial hair. I like to do different things with it, whether it's to go with a pencil thin look and watch it grow back, or go with my most recent look, which is thick along with the soul patch and goatee. I can even grow sideburns if I wished, but doing so causes my face to break out and it took me too damn long to get my face right from bumps.

So to TTD, I won't be shaving the mustache now, however, if you all remember back around April and May of this year when I had to go to court, I said that I shaved all of my facial hair to look young and innocent in front of the judge, and I took a few pics of me in the babyface. So enjoy and laugh at my expense, like Missy did.

With facial hair:

On another note, I wonder if you all can tell in the difference in my face after losing weight. The pic without the hat is from July of 2005, while the pic of me with the hat was from just last weekend.

Without *gasp*

I had more but not only is my phone acting up, but I've been trying to put these pics on Blogger all day, so this is good enough. Yall get the picture, literally.

Thanks for Reading,

Robert Mack

Truth or Dare: Rob Mack Style!

2006-10-09T08:32:00.000-05:00

LAST EDITED ON 10-12 at 11:29 am Central.....

Aiight yall, so I got dragged into this, but it looks like fun, so here goes...

But first, here's a disclaimer that I stole from Trizzy:

How do you play? Well, I'm so glad you asked. You comment on this "Truth or Dare" post with either TRUTH or DARE. I will respond with a question or a dare (in my comments), and then you must post your response on your blog so that I can make sure you actually did it. How about we make the title something along the lines of Truth or Dare?! (Cuz you KNOW I'ma check on ya) THEN, you get to ask me Truth or Dare.
Here are a few suggested guidelines:
~Let's not ask to see pics of each other (completely) naked. The idea is to get to know each other better, not embarrass each other.
~Ask interesting questions
~If you do a dare, it has to be something that can be easily shown by posting a pic online
~Let's not get crazy with the dares :D

Look at the top of this post for the last time I updated to make it easier for all parties involved....

Ok, let's get it started, ohhhhhh!!!!!

My girl Dynasty asked me "Do you just use that shy shit on your blog as a way to get some sympathy and hopefully some cyber coochie?"

LOL......Hmm...well I've always been a shy person, but what you all are witnessing is the evolution, the "breaking out of the shell" if you will, of Mr. Robert Mack. So yeah, when I first started blogging, I probably came across that way, and I was.
Still am, to some degree.
But to get to the crux of the question - my favorite topic - "coochie" as you say. What you read is truly how I am. Besides, I want a chick to want me because of me, not for sympathy. Although sympathy ASS is still ASS all in the same...lol.....If that was my ploy then it hasn't worked, at least I don't +think+ it has worked.

Trizzy dared me today. She said "how about you introduce yourself to 2 new DARK-SKINNED ladies (cuz we know all about your light-skinned affinity). Oh, and in case you didn't know it...you've got to have PICTURE PROOF!! :D"

Hmm, well you would have to let me get back to you on that one. Give me until next Monday to get this one done, ok? how dark does she have to be? ...And wait, I talk to all shades....Remember the chick I met from the club named Ciera? She was darker, agree "1 in the Same"? And then the chick from my play that my lil brother said liked me named Staci was also darker. Can I get a picture of her as an example?

Tenacious wanted to know how many women have I slept with?

Wow....I guess I asked for it huh? And I have to include the one hitter-quitters too huh?

After getting a napkin and tabulating, I'm currently at 24. I actually thought it was a few more. I always said that I didn't want to go higher than my age, so at this point, I'm 3 behind. Here's a interesting stat for you: I've mentioned in the past that I've slowed down on the partners quite considerably since 2003, and the stats back me up. Since the beginning 03, I've only been with 5. I got a story to tell behind why I slowed down, and it all ties into my "Crazy Chick" post that I've been holding on to for a while. I'm still not ready to tell that story, but I will one day, so stay tuned...

Nikki said
here's your truth:
tell us about the scariest moment in your adult life.

To be honest, my adult life has been pretty much drama-free. When I was 20, my mother's husband , who's been a lifetime criminal and has been in jail since 2000, stole some big screen TV's from off the back of a truck and he brought them inside the crib. He and his partners was like "Ok we all get one for ourselves, and then we sell another." They went twice, and I think they had a total of 6. My mom was telling them to quit before they got caught, but greed set in and they went back a third time. When they didn't come back right away, my mom was worried. Then we started seeing all kinds of police cars, marked and unmarked. After about an hour, we knew that he was probably caught, and they would be knocking on our door soon. Around 12 or 1 in the morning, the police were knocking at the door. Moms was like "stay away from the window and don't answer the door." They kept knocking for what seemed like forever. Moms was scared. I was too, because if they come and see those 3 big ass TV's in the living room with my fingerprints on them, I figured they were going to deem me as an accomplice. I had never been to jail, and I seeing that we were in the projects, they were probably going to send my ass to the "county" (aka Cook County Jail).

So the next morning came, and we're trying to figure out how we are going to get rid of these TV's without anyone seeing them. Someone knocked on the door and said that they were from the office. She opened the door and it was the police asking for her husband. After she closed the door, she just said eff it, and opened the door and allowed them to come in. I thought about going in a closet to hide, but didn't want to seem guilty. They questioned me and that was about it. Her husband eventually got off, but a few months later he went to jail again and has been there even since.

Nika Laqui asked
I do want to know the truth though....
Did Missy or Dynasty, let you get it in??...???....

LMAO!!!!! Boy you all are something else, although this is the first time that Missy has being mentioned. You all aren't going to let us live that down huh? *I cannot stop laughing*......If you want to know what happened, read here. That's the best I can give you.

The Mistress asked:
Truth...Have you ever had a threesome? Would you ever participate in one?

Man oh man, that's been a dream of mine for the longest now. I hear that it is overrated, but I want to at least say that I've done it one time In the past, I've had women tell me that they would be down, but I would have to find the other chick. Now how am I supposed to do that? A had a chick that liked me that had a girlfriend, and another time there was this chick that I was effin with and she asked another chick if she was down, and she was. But the "other" chick moved to Florida. So I've been close, yet so far away.

Royce's Daughter said

I Dare you to tell us one Blogger that you'd love to go out on a date with and why.

Hmm, good question. I like this. Dynasty would have been the first, but I guess that's already happened.
.............wow..............You got me here. This is really hard, because I haven't given it a lot of thought...

*Still thinking after 15 minutes......*

Alright, I hope I don't get electronically chin checked for this, but Trizzy seems like a wonderful person. She's funny, inciteful, and very wise beyond her years.

Then If I could give a second person, I would say The Mistress with her crazy self. We could talk about a wide range of subjects, including, *ahem* "gratification and reciprocation" LOL. I leave her blog sometimes just saying "whoa".....

TCas said
Truth... What could a woman do that would make you say that she is The One???

Well, ok, how's this? I come in from a long's days work, she's already home dressed in beautiful lingerie , she has my favorite meal (steak and rice) cooked and ready for me to eat, and afterwards she takes me by the hand into our room and we proceed to have sweat induced sex, and after we're finished and laying there for, oh about 5-10 minutes, she says "baby, lets watch some Sportscenter. Can you believe that they led off with T.O. again?"

That's The One right there.....

But realistically, if she makes me feel like I am #1 in her eyes, and I feel like she makes me a better person, and I have this overwhelming feeling of being proud to be with her, then I would say that she is The One.

My cuz Tiger asked:

I got a truth: If a girl propose to you would you say yes?

Well, I'm a traditionalist. If she asked me, I would probably say no because I want to be the one to ask her. But if she is The One, then I would say Yes. However if she is The One, then I would have asked before she asked me, just my opinion.

SynSational had a TRUTH for me You mentioned that you hope to have what T-Cas and Trish have one day, but are you scared to fall in love again and give your heart to one woman?

I..parts with nothin,

y'all be frontin

Me give my heart to a woman?

Not for nothin, never happen

I'll be forever mackin - Jay Z, Big Pimpin

LOL...just kidding...

Well, to be honest, I don't know if I've ever been in love. I've had love for my exes, but was I "in love"? Hmm...that's debatable. And then too, I'm not sure if my pickiness in women would allow me to find someone to fall "in love" with. But if I find someone that has potential to be The One, then yeah I would love to give my heart to a woman, so I can blog about her a la Uncle Slishy.....

I'm accepting applications......

JoJo D. said...
I got one: Have you ever or would you ever date a White woman?

Hmm...well there was the one time in college, I was a freshman, and so was she. We had English class together. She was one of those white chicks that was into rap and only liked Black guys. She was decent looking, but I wasn't that attracted to her, but she liked me a lot. She had a party for her 18th birthday at a hotel, and she invited me. She wanted me to stay the night, so I knew what she wanted. I told myself that I never had a white girl before, so I might as well see what its all about. The sex was decent, considering I was still pretty green in that area, and I'm laughing now because I remember her saying "Ooh Daddy" a few times...LOL....

What stands out to me is that while I kissed her face, it was very fuzzy like a peach. It had me wondering if all white women were like that......

So that was my only time with the other "persuasion"....

Fast Forward to 2006: I'm not really attracted to white women at all, with the exception of Jessica Simpson. And when I was younger, I liked Tiffany Amber Theisen aka Kelly from the tv show Saved By the Bell. I don't know if it is because I love black women so much, or because my head had been brainwashed by black women who don't like to see us (black men) date them.

Oh and I still have dreams of getting with a Latina as well.

I got a truth for Missy the Negropino: Answer Dynasty's question she posed for you....

If you gave me a truth or dare, and I missed it, bring it to my attention now......Let's have fun folks!!!!!

Thanks for Reading (and participating),

Robert Mack

Flashback Mack: Senior Prom

2006-10-05T11:34:00.000-05:00

Hello All, Sorry to have been away. To be honest, I haven't looked at neither my blog nor anyone else's blog since last Friday. The last I remember, hmm.......Dynasty was worried about someone having the key to her hotel room, Nsane Nika had a job that she hasn't told us about yet, Missy is having car problems, Zed was trying to moisturize his situation, and T-Cas gave a meme that I was thinking about doing......I'm willing to bet a lot has been going on since then, so I have plenty of blog reading to catch up on. I shall be by your blog sometime today.

My life hasn't had anything blog worthy to talk about, so let's go in the time machine.......................................

2007 is right around the corner. Hard to believe its been nearly 10 years since I graduated high school. I was talking to my cousin Smooth yesterday, who graduated high school in 1996. I asked him was he going to his 10 year reunion, and he said probably not, due to the fact that he really didn't have any friends from his high school. Well, seeing that I probably had 0 friends from my high school, I shouldn't go either. Let me explain.

At the start of my senior year, I moved from Chicago to Rockford. Still to this day, it is the one decision that I wish I could have back in my life. In actuality, my life is probably better off for moving, but I still would have liked to have graduated from the school that I started out at. I never made any friends at my new high school. That being said, I'm definitely looking forward to the 10 year reunion that my school will have some time next year.

Why, you ask?

Remember that one episode of Martin where he went to his 10 year reunion and wanted to pay back all of the people that wronged him from back in day ("Pretty Ricky is what they called him...." LOL), well part of me wants to do the same. Not necessarily as payback, but just to see a few people that laughed at my expense due to my gaffe at Senior Prom.

One of the people that I would love to see is Sharon. A beautiful girl who I asked to take to prom. She agreed. Over the next month or so, we talked on the phone a few times, I even tried to set up a date but it never materialized. I seemed to always be the one who would initiate the phone conversation, and every time we talked it was either short or "she was never home". One day to my surprise, I get home and I check the messages.

"Rob, this is Sharon. Give me call when you get a chance"

So of course, I'm on 10, thinking that Sharon is finally coming around on me.
I call her back, trying to make my 17 year old voice sound as cool as I could be, only for her to tell me
"I just wanted to tell you that I don't think we should go to prom together. You're just not my type".

Feelings hurt but trying to still be cool, I say "Ok, that's fine I understand. Who would you be going with then?"

"Terrell".

Now, although I was a baby Mack, I wasn't stupid, and I would see Terrell always at her locker while I was courting her. I even asked Terrell if he was trying to date Sharon, and he vehemently told me no. But what a coincidence that they're going to prom together, right?

Apparently I wasn't thuggish enough for her. I ran into this problem with a few girls that I tried to date back from high school and early on in my 20's. Back in the "trying to find myself" days and part of why "My Inner Me" can be my Enemy at times was because I would try to act a certain way to appease some chick. I would be afraid to show the fact that I was a goofy kid that enjoyed sports and Sega Genesis. That's why I tell my little brother from my father's side, who just turned 13 and is starting to like girls to be himself and never compromise who is he for anyone.

Terrell was a ghetto cat that didn't do much in school. In fact, I'm trying really hard to remember if he was at the graduation. I don't think he was. Sharon already had a baby and I'm willing to bet that she has had a few more. A match made in heaven, huh?

Once word got around that Sharon dumped me, a girl named Tabitha who was a junior told me that she would go to prom with me. I had no attraction to Tabitha at all. But she was a very popular girl with the Seniors and seeing that she could not go unless she went with a senior, she decided to ask me. I really didn't want to go with her. But all of the associates (notice the wording) said that I should take her, so I agreed to be with the "in crowd". Fucking Ridiculous. I'm actually pissed off yall as I type this even though this happened nearly 10 year ago.

At the same time, or maybe a few weeks later, I began to court another girl named Toria. She was quiet, sort of aloof, did not hang with the "in crowd", and she arguably had the best body that an 18 year old girl could possess. Man her ass was *tremendous*.........as a matter of fact, remember my "One that Got Away" story where in the comments section I alluded to a time in high school that I was kinda close to hitting a chick, had her bra off and I believe she started to take her panties off??? I went to my room to get a condom and I came back and she changed her mind because we had just started "talking" and didn't quite know each other? Well I was referring to Toria.

I liked Toria a lot. But, her reputation in school was not favorable. This girl that I consider a quasi friend even said that Toria was trashy. I listened and cooled off on Toria. Fucking Ridiculous, part 2. Toria asked me if we could go to prom, and I told her no because I already said I would go Tabitha. Now conventional wisdom says if I'm feeling Toria, dump Tabitha and have a great time with Toria right? Well, seeing that Sharon dumped me about a month back and I didn't want to do the same to Tabitha, as well as the fact that I would have fell out of favor with the "in crowd" because I shunned the popular chick for a so called "trashy" chick, I decided to go to prom with Tabitha. Fucking Ridiculous, part 3.

Prom day is here, and I'm looking great. Nice white suit, along with navy blue on the inside to match Tabitha's dress. Before I leave my crib, I make sure I have everything - camera, corsage, condoms (hey I wasn't feeling Tabitha like that but I was for all intents and purposes still a virgin and I wasn't turning down no ass) - and I head on to pick up Tab.

At dinner, I'm hanging out with Tab and the "In crowd", which is bunch of fucks that I didn't care too much to be around. These were not my people. Anyways, at the end of the dinner when it's time to pay - here's the point of today's entry - I begin to look for my wallet.

Oh Shit!

All of this primping and preening in front of the mirror and making sure I had everything and my young dumb ass left my wallet at home. I was so embarrassed. I had 5 dollars in my pocket. I told Tabitha about the situation, but luckily she had some money with her. After dinner, I immediately went home, retrieved my wallet, and gave Tab her money back. But, at the prom, the "in-crowd" began to tell everyone that I came to dinner with no money and made Tab pay for everything, and I tried to put out the flames by telling people one by one that I paid her back immediately, but soon it began to turn into urban legend and it quickly got around the entire school. That following Monday, I got back to school and I was the joke of the school. People were hooting and hollering at me, calling me "5 bucks". Even teachers heard about it. I wanted to crawl up in a corner and never be seen again. Fortunately, graduation was just a few weeks away so I didn't have to worry about this for too much longer.

So to recap:

* I was dumped.
* I went to prom with a chick that I had NO attraction to.
*I could've went with a chick that I liked and I could have probably hit, but I wanted to be with the "In Crowd".
* The same "In Crowd" that told everyone that I had no money and made my date pay.

So you all don't think I don't have a 10 year chip on my shoulder and I'm eager to see what these people are doing?

Think Again.

Thanks for Reading,

Robert Mack

Aww Snap, Do I Got The Power?

2006-09-28T11:30:00.000-05:00

First of all, thanks to all that came by to comment about "The Baby Makes Three" story........What will I do? Honestly, the Mack in me says bang the preg puss out, but Rob (My Inner Me) says keep it trucking. I'm sure I'll revisit this in the future.

But here's my thought for the day.

I definitely need the fellas input because I think that this may be a male issue.

Ladies, if this is something that is not gender specific, please by all means, feel free to comment. Hell, comment anyways!

At what age do you realize that you have the power? In the sense of talking to women, and having a way with the opposite sex? I'm asking because it's finally starting to hit me at the prime age of 27.333333333333 (lol)......

They say an athlete begins his prime around 25 to 29. If you look at your favorite baseball, basketball, and football players of today, most of them fall in this age bracket, and statistically their numbers will coincide. MJ was 28 when he won his first championship in 1991. Kobe Bryant was 27 during this past season, in which had his highest points per game average of his career. Allen Iverson had just turned 26 when he led the Sixers to the NBA Finals in 2001. Alex Rodriguez of the NY Yankees was 25 when he signed his 10 year/250 mil contract in 2000 with the Texas Rangers. Ray Lewis of the B-More Ravens was 25 when he won his first NFL Defensive Player of the Year award in 2000 , and Brian Urlacher of my Chicago Bears was 27 when he won the same award last year.

Can this logic also be applied when it comes to talking and dealing with women? After a few years of being in the "game" and making mistakes, learning from them and maturing, does a man figure out what he's capable of and applying it with fervor when he's on the "playing field"? Like any good ball player, I knew that I had it in me (started noticing at 15), at least that's what I would always tell myself. Instead of studying and breaking down game tape, I studied movies and watched my favorite actors and try to listen with a keen ear to what women like. Now of course, I'm not perfect and will fuck up from time to time (more times than not, lol), but that's no different than your favorite superstar player missing a shot at the buzzer or fumbling the football at the goal line.

In the past, I've been afraid to step to the plate for fear of striking out, but when I think about it, I hardly ever strike out. I may ground out (she's spoken for), may only get a single (her number), or a double (date), or a triple (affection, kissing), or I may even hit a home run (obvious, LOL). But the overall success rate is quite well.

Back to the question: Fellas, is this something that you realize from within at an early age (teens, early 20's) , or something you recognize in your later 20's, or maybe some of you all never realize it at all...........

My next at-bat is coming up. I'm in my prime. I'm going to enjoy this.

Thanks for Reading,

Robert Mack

And Baby Makes Three?.........The Rob Mack Edition

2006-09-26T09:43:00.000-05:00

What up yall, Sorry to have been away. But I'm back - well sort of. I'm still going thru writers' block, but an interesting scenario surfaced last night while on the phone with a lady friend that I've been talking to for a few weeks.

*I got today's title from a story that The Serial Dater once told*

As you begin to talk to a new person, you go through the initial stage of talking about quirks, likes, dislikes, wants, needs, and what-nots. This is the stage that me and Tia are still in. I talked to her on Friday night, and she said that she was really thinking of going to the Museum of Science and Industry on Saturday morning. I told her that I would be game, seeing as though I'm literally 5 minutes from the museum (A while back I remember telling Zed that I'm ashamed of myself for living so close to it yet I've only been once in the 5 years I've been living in South Shore).

Saturday came and I didn't get a call from Tia. Which was fine because I was up until 3 that morning watching Katt Williams' stand up act (it was funny but I fell asleep).

I talked to Tia last night, and as I stated earlier we're still in the "feeling each other out" stage. She tells me that she didn't do much this weekend except sleep. After talking to her for an hour, I guess she felt that she has enough trust in me to inform me that she just found out that she was pregnant over the weekend.

Now before anyone even thinks about it, it ain't mine. LOL. We haven't even went out yet, its been purely "conversing" on the phone.

She says that she is unsure what to do, because she sees no future with the seed giver (aka the baby daddy). She said she was pregnant once before but she had a miscarriage, but she is not ready for any kids yet. Then again, who is right?

So here's my quandary: Say she keeps the kid, should I go ahead and end any possible dating with her and just remain her friend? Seeing that I'm childless and I didn't have fun in making this baby with her, why would I want to take on that responsibility? Run away, young man, run away.................

Or if I'm really feeling her and I'm willing to accept the situation, do I stay around and see what happens?

Or do I go the Serial Dater route and mess around with her a few times seeing that she's already preggers? Hey, I hear that pregnant pussy is the best..........LOL...............That's what I hear......................................

I think most of you all that have read me for a while know which way I am leaning, but I just wanted opinions from my peoples.

Thanks for Reading,

Robert Mack

Killer May-bees are Buzzing......

2006-09-22T10:13:00.000-05:00

I've been wracking my brain to think of something to talk about. Sometimes when you are away from a computer, you think of so many things that you would love to translate into a blog entry. Then when the time comes, you think "meh, never mind."

Here are the things I've thought about writing this week:

Maybe I could write about my man crush on Lupe Fiasco, and that I'm so happy to see that our city isn't the only one that's feeling him like crazy. And to my surprise, I've been to a couple of ladies' blogs and see them giving props to the L.U.P. Emperor.

Maybe after reading Chele's blog about her kids trying to be slick, maybe I could write about the time I was 18 and in the boondocks with this chick and I drained my car battery down and my father had to come out at 1 in the morning to give me a jump. I gave my father some cockamamie excuse like he didn't know what was going on....

Maybe seeing that after I ruffled a few of my favorite "experienced" lady bloggers' feathers, maybe I could write about the time I caught feelings for this older lady. Well older in the sense that I was 23 and she was 30.

But I got to my computer and decided not to write about anything.

Maybe I just don't feel like blogging this week. Sorry folks, most of you know I'm a moody Gemini. I'm not having a bad week, I'm just not in the blogging mood. Don't act like you don't go through it either.

But as always.............

Thanks for Reading,

Robert Mack

The Weekend that WASN'T, September Edition

2006-09-19T10:43:00.000-05:00

Although the title says otherwise, I had a nice weekend. It didn't go as planned, but still..........

Friday night came and went. Enjoyed the night off from the second job. Played phone tag with Tenacious.

Saturday came, I called Tenacious again. No answer. I leave a message informing her that I was going to see her before she left.

I'm not the best forecaster/predicter.

I went to the picnic that I mentioned previously. Nothing really to talk about, except an interesting scenario: As soon as I make it to the picnic, I'm greeted by two chicks at the same time. One hugs me on the left, the other on the right. Both of these women know me quite well. In fact, I received a lil "education" from both, probably just a week or two apart from each other. It happened a while back, and I thought about writing about it, but didn't until now. It was even more funny because there was a lot of people at this picnic and everybody saw me coming, and it was like "All Eyes on Me" as these ladies jumped on me. I laughed in my head the whole time. I'm sure that neither chick knows about each other. Or do they?????????????

The Magic Bloggers Who can make themselves disappear....

After the picnic, I make a few calls. I talked to my boy 1 in the Same on Friday, and he said that he was down for coming into the city for another Saturday night club session. So I called him earlier in the day, but no answer. I called again after the picnic, but no answer again. I left him a message, telling him that I hope he was up in something. LOL....
Still haven't got a call back from the *african*. And for that matter, I never heard back from Tenacious either.
Hmm, did they conspire and kick it without me? I'm not saying, but I'm sayin.........LOL....I'm kidding, all. Or am I ?????????

Just Like Old Times?

Last night, around 1 in the morning after tossing and turning a few times, I looked at my phone to see that I have a text message from chick named Shamika. The message says "Can I get some sex for my birthday?" Now at the time, I was half asleep and thought I could have been dreaming, so I laughed and turned back over and went to sleep. But I looked at my phone this morning and It was definitely not a dream.
Let's go back in time: Shamika was a chick that I dated when I was 19 and living in Rockford. At the time, she was 26. I ain't gonna lie, I thought I was the shit! Here I am, this kid just a year removed from high school, and I'm kickin it with this older chick who has her own house. I felt like Q from Juice, LOL...
About a year later, I moved back to Chicago abruptly. At the time, I didn't want to have anything to do with anyone from Rockford, any including family and friends from there. It was wrong, but blame it on youth. About a year ago, I get a call on my house phone, surprisingly from Shamika. I call her back, and she tells me that she found my number on the internet (Dammit I thought I went thru all the measures to have it taken off. Oh well..). So we talk about old times, and I inform her that I would be up that way for Thanksgiving, and If I had time I would come thru. So after being with the fam on Turkey Day, I made that special trip to her crib. I get there, and the house looks the same as before, but unfortunately I couldn't say the same for Shamika. Father Time has not been nice to her. Her 26 year old thickness has turned into 33 turning on 34 year old fat. What happened? And she looked old. Now I know a lot of 33 and 34 year old women that can pass for 25 year olds easy, but I can't say that about her. Or maybe I caught her on a bad day. But anyway, I'm over there hanging out and she's staring at me constantly. She was thinking about old times, and I was thinking about "the time" as in time to go. But every now and then, she'll send me text messages asking when I'm coming back that way, and I guess she took the messages to another level last night. One level that I'm not going to, or at least going back to. But I guess its a lil flattering that a chick that I haven't been with for 7 years still has the hots for the boy.

Thanks for Reading,

Robert Mack

Why am I loving life right about now?

2006-09-14T10:14:00.000-05:00

As I was getting dressed this morning, I look in the mirror thinking "Damn, life is really good."

Why did I come to this conclusion?

Could it be because I'm down to 213.4 lbs?

Maybe.

Could it be because this chick last night at my second job told me that being around me makes her wet?

Conceivably. We were sitting in my ride on break, just talking about nothing in general, and she randomly comes out and says "damn I can't be around you because you make me wet.."

Talk about making me blush, and saying "Woooowwww" a la Flav......

I then say "But I'm not doing anything."

She says "I know. It's just you."

Unfortunately (for her), I've left the work escapades alone. It would sure be nice to play thru her hair that flows down to the middle of her back (another chick with Dominican in her), but until I quit working there in a few months It'll just have to be mindless flirting. Trust, its hard too. Remember the opening scene in Boomerang when Eddie Murphy came to work and every woman said hello and smiled and batted their eyes? That's how I feel sometimes going to my second job.

Could it be for anticipation of this weekend?

Perhaps. I'm off from the second job on Friday night, which means I essentially have a 4 day weekend (I don't consider my first job "work", lol) . I've been invited to a few parties and get togethers over the weekend, and I'm hoping to have as good of a weekend that I had at the "party" in T-Cas's Blogger Real World. Could life imitate art?

We'll see........1 in the Same, holla at me. LOL.

Could it be because I'm "Me", becoming more and more comfortable in my skin?

I think that might be it.

Thanks for Reading,
Robert Mack

The MACK and the DONKEY

2006-09-11T21:12:00.000-05:00

Ok, now this is what weekends are supposed to be made of.

Attention folks, your boy has got a new partna in crime.

He's that bloggin' cat known as 1 in the same aka "Me and My Donkey".

I put an APB (All points Bulletin) out for him last week, and he responded. He's from up north, close to the Illinois/Wisconsin state line, so coming to the city is an event for him. We made plans to hit up a clubbin spot, except as most of yall know I ain't a clubber. But he made a special trip, so I didn't want to disappoint. I've been wanting to hit up the Funky Budhha Lounge for a while now, but access has been denied twice for getting there too late. I've been to this spot at 12:30 once and 11:45 before, Why in the hell is this place always packed with lines nearly a block long? So this time, I made sure to get there early, at least that was the plan.

I was enjoying my Saturday afternoon as usual, but I knew I had things to do before I set off for the night. But here I am sitting in front of the boob tube, not paying attention to the time, until it finally hit me: It's 8:00...why am I still sittin around knowing I needed to run up to the mall as well as get a haircut? So I made mad dash to the mall, and back to the crib, and I even managed to feed my face.....but now its getting later, like 930 and I still need to get a fade. Normally, a lining (Or edge up as some of yall may call it) would have sufficed but It had been a few weeks and I needed to go out looking fresh to death, so I had to get the fade and shave. After not being happy with the results (I learned how to cut hair when I was 16 and I'm my worst critic), I kept making revisions to my head until it was right, or right as it was gonna be. Finally, at 1045, I'm ready to set foot out the door.

(Oh yeah, some time between chillin and getting ready for the club I get a call from Divine Lavender, who was supposed to also be down. But she had to decline, because , well, if you've ever been by her blog, you'll understand why. LOL. I understood.)

Of course, since I'm in a rush, traffic happens to find me. Every time I thought of a shortcut, it made my situation worse. That's what I get for trying to be too smart. On top of that, I had to go to an ATM as well. You would have thought that I would have got some money while I was out earlier, right? After sitting on the Dan Ryan for much longer than I expected (why do they do construction on a Saturday night), I finally reached my exit. I got some cash and headed to the spot. I'm pissed because its 11:30 and I'm expecting a crazy line and 1 in the same said he's already in the club waiting on me.

To my surprise, it was not that bad. Only 3 or 4 people in front of me. I'm finally going to get up in here! I get in, look around for my boy 1, see him, and exchange pounds and handshakes. Usually, I'm the tallest cat in my circle, but I met 1 and I think I was looking up to him. He's probably a legit 6'3, and I stand about 6'2, maybe 6'3 if I have on Timbs. But back to the club. The place is jumpin ! I see why people like it here. The music was on point, definitely with an East Coast bias to it (the way I like it), but the DJ mixed in some West Coast, Down South, and even managed to get a Lupe song in. It was a melting pot of races in this small but quaint spot, but my eyes were on the sistas. I saw this one chick, and I told myself that I was going to talk to her. I struck gold because homegirl was very friendly. More proof that when I just do something instead of over thinking, I come out just fine. As I'm politickin with Ciera, 1 comes over and I introduce her and her friend to him. Ciera was in the mood to dance but you know I'm a same ol 2 step type of cat. So she grabs 1 and takes him to the dance floor. One problem: 1 came with a lady friend (as he said, he brought sand to the beach, lol). His boy that came with him informed 1 that his lady friend looked a lil funny after seeing him on the dance floor with Ciera, but 1 was having fun. He'll worry about the details later. After getting another drink, I get the courage to get out there myself and do the do. I see where Ciera and 1 are, and proceed to jump in. 1 gives me this look and points like "its all yours, handle that!" So I start dancing with Ciera as 1 fades into the background. At the same time, I saw this other chick that I wanted to get at too. Damn, maybe I should dance with Ciera and give the other chick the "eye". That's ok, I put my focus on the chick at hand and I'll probably see the other one later on in the night. I danced with Ciera for a few more songs and I went off to take a break and check up on 1.

As I'm chilling out, viewing the dance floor from the outside, this nice looking, but not overly-fine chick named Ashanti comes up to me and is looking at me smiling. I'm saying my hello's and such, and she tells me that she had to come over to check me out. So I do a spin, and ask her what does she think? LOL.....
We talk for a few minutes, and then she brings her girls over to introduce me to them. DAMN, wouldn't you know it, her friend is the other chick I was eyeing while I was with Ciera. So any chance of me talking to that chick is out the window now that I've been talking to Ashanti. Oh well....

Before the night was out, I made sure I ran into Ciera again so that I could get her number. Mission accomplished. I heard that the chicks that go to the funky Buddha are much more friendlier than at other clubs, and I must agree. Then again, most chicks that I talk to are friendly with me. I just needed to believe in myself.

After the club, 1 and his boy drop off their lady friends at their car and the 3 of us head to a breakfast spot to eat. 1 enjoyed himself quite much, as he goes "So what are we doing next weekend?" LOL. That's what I'm talking about. I'm sure next time he will come sans the sands......

A funny thing happened to me on Sunday too. It was the first football Sunday of the year, and I headed out to get a pizza. As I get there, I see 3 ghetto chicks talking. One of them asks me for a cigarette. I politely inform her I don't smoke. Then as I get my pizza, one of them asks "Ooh can I have a slice?" I said sure, then another chick asked for a piece. Of course me, being the flirt I am, says "Well you all are going to have to come by the crib to get this." The first chick was like "We need to know where you live for that." I was joking, but I think they were serious. Unfortunately, the best looking one out of those 3 was kinda suspect looking. Meaning I wasn't sure if she was a man or a lady, and I didn't have time to decipher for an adam's apple or deep voice , as it was 3:10 and the Bears game started in 5 mins. As I"m leaving the parking lot, I drive by the window and I saw all 3 of them waving to me.

Now see I should have been doing this all summer. What the hell was I doing?

To my new boy 1 in the same, lets do "more of the same" next weekend..next drink is on me........And blog more, man!

Oh shit, I'm starting to get something in me. Something I've never felt before. Its called swagger. Ladies, beware.

Oh, and I can't forget this: I keep thinking that I won't do any "acting" this year, and "jobs" keep coming. Unknowingly, I was cast in T-Cas's version of The Blogger Real World, and so far it is an act of brilliance (and not because I'm in it, lol). I'm eager to see who's going to get in the shower with who. Check it out, as it is a must read.

Thanks for Reading,

Robert Mack

One Who Got Away......

2006-09-08T11:46:00.000-05:00

In an effort to get on my schedule of blogging on Mondays Wednesdays and Fridays, I really thought hard yesterday about what I would talk about today. My life currently hasn't had any front page news. And I'm not messin' with that 100 Q and A meme! So, this is great time for a flashback story, right?

Hmm, should I tell the married chick story? Never mind, I talked about that when I first started blogging.

What about my first girlfriend? Never mind, that was well chronicled back in June.......

Ooh Ooh, what about the crazy chick who said I got her pregnant back in 2002? LOL!!!! Naw, that's a story I've been sitting on for a while, and I'll continue to sit on that one. But I promise I will tell that story one of these days....

Ok, well what about the chick that lived in your building and you were oh so close to hittin'....................?

Ding! Ding! Ding!

About 3 years ago, this new chick moved into my building. Nice and petite, just how I like them. To pursue her would mean going against the rules of dating, which is never to date anyone that lives in your apartment building. But she was so beautiful that I had to make an exception here. At least that's the excuse I went with at the time.
Anytime I would see Sherice, I would always say hi, trying to show as much teeth as possible. I never saw her with a man, but always with her 2 little daughters ages 7 and 1. So one day, I came out of the crib and I saw her in distress. Cue the music, Rob Mack is to the rescue!!!!!!!!

Sherice: Hey, do you know who's car this is?

Me: I've seen the person, but I don't know them or where they live.

Sherice: Well they blocked my car in, and I don't know where to find this person. Can you do me a favor? I'm going to go try to find someone, can you just stay here and watch my kids for a minute?

Me: Sure
(Thinking back now, its pretty amazing that she thought I was safe enough to watch her kids for a minute, but I guess she felt I was cool. And I am of course, Rob loves the kids!)

So I'm sitting there babysittin' lol, asking the 7 year old and her cousin "kid things", like cartoons and school and what nots, and about 10 minutes later Sherice comes out.

Sherice: I found the person, thank you so much.

Me: Oh it was my pleasure. I love the kids. Hey, I would love to take you out sometime. Let me get your number and we can talk later.

Sherice: Well I don't give my number out, and I just moved up here from Mississippi by myself. But I'll take your number.

Me: Ok that's fine.
(Not a victory but she did take my number.)
You moved from MS huh? Do you have any family up here?

Sherice: No not really

Me: Well, look, if you need anything, just knock on my door anytime. I'm at apt 1306. (Subliminally, I'm offering myself. LOL)

Sherice: I'll keep that in mind.

So off her and the kids go. "Just give me a chance", I thought to myself.

A few weeks later, I see her and the kids, with the baby in a stroller. I was off to a wedding but seeing her delayed my travels.

Me: What's going on Sherice?

Sherice: I'm taking my kids for a walk. I'm actually about to go to the grocery store
(Grocery store is nearly a mile away)

Me: Why aren't you driving up there?

Sherice: My car is in the shop. They stole the headlights.

Me: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Well come on, I'll take you up there. (Again, cue the music, Its ME to the rescue!!!)

Sherice: No that's ok.

Me: Come on, I insist (smile is constructed perfectly at this point)

So she agrees, and I drive her to the store. As I drop her off, I put in another bid. "If you need me for anything, just call me".......

On a lonely Saturday night about 2 months later, I get a knock at my door. Its like 1030 at night. Who the heck is this? No one comes to my crib unannounced. "Who is it?", I yell, trying to sound mean.....

"It's Sherice"

Oh shit, what a surprise. And the crib is a mess!
I open the door. "What's going on?"

Sherice: I need a big favor. I'm locked out of my apt, and my brother (who was visiting) has my keys and I don't know where he is. Can I come in for a little while until I get in contact with him?

Me: Oh sure

Sherice: Ok, let me get my kids

So as she darts off to retrieve the little ones, I'm trying to set The Guinness Book world record for cleaning up a spot. I think I threw everything in the closet. LOL.
She came back about 5 mins later, this time with the kids in tow. I'm trying to find something for them to watch, while I entertain mommy. Nickelodeon sure comes in handy.
Ahh, I'm finally getting a chance to rap a taste (LOL remember Martin used to say that) with Sherice, and she informs me that she moved from Mississippi to be with the kids' father (the baby daddy). He is from Chicago but he would trek back and forth between Chi and MS. To be closer to him, she decided to move up here. But he got caught up in a murder and has been locked up for the last year. So she's up here with no family, just his. I felt bad. Another quiet, lovely country bumpkin falling in love with a thug. She could have done better. But oh well.......

After an hour and a half of talking, its becoming quite late. She still hasn't reached base with her brother. The kids are falling asleep. Time to go into Mack Mode, Rob......

Rob: Well its getting late, and your babies are falling asleep. The kids can stay on my couch, and I could make a pallet for you in the living room next to them.

Sherice: Ok, that's fine.

So after I make the pallet for her, I come up with a BS excuse to lay next to her.

Me: Well I'm going to lay out here with you just in case someone comes to the door or your phone rings and you don't hear it.

She agreed. Wait I know that shit didn't work, did it?
So I'm laying next to her, but I'm far away. I didn't want any parts of my body to "accidentally" touch hers, making it uncomfortable for her.

Sherice: Why are laying so far away?

Me: Well, I didn't want you to think I was trying anything.

Sherice: No, its ok. You can come closer. It's been a really long time since I've been held by a man.

"Rob, You've done it again!!!"

So I lay next to her, holding her, and I sat there for about 5 minutes debating if I would make the "move", then I said "what the fuck, I may not ever be in this position again", so I start to kiss her neck. She's feeling it, man......
She begins to rub my head. She turns around and we start to kiss passionately. I'm harder than a MF at this point.....I take her shirt, work the bra off, and begin to work my tongue on those small but still lovely breasts of hers. I go down even further, proceeding to take a trip downtown. So as I'm "driving" thru the scenery, she's moaning louder. Remember, her kids were sleep on the couch. As a matter of fact, the 1 year old wakes up, and sleep walks over to where we were. She layed down next to mommy and quickly fell asleep again.

Let's go in my room, I tell her. She agrees, then she tells me "Damn you really know what you're doing, huh?" (See Nsane, you asked about what #43 meant)...
I smile to myself, always cheesin over any compliments from a females. We then go into my room to finish what we started. I go to my top drawer to get a condom. I quickly slide it on, and get back on the bed.

"I can't believe I'm doing this", she says
"I can't believe it either", I'm thinking in my head.
She says it again "I can't believe I'm doing this."

So I kid you all not, as soon as I was about to penetrate, she stops me.
I don't think you all understand.
This is how close I was: The tip was touching her lips, ok? That's how close it was.

"I can't do this. We have to stop. He's the only person I've ever been with, and I feel like I'm cheating."

DAYUM.

Double DAYUM.

"That's ok, I understand" I say.
Even though dude was going to be locked up for a long time (he says he didn't do it, hmm...) she felt the need to be loyal. I guess...............

So after the near hit, we laid back down in the living room. She stayed the whole night.

Morning comes, and I'm on some Love Jones shit right, trying to wake up early and make some breakfast for her and the kids. I'm literally LMAO as I write this now when I think about that. She finally gets in contact with her brother, and after breakfast her and the kids head home.

We did talk a few times after that night, I even went down to her apt. to kick it. I wanted to finish what I started so bad. One day she confessed that she thought about me on plenty of nights, but didn't want to call because she felt a need to loyal to ol' boy.

A few months later, I see her in the lobby and she informs me that she will be moving out to San Diego within a week. I saw her one more time, as she was moving..........

Every time I think about her, I always snap my fingers in that "damn I that close" kind of way.....

I know I'm not the only one this has happened to.

Thanks for Reading,

Robert Mack

Fact or Fiction: The Summer of 2006

2006-09-06T11:06:00.000-05:00

That's a wrap for the summer of 06.

It was a period of peaks and valleys, so to sum it up, I'm going to talk about some of events that I forecasted for the summer, and how those said events actually occurred. For my ESPN Sportscenter heads, you know that they run a segment sometimes called Fact of Fiction, where they predict what could happen, and the analyst will either say fact or fiction and why. So you can think of this in a way as Rob Mack's Fact and Fiction of the Summer of 2006.

1. I'm going to quit my 2nd job at the start of the summer.
I'm still there.

1b. I'm going to quit my 2nd job by the end of the summer.
I'm still there. I love the extra money coming in, but I know that the longer I work the 2nd job, the longer I wil delay my real dream. So as of now, I will work the 2nd job until the end of 2006.

2. I will not be doing any acting this year.
Somehow, I found time to do a play. 2, actually. If I figure it out, I might be able to post a few minutes of it on here.

3. Me and Gina are will kick it hard, possibly becoming a couple.
LOL!!!!!!. Not even close. 30 day period is something else. We started seeing each other in Mid-May, by Mid-June it fell off. We went to the movies sometime in July, but that's been it. Maybe down the line that road will be crossed again, but as of now she's in the rear view mirror plenty of miles back. But for the record, we're still cool.

4. Me and Chappelle #2 end our "relationship"
FACT. I thought she would always be someone I could call on during those lonely nights, but I knew she would eventually get tired of that. I believe she even has a boyfriend now. She told me a while back that it "felt good when I'm approached and treated like I'm worth pursuing and worth spending time on and worth putting in some effort".
I understood completely. Lesson Learned.

5. I wouldn't see my first girlfriend again.
She came to my play, and we had a long talk after the play, explaining why she hasn't spoken to me in the past year. I even made a 3 part blog entry about our situation, including the "first time" and getting busted by my great aunt. LOL. The 3 part blog was the hardest thing I've had to write to date. I guess because it came straight from the heart.

6. I wouldn't see my most recent ex again.
I called her out of the blue to see the movie The Lake House, which I was in. We started to see each other again for a couple of weeks, but after she came back from Kentucky we stopped talking. I figured it was because she didn't want to get hurt again, and I didn't want to be in that position, so I left it alone. I did talk to her recently. She works in a condo downtown where a lot of rich folks stay. In fact, some Chicago Bulls player that I can't name (LOL) has a crush on her. I told her to go for it. I need some tickets.

7. The only male blogs I'll ever check out on the regular are Zed, Slish, Venom, and Serial Dater.
LOL. I opened my eyes up and checked out T-Cas, now he one's my favorites. Also Charles, 1 in the same, Atl Mack, and The Brothers Man Law, and Organized Noise. Others too but I can't remember them all at this point.

8. I'm going to become a party animal, with chicks running rampant thru the South Shore pad, banging left and right.
LOL. Next!
Seriously though, I did think I was going to go out more. But working 2 jobs drained my energy. I should have invested in a Red Bull or two. The only chick I would even say I met over the whole summer is Ms Stepper. I still talk to her. But, like Zed said, she's a strobe-lite honey. LOL. What ever happened to The Mack-O-Meter?

9. 230 pounds? No, not me!
Yes, I was clocked at 229.8. I finally said enough was enough, and started my campaign to lose weight aka The Blogger Fit Club. The goal is to get down to 200 by January 1, 2007, and at last glance I've lost 14 pounds since August 7. At this rate, I might reach my goal by the end of September.

10. Chances of meeting any bloggers would be slim and none. I'm not really interested in all of that.
I met Nsane, I was in the same building as Knockout Zed (*african* snuck out the back door, LOL), and I met Dynasty, Missy, and Skinny G. I plan on meeting more of yall in the future. NYC is sounding really good...Big Bruh Slish could take me to that gentleman's club..LOL..Phoenix can show me the Huaraches......I'm hoping to see Nsane and JoJo D when I go down to Dallas next month.

11. Boston? By Myself? Yeah ok........
The highlight of my summer, easily. Dynasty was a wonderful host, and Missy really made me open up with her enthusiasm. If you ever come to Chicago, the first Long Isl Ice Tea is on me baby, LOL.

Predictions for the remainder of the year

* I will get down to 200 lbs.
* I will quit 2nd job
* I will do a all-out questionnaire blog (where you ask me anything) some time before the year is out.
* I will meet more bloggers, hopefully more of the Chicago Contingent...(APB out for 1 in the Same, where you at? LOL)
* I will meet more ladies
* I will apply for a better 1st job (yes, I love it here but I think I can do better)
* I will become a better man, continuing the evolution and of Robert Mack.

Here's to the rest of 06.

Thanks for Reading,
Robert Mack

Blogger Fit Club and a long Meme.....

2006-09-01T12:42:00.000-05:00

When I came back from my trip to Boston, I'd figured that I had gained a few pounds as I had eaten pretty good. I was going to mention that I would be taking a week off from the Fit Club and recharge the weight loss battery after Labor Day. But I got on the scale and saw that I was down to 215.8, which surprised me very much. So that's a grand total of
14 pounds that I have lost since August 7th. I'm almost halfway to my goal of trimming down to 200! Where has the 14 pounds been burned from? Well, I can tell in my gut. Dynasty, and a few others have told me that they can see it in my face, which I can't tell...but this one chick asked me if I was losing weight, and she didn't even know I was, so it must be working.....

So why am I trying to lose this weight?

As some of you know, I have acting/modeling aspirations. I have been in a few movies as an extra, meaning if you pause it at a certain point you'll see my bean head, LOL. The most recent movie I was in was The Lake House. You see me walking by Sandra Bullock as she is running into a Chicago bar. I need to get down to a slim trim, and 200 is a perfect weight for my height. I could even dip down into the 190's if I pleased. Remember, for many years that Michael Jordan played at 198 lbs on his 6'6 frame. So after I get down to 200, then I will begin to get "cut", as in working out. My lil step brother, Frosty, will be moving in with me for a couple of months while he finishes out his final semester in college, and he's an athletic dude that stays in shape, so I guess he'll be my training partner.

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Ok, to be honest, I'm still a lil zoned out from being in Boston last weekend, so I don't have much to talk about. LOL. This is the final weekend of the summer (unofficially), so I'm hoping to go out with a bang.....In the meantime, I jacked this meme from Organized Noise, a fellow Gemini. I never checked out his page before, but I saw that he was born on 5/28/78, and I was born 5/27/79. I like him already. LOL............

1. How tall are you barefoot?

6 feet 2 inches

2. Have you ever flown first-class?

Nope, I hate flying anyways

3. One of your favorite books when you were a child?

Judy Blume book, the one where the boy had freckles on his face and didn't like it. I can't remember the name. Freckle Juice, maybe?

4. A good restaurant in your city?

I love Leona's

5. What is your favorite small appliance?

Hmm...probably a hair tweezer

6. One person that never fails to make you laugh?

Tom and Jerry. I still watch those cartoons like they're new. As far as a living person, probably my cuz Smooth

7. Whats your favorite Christmas song?

This Christmas....who made that, Donny Hathaway?

8. What was the first music that you ever bought?

I remember going to the mall and buying the single "That's the way love goes" by Janet Jackson, that was 8th grade.

9. Do you do push-ups?

No, but It will be a part of my workout real soon.

10. What was one of your favorite games as a child?

Softball or Piggy (played with a softball and bat)

11.What is the one thing that you cook that always receives compliments?

I don't cook but people love my Kool-Aid, I make the perfect mix..

12. When you were twelve years old, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I still wanted to play baseball.

13. Your favorite Soup of the Day?

Chicken w/rice

14. What in your life are you most grateful for?

I'm still living, and I still feel like my dreams can be fulfilled...

15. Have you ever met someone famous?

Jesse Jackson. My family is real close with them. My aunt, Smooth's mom, used to baby sit their kids.

16. Date Of Birth?

May 27, 1979

17. Top 3 thoughts at this exact moment:

1. I still can't believe I went to Boston
2. Can I do this post and get my work done by 4:30 pm today (3 hours fron now?)
3. What will I do this weekend?

18. Three people you're thinking about right now:

1. She knows who she is
2. Nsane. She just emailed me
3. Smooth. I'm trying to get them to hook up (not like that) cuz he's in Dallas and so is she now...

19. Name five drinks you regularly drink:
BEFORE THE DIET:
Orange Drink (think Hi-c), sprite/7up/sierra mist, orange pop, fruit punch pop, root beer.
NOW:
Water,Water,Water,Water, Orange Drink.....every now and then maybe a sprite

20. From what news source do you receive the bulk of your news?

Chicago Sun times

21. Current hair?

Low fade. Always.

22. Current worry?

Will I make those moves I want in 2007?

23. Current hate?

Hmm....I hate myself sometimes when I think too much orover-analyzee a situation...

24. Favorite place to be?

Chicago. Or Dallas. Or Boston. LOL, ok let me stop....

25. Least favorite place to be?

Behind a police car.

26. Do you consider yourself well organized?

HA! Try again.....

27. Do you believe in a afterlife?

I waver back and forth with it....

28. Where do you think you will be in 10 Yrs?

I don't know, but I'll be 37, and I hope to be married for about 5-7 years, with a shorty or two, andsuccessfull at either acting or sports broadcasting...

29. Do you burn or tan?
Neither...too chocolate for that

30. Who was the last blogger you hung out with?

Hmm.....if you don't know just read my last entry....lol.....

31. Are you more optimistic or pessimistic about the future?

Definitely Optimistic

32. Last time you had an alcoholic drink?

LOL....In Boston at that "alternative" party...lol...Lemonade spiked with vodka

33. What songs do you sing in the shower?

random lines from any Lupe Fiasco song

34. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a kid?

Jason Voorhies or Micheal Myers.....yet I watched their movies all of the time

35. Whats in your pockets right now?

Brush, change and 10 dollars. My dumb ass left my wallet at home :(
Now watch I get stopped by one of these suburban (white with nothing to do) cops......

36. Last thing that made you laugh?

Reading you all's comments about my trip. I was in tears, for real..LOL

37. Best bed sheets you had as a child?

The ones that had the solar system..moon, stars and what nots...

38. Worst injury youve ever had?

A really bad toothache...but I've strained ligaments in my ankle one time...swelled up crazy

39. Favorite song?

This is hard, really...right now I love "Failure" by Lupe Fiasco

40. How many TVs do you own?

2.....32 inch in my L'room. I bought it used 6 years ago. My girlfriend at the time was mad because I bought it instead of a new one, but guess who's still here and who's not. LOL. That's mean, but I'm sayin...
The other is a 27 inch in my b'room, I got off of ebay for like 60.....as you see I'm sort of a spendthrift...

41. In the last calendar year, how many people have you told that you love them?

Mom, Dad (suprisingly), cuz Jazz, that's all I can remember....

42. Last person that made you blush?

Royce's Daughter.

43. Best Compliment received?

"You really know what you're doing, huh?"

44. What song is in your head?

I've been on a old school kick lately......Send for Me by Atlantic Starr.

45. What is your favorite book?

Don't know if I have one........I liked the book Sport as a teenager

46. Last meal you cooked for the opposite sex?

Eggs, Grits, toast and bacon for my ex.

47. What songs do you want played at your wedding?

Never thought of this....right now, I guess that one song that they play after both people say I do...that means it really happened....

48. What song do you want played at your funeral?

I REALLLY havent given that any thought.

49. What were you doing at 12 midnight last night?

Just leaving my 2nd job...

50. What would you like to accomplish with the remaining years of your life?

Marriage, kid (s), happiness...whether I make it in the entertainment world or not...

Everybody have a nice 3 day weekend, If something crazy happens I'll write otherwise I'll be back on Tuesday morning...

Thanks for Reading,

Robert Mack

Mack and the BEAN's talk

2006-08-29T11:47:00.000-05:00

What's going on out there the blogworld....Sorry to keep you all waiting.

Well over the weekend, I took a lil' trip to the East Coast. Boston, to be exact. Home to two of my favorite bloggers, Missy the Negropino and Dynasty. This was my first time on a trip by myself so I was very excited, and a little nervous as well. I'm not the best flyer, so any little jerk and sounds of fans and engines going off and on makes my palms sweat as if there were microscopic sprinklers in them. The flight didn't start off well at first because as I'm going to my seat, I see some snot nosed kid lampin' in my seat. I'm calm about it, politely telling him that I'm assigned for this seat. He tells me the same thing. So then one of the flight attendants verifies my information, and agrees that I should sit there. But this kid is some special person apparently, and I would have to be moved somewhere else. Of course, the plane was packed, but they found me a seat next to the window. Ok, cool. BUT, this is a plane that features 3 seats on one side, and the window seat was next to a woman and her 3 year old child. For some reason, her husband was not seated with them, but behind them in a middle seat. So he asks if he could sit in by the window seat with his family, and I'll take the ever so popular (NOT) middle seat. I oblige, sort of reluctantly. At this point, I didn't care, I just wanted to get on and get the plane ride over with. But I kept my calm, and the husband was very grateful. As a matter of fact, he hands me his business card and mentions that he is director of broadcasting for the Minnesota Timberwolves, and to email him if I'm ever interested in any tickets. That's why I always keep my calm. Well at least I try.............

On Saturday night, Dynasty, her boy Skinny G (from the Brothers Man Law blog) and Missy take me to a nice italian eatery named Stella. This is a far cry from Harold's Chicken around my crib, I tell ya. Most of the food on the menu is written in Italian. "Damn can I just get some chicken fingers and call it a night?", I thought to myself. LOL. But we had a fun time, and the food was excellent. I had Chicken Cacciatore and some kind of bread thing I couldn't figure out. I also had a drink. Raspberry something that was strong, and of course I'm not a drinker. Skinny G is a sports editor and I love sports and know about a lot of sportswriters, as does he, so it made for great conversation.

After dinner, Dynasty's friend had a party not too far from Stella. The only thing is that her friend is gay, and you all know I'm not the biggest fan of gay males. But this is going to be interesting, so I was down.
We get there, and I tell you, I felt like I was in a Queer as Folk episode. For real. Guys hugged up, kissing on one another and holding hands and talking in lisps. (LOL). I didn't want no one to mistake me for fairy so I tried to hang around either Dynasty or Missy as much as possible. I'm going to need a drink. LOL. There is some lemonade that is spiked with vodka, so I begin to sip on that. Dynasty is being the social butterfly, and Missy says she wanted to go outside for some air so I went out there on the stoop and chilled with the Negropino.

I have another spiked lemonade.
I'm feeling real good.
I'm saying what up to every body walking in and out of the door.
I have another spiked lemonade.
I'm feeling REAL good now.

Missy pours some of her lemonade into mine and I'm like hold up! I went to go stand and felt a lil wooziness. I think I'll stop while I'm ahead. I hate when I get a naseous feeling and I absolutely hate to vomit, so I chilled out from the sippin'. I was tipsy, but I was well aware when I heard one of the "guys" say to me and Missy "Downstairs is where you talk, and upstairs is "come fuck me in my hole".

"Yep, full chromed for situations like this" - Notorious BIG

It was time to go. LOL.

As if I thought the evening couldn't get more interesting, we all go to a club called Vertigo, which was crazy packed. There was an upstairs and a downstairs. Dynasty decided to stay upstairs at the bar and "mingle", so Missy takes me downstairs where they are bumpin and grinding. There was a carribean festival in town, so the reggae music was abundant on this night, but the DJ didn't leave out any of today's bangers. Missy tried to get me to drink a long island ice tea with her, but I had one sip and that 'ish was strong. I had to pass up before I pass out. LOL. So after about an hour or so of leanin' wit it, 2 steppin', and snapping fingers, Skinny G come up to me like "We gotta go", because Dynasty had a ......well um lets just say "wardrobe malfunction" . LOL. I'll let her tell you all about that on her blog.
It was 2 am and I was spent. The night is over. Time to catch up on some zzzz's.

SUNDAY is here, and I was supposed to go on a tour of Fenway Park, but mother nature decides to put a damper on my plans for that as it rained the entire day. Not to worry, because I still had my share of sunshine when Missy and Dynasty joined me for some brunch at some small place called Mike's Diner, which specializes in breakfast and is only open from 6am-3pm. This must be a happenin' spot because it too was also packed with Bostonians. And after eating there, I see why. Ain't nothing like steak eggs and grits! LOL!
So after catching itis, I'm ready to take a nap now. We were supposed to go see the movie Idlewild, but after hearing not so great reviews (a critic referred to it as Idle-mild), we just went against it. So I guess you can say that Sunday wasn't as action packed, but then again aren't Sundays supposed to be easy goin'?..............

Unfortunately, all good things come to an end, and I was dropped off early at the airport on Monday morning. But it gave me a lot of time to reflect back. I must say, that my lack of activity over the summer was more than compensated for from this past weekend. I got to kick it with 2 lovely ladies for a weekend. What more could a guy ask for? So hugs and kisses, pounds and handshakes, and all that stuff to Missy and Dynasty. And I can't forget Skinny G. Good Luck when you run for prez (LOL)......

And just to make sure I wasn't dreaming, I have pics below............enjoy.....

click here

Thanks for Reading,
Robert Mack

"The Dream Shatterer"

2006-08-23T09:29:00.000-05:00

Ay-yo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team
Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden - Big Pun

Oh wait, I almost forgot-

I'm down to 219 as of Monday the 21st. That's a total of 11 pounds I've lost since August 7. Not quite my goal of 215 that I wanted to reach by now, but I'm still losing. On Monday evening, I jogged/ran/walked 2.6 miles. Talk about being spent. And to top it off, I walked up 20 flights of stairs to my crib after the jog. Also did the same last night after coming home from my second job, even with sore legs. I'm trying to see how many days in a row I can do this. My goal for next Monday is to get down to 215. The ultimate goal is 200.

But now to the story at hand.

As I alluded to in the previous post, if I happen to dream about a prospective female in my life, that usually means that I'll never be with her romantically OR If I have, I will never be that way with her again. Maybe because of the fact that If I'm already with her, there is no need to dream about her right? I had two dreams recently about two women that had been dealing with.

One was about Chappelle #2. To recap again, all I could remember in the dream was that she came to a party with her new butch girlfriend, and I was mad about it. One, because she never told me she was gay, and two because I wanted to be with her. I tried to have a talk with her alone but she didn't oblige. That's all I remember. I'm still trying to figure out the whole lesbian angle.

My second dream was about Gina. This one was rather interesting. I had a dream that I tried to get with her mother. The thing is, I've never met or seen her mother before! I'm assuming it was her mother because it was kind of a sneak move on our parts because we knew it was wrong. I remember trying to mess around with her in the basement while Gina was upstairs. I don't remember if I actually got to penetratin', I just remember that she was a little receptive but then gave in to me.

Now what I take from the second dream is, Gina is too young and immature for me (21 and I'm 27) and I need someone older. Not someone's MILF (LOL), but someone on my level. Me and Gina never had sex. She spent the night one time back in June, but nothing happened (Just to note, the fact that we never were together in that way didn't deter me from wanting to be with her. She's the one who killed the courtship, by her own admission). I still see her every now and then, but it's a quick hi and bye. I haven't spoken to her on the phone in a long time. Its funny how things go. When you first start to date someone, it feels so fresh and new, and you feel like "Ok this might be the one right here". And then that Day 30 hits. Usually at Day 30 of dating someone, you'll know if that person you've been seeing is going to be a chapter in your life or just a page; a mere footnote. I started dating Gina about a few weeks before my birthday (Mid-May). By Mid-June, it started going downhill. Conversations on a daily basis with each convo timed at least a half hour to an hour or more, then it dwindled down to 2 or 3 times a week for about 10 to 15 minutes, then down to once a week for maybe 5 minutes, to nothing at all. It went downhill, and it went downhill quick!

But overall, I believe I have these dreams as a sign of knowing if I should pursue someone. Any female that I've ever been with intimately, I've never dreamed of her prior to the intimacy. So with that in mind, I am officially closing the chapter on me and Chappelle #2, and turning the page on me and Gina.

But the book of my life continues on. I can't wait to read what happens next.....................

I probably will not blog again until Monday of next week. I have some projects at work that I need to get my ass on, so I have to cut out all extra-curricular activities (blogs, ebay, message boards) thru the end of the week. If I finish early, I'll be back to write and/or check out your blog. If not, have a nice weekend, talk to you on Monday.

Thanks for Reading as Always,

Robert Mack

50th post, 10 questions, 1 mind

2006-08-21T11:12:00.000-05:00

Alright so this is my 50th post. I've been a part of this world since March 15, 2006. Many thanks to the first people who came by to comment: Knockout Zed, Nsane Lee Sane, Slish, Missy (then as Ms New Booty), Nikki, and Robin. Who the heck is Robin? LOL.

So as I feel as though I'm a seasoned vet in the blog world, these are 10 things I've noticed for myself throughout these 5 months and decided to ask the blog world if they agree or if i'm on a proverbial island with these. This isn't an official tag, however feel free if you want to make a tag of this, otherwise you can answer any questions in the comments.

10 "You Ever" questions about blogging.

1. You ever think about asking a blogger who has no picture if they could send you one (or a few)?
LOL....oh yeah.....a few people come to mind.......right now on my list is The Mistress. There, I said it.

2. You ever been scared or shy to leave a comment on someone's blog?
Yes. I mentioned this before, but It took me a minute to comment on Nsane's site. She was cursing folks out and I was a bit hesitant. I was thinking "She'll be like who the hell is this Robert Mack dude?"....now she's one of my favorite people...proof that I think too much sometimes. If anyone is lurking on my blog, don't be scared. Say what up to your boy Rob..

3. Fellas, you ever think that you could be flirting with a man masquerading as a woman on blogger?
LOL! I've thought about it once or twice.

4. You ever have one blogger that you have to check out no matter how busy you are?
Because he writes just about everyday I always check out Zed.

5. You ever feel bad because you can't get to everyone's blog?
I have so much shit on my mind that I cannot get to everyone's blog, and I'll be like "damn I forgot to check them out". And work is crazy now. Back in the day, I would have plenty of time to go to everyone's blog and then some. Now, I'm lucky to have time for my own blog. I try to add people to my favorites' list so that I can see your name and remind myself to check you out.

6. You ever wanted someone, who goes to one person's blog, to come to yours as well without asking?
LOL!!!!

7. You ever dream about a blogger?
Actually, I haven't yet. Now daydream, that's different. I've had a few of those. Dreaming is the kiss of death for any kind of relationship with me. If I dream about you, that means that the relationship is over or would never start. More on that in another post.

8. You ever feel like delaying your next entry until you get a certain amount of comments from your latest entry?
I always want at least 5 comments from different people before I go on to something else. As always, thanks to all who comment or at least read and may not comment.

9. You ever go to someone else's blog just to get to another blogger's page?
LOL!!!!!!!!! Guilty!!!!!!!!!!! Don't act like I'm the only one.

10. You ever think of how long you'll be doing this?
Yeah I do. There have been times I was ready to give it up, but sometimes after reading a few bloggers, it gave me inspiration to keep going. But I'll be here for at least a year (God-willing) to reflect back. I wonder what will be going on around March of 07.

So Here's to the next 50 posts.
Hopefully more entertaining and maintaining, and less complaining.

Thanks for Reading,
Robert Mack

You Make the Call

2006-08-17T09:31:00.000-05:00

I keeps my blog real.

I talk about things that some cats may not want to talk about or admit because it shows true feelings. Like I told Miz JJ, I write sometimes knowing that I might get verbally ball-batted for what I say. So lets go on with today's thought.

Ok, something has been on my mind for a while, and I haven't blogged about it. I even debated writing it, but its better to talk about it to the masses of quasi psychologists (YOU ALL) right?

You ever thought you liked someone seriously because at one time you "had" them and now you don't or you're not sure?
One of my favorite people to talk about, ol Chappelle #2 has been on my mind for a lil while now. Let's recap the story.

* * * *

We started out as messing around back in November/December-ish of last year
She caught feelings in February and wanted to take it to the next level.
I didn't want to.
She wasn't happy and decided that we should end it and we didn't talk for a while.
I agreed.
She missed the little thing we had and told me that she could handle being friends with benefits.
I agreed. (LOL)
I started to date other ladies and left her alone for a while.
She was busy with work and personal life so she never noticed, or never said anything to me about it.
We've had many disagreements along the way, many of them started by me. I can be a shit starter at times, I admit.
The last time we went out I marred a great outing by acting a fool.
We stopped talking for a while after that.
About a week ago we had a long chat about things, so we're cool again.
But I don't know If I still "have" her like I did in the past.
The last time we had sex was 2 months ago, although good, I debated if I wanted to.

* * * *

Recently, I had a dream (maybe T-Cas could decipher, lol) that we were at a party and she came with a lesbian lover. A butch lesbian, at that.

So this is what I'm thinking: I miss her (stuff), and once I get it again, I'll be back to how I was before.

Or is there more?

Would I be willing to accept all of her flaws and shortcomings?

I think its the former.

To Be Continued.......but the next episode doesn't have a scheduled date yet.

Thanks For Reading,

Robert Mack

I hope it all makes sense........

2006-08-15T10:04:00.000-05:00

I promise you all that I try to blog on Sunday or Monday nights, and I don't know what happens!

Not much is going on, so this will be on of those "I hope it all makes sense" post today. Don't act like yall have never had one before.

Celebrity Fit Club Update:

So as you can see, I've trimmed off 8.6 pounds in just a weeks' time. And this was with little or no working out at all. I had to say that I was hyped up to see it. The main thing I did? Drank lots of water, and cut out fast food PERIOD. I feel like making a Super Size Me movie now, LOL. So the goal for this week is to get down to 215. This week I will attempt to get the cardios going. Its funny to me how people spend money for various ways of losing weight, Jenny Craig this, Dexatrim that (is that still even available? I just remember the commercials as a shorty), South Beach, Atkins, yet I can do it on my own just by cutting back on my favorite delights. Its been hard though, driving past and not getting an extra value meal. Or 3 items off of the 99 cents menu. Oh well...8.6 down, 21.2 to go.....

My cousin Smooth came into town for about 36 hours pretty much, so it really wasn't a kickin it session. His mom and our grandma was in a car accident last Wednesday, and he wanted to make sure that they were cool. They're going to be just fine, just a tad banged up. I hate to see my fav cuz under those circumstances, but its always great to see him. We didn't do much, we talked about going out on Saturday night but we went to Leona's in Hyde Park earlier and caught the itis after being out all day. Plus I had to take him to the airport early in the morn. But I have a family reunion (this time my mom's side of the family) this upcoming weekend that Smooth, Tiger, and others will be attending so we'll have time to kick it then.

One of my cousins, Jazz the beautician, sort of chided me for talking to a lot of women. I told her "well if you hook me up with your girl Nicole then I'll only be with her". I've been knowing Nicole since I was about 20, and was in love the first time I saw her. She's one of those model type looking chicks, light skin, very long black hair due to her pops being Dominican (she looks similar to Aaliyah) that be in the club all of the time and only dates guys with money. You know, ball players or slangers. But my cuz was saying that she's not on that anymore, she's older and mature. OK.

Me: Ok, well hook it up then

Jazz: Naw, she's still dealing with this guy right now. His name is Shawn.

Me: Shawn who?

Jazz: Shawn Marion

Yeah, that Shawn Marion, as in The Matrix Shawn Marion, 3 time all-star.............changed huh?

Oh, I almost forgot, I seen Ms. Stepper yesterday. I must've seen her through Moet-colored glasses (get it? LOL) that first night because when I seen her yesterday she didn't look as good as I first thought. Don't act like it's never happened to you either. I'll continue to talk to her, though. She drives an X3. Damn, I ain't no better than Nicole, huh? LOL. But I'm kidding. I did like her whip, though.

Looking back at this post, I actually did a good job today. I think it made sense. Right?

Thanks for Reading,
Robert Mack

Celebrity Fit Club Starring Rob Mack

2006-08-09T16:17:00.000-05:00

Alright, so as I've stated in past, I need to lose weight. I was going to wait until after Labor Day to start my "Get in Shape Campaign", but I decided to get it going now. As of Monday, I was clocked at 229.8 pounds, by far the most that I've ever weighed. The problem isn't that I'm a big eater by no means, its just that I am a fast food junkie and both of my jobs are sit down spots which lead to a lot of inactivity. Before coppin' the second job (the cable spot), I used to play basketball once or twice a week, and my weight fluctuated between 215-220. But working so much during the week doesn't allow time or energy to work out, but I'll be damned if go over 230 so I'm going to have to find the time, and eat healthier. Beginning this past Monday, I'm cutting out fried foods for a minute and increasing the water intake and fruit, as well as moderate exercising during the week. I'm not a betting man, but I'm guaranteeing that I lose at least 7 pounds by this Monday. My ultimate goal is to be down to 200 by the end of the year. The first 15 will be easy, but the last 15 will be where the work comes in. I'll keep myself and others posted.

And in other news....

This lady at work tried to hook me up with her friend. Her friend who has 3 kids. I kinda took that as an insult. I mean, seriously, when I date females now I think of the future, and in my opinion there would be no future with her. She done already bore 3 children, and seeing that I don't have any kids yet, I doubt that she is looking to bear any more. And whether I liked it or not, her kids are young, meaning I would have to be Daddy or Daddy-like to them. I could do 1 shorty, maaaaayybe even a 2nd, but 3 is out of the question. Sorry, that's just my rules. When she told me about her, I thought to myself "you must have me mistaken for a "Capt Save em all day"

"I think I'm pregnant, smile Kirk, your finally gonna be a father, oh yeah, and don't forget to pick up your cape out the cleaners." (For those that remember that song Captain Kirk on Master P's best album Ghetto D)

. So am I tripping on that? Fellas, input is needed.

Thanks for Reading,
Robert Mack

Reunion Recap

2006-08-08T10:15:00.000-05:00

I arrived at the hotel where our reunion was being held and of course I was running late. But I didn't feel bad because a lot of people were. It was great seeing a lot of old faces, especially some of my cousins that I grew up with in Rockford. Here are some pics from the banquet.

Lil Brother and Me

The Original Mack thinking he's cool

The Macks. LOL. Peep the pinstripes. Matched the shirt. LOL

This is my great aunt, the one who caught me with my first girlfriend in this story.

I was especially happy to see one of my cousins in particular, who was locked up for a minute. He says that he didn't have anything to do with it, and the case was eventually dropped. And now he's back living in Rockford. I'm not sure if its the "herbal refreshments" , or worse, but he and his twin looked emaciated. We're all the same height, about 6'2, and back when we were growing up we weighed 175-180 pounds. Now I packed on the pounds (more on that later), but they're only in the 170 range. They're about 2 1/2 half years younger than me, their sister is 4 years younger than me and little brother is 8 years, yet they all have kids now, the youngest with 2 already at age 19. It seems as though our lives moved in different directions after I moved back to Chicago at the end of 99. My father looks at me all the time and says that I'm blessed :)

After the banquet, we all went to some club that had a steppers night. For those that don't know, Steppin' is an style of dancing that originated in Chicago and is intended for the grown and sexy. R. Kelly featured this dancing in his "Happy People" video and if I'm not mistaken the movie Love Jones also had a scene that involved Steppin. My cousin's boyfriend Shine (because of his gold fronts) is a baller type that somehow convinced the security to let us all in even though we all weren't appropriately dressed (even my lil 19 year old cousin got in). So we're in the club now and there's a section of seats that are open with the exception of one which was being held by a nice looking light skin girl. She sees our group coming and relinquishes her chair. That's where I come in. I told her she didn't have to that; It was plenty of room for us and her. But she conceded. Now I've had a chance to check out the body. She's about 5'6', average to above average in the front and nice in the back. So I kept the conversation going. She loved to step, she hadn't been out in a while, yada yada yada. Well you all know I never go out, and I have 2 left feet. She was more than happy to try to show me how, and I did, for all of 1 minute. I felt silly, but she said I was doing fine. I told her that "I was going to need more training some time in the future".

"Oh really", she replies.

Then some dude on the dance floor calls her out while we were talking. She then goes to dance with him. I go back over to my group.
My cuz that was locked up says "Man, what's up with that? She kinda nice."
"Yeah, she's cool" I say, trying to sound like it was no big deal. LOL.
Cuz then says "Dude just kinda took her from you though."
I say "Naw its cool. She'll be back over to talk to me, watch". Really I wasn't sure, but I sure made my cuz believe me.

Shine must've told security that he was going to spend some dough if he let us in. Because we got there and he orders a couple of bottles of Moet and he asks us all (about 8 of us) to get anything we wanted. I'm not a drinker, but I wanted to see what this Mo' is all about and why it is talked about so much. I took a sip and was "OK!!!" (In my Lil Jon voice)..We even had our own waiter.

So Ms Stepper made her way back over (as If I had any doubt, LOL yeah right) and we get to talking again. This time I make sure to ask for her number. She takes my phone, and then looks through the recent calls list. "Hmm, you sure do have a lot of women's numbers in here". But she gave me her number anyway. Mack-o-meter is finally off the "0"!

Now I'm ready to get at some more chicks while I'm here, but this is a lounge, which means most of these ladies are mid 30's to early 40's (you know vets), which is ok, but I'm looking for some one closer in my age group, and Ms Stepper is 28. It was a great night. I was buzzed off of just two glasses of Moet. I'm not a drinker at all. We didn't make it back to the hotel until 6:30 that morning. I had been up for 24 hours. I always thought something would happen to you if you stayed up for more than a day, lol. But my cuz who was locked up said he had to stay up for days at a time in jail to make sure his cellmate aint try "nothing".....

Saturday is the picnic, and I get the softball game together. It was great to play with my father, and little brother, and my uncle, but I was disappointed in some of my "kin folk"....my teenage to early 20s cousins. They were talking shit and cursing, and it took some of the fun way from the game. I don't care how old I am, you're taught to respect your elders. When we got back to the hotel I talked to my father about it, and he said "Well Rob that's what happens when you don't have a positive male role model in your life". I thought about it, and the best behaved kids and young adults there were those who had their father in their life. Wow. A lesson learned, indeed.

Sunday is when we had our meeting to go over where our next reunion will be. The family agreed on Baltimore. My father is going to be on vacation that entire week so that he can go to NYC. And I've been wanting to go there for the longest, so if it doesn't happen before 2008, it will by then. I wonder if all of the NYC bloggers will still be around in 2 years.

My father, who was the president of the reunion this year, will also be at helm for the Baltimore function. He worked his butt off, and although things are never going to go as smooth as you liked, the man did his thing. I called him on Sunday night to thank him for everything, and he really surprises at the end.

He says "We never say I love you each other, Why is that?"

I start laughing "I'm cool with it, I always you were the one who wasn't into that"

Dad: Well lets start now. I love you

Me: I love you too.

So I had to bring this pic back for today.

Thanks for Reading,

Robert Mack

Game of all sorts

2006-08-03T10:55:00.000-05:00

Ok, I know for a fact that I can be very engaging, flashing my million dollar smile and bursting at the seams with personality "when I want to". I can turn on the charm like a light switch. I know that when I walk around my 2nd job, I get a lot of looks. Some ladies flirt. Sometimes I flirt back.

Which made me think of something.

I notice that if a chick I see is average looking, or has mild or medium appeal to me, I feel as though I can say whatever I want to her and feel no pressure or repercussion of what may happen next. I can smile in her face, say funny things and think to myself that I am making her day brighter by giving her a minute of my time, and if not, oh well its her loss.
However, when it comes to someone that I may be interested in, my mindset is different. I begin to think way too much. Going over different scenarios in my head. Wondering who's going to see me if I fail in my attempt. Study long, study wrong right?

So the question of the day is, does anyone else go thru that? Ladies, is this a trait that runs thru your mind as well?

Thanks for Reading,
Robert Mack

Back From The Roots, Then Back To MY ROOTS

2006-08-01T08:37:00.000-05:00

What up Blogworld?

It was another uneventful weekend, but last night I did go to a concert at the Congress Theatre to see Pharcyde, Talib Kweli and The Roots. Now I remembered why I'm not a concert person. Chicago (and much of the midwest) is going thru a crazy heat wave with the mercury reaching triple digits the past few days. And being in a concert hall with little or no air conditioning made it no better. Add that to the fact that me and Lil One stood up for the entire four hour show led to some hurt feet, necks, and burnt nostril hairs (because people even in 2006 still don't believe in the Soap-to-body concept). For this to have been a neo-soul/true hip hop set, there were a lot of non-black people there.

The Pharcyde came on a did a few songs. Didn't really feel them or understand them.

Then after the hype man got the crowd ready, The Roots came out. They did Ok, however my feet were hurting bad (flat-footed) and I ready to go find a seat somewhere. I look at the time and it was only 10:12. Damn, 2 more hours of this, I aint gone make it! (In my best Fred Sanford voice)..

Then Talib Kweli came out. He stole the show. He was smart. He went straight to his hits to get the crowd involved. But my favorite part of the show was when he broke out into a freestyle about Chicago. He then gave a quick shout out to Lupe Fiasco, and the Kick, Push beat came on. Kweli gets the crowd to chant "Kick, Push, Kick, Push", and then guess who jumps on stage - None other than the aformentioned Lupe. The crowd went nuts, including me. I've mentioned this a few times now, but name of my blog (My Greatest Enemy is My Inner Me) is based on a line from Mr. Fiasco. He's got a major following and I hope his album finally comes out. Its been leaked to the internet a few times, causing him to push back his release date. But back to the concert......He did a verse from Kick Push and then gave the mic back to Kweli.

Kweli was easily the star of the show, as the crowd kept their hands up and danced to all of his songs. Again, he was smart because he performed all of his hits to keep the crowd involved. It was funny how I noticed this, but during Kweli and Lupe's time on the stage, my feet and neck weren't hurting at all. I'm good now. LOL. But eventually The Roots made their way back to the stage, and the pains set in again. Not saying that The Roots are wack, but I guess I'm not the biggest fan. I only went because Lil One asked. We were hoping that the show would be over, but Black Thought said "let's keep it going!", and they went on for another 20 minutes, with their piano man (I forget his name) playing a lot of today's hits from other artists. Finally, the show was over at about 12:15. I could barely walk to my car. My ears are still ringing from the blaring music. My voice is a lil hoarse, although I don't mind that (Makes it a lil deeper, LOL!!!)

There were few females in the audience, but after being in a hot auditorium and standing for hours, I wasn't in any "macking mood". I just wanted to find my car and head home to get out of my sweat drenched clothes. But the fact still remains that The Mack-o-Meter is at a standstill.

This week is my family reunion on my father's side. We alternate between different locations every 2 years, and this year it is back in Chicago. I'm in charge of getting a softball game together. If not softball, then Piggy. Anybody remember the game Piggy? Is that just a Chicago thing, because there isn't much talk about it on the internet unless it goes by a different name. Basically, a pitcher throws to a batter, and the batter keeps hitting the softball until someone in the field (or catcher if the batter strikes out) catches the ball on the fly, meaning no bounces or bobbling of the ball. If the fielder cleanly catches the ball, then he gets to bat until some one else catches the ball, and so on........

My family from out of town is going to look for me to find some hot spots for the weekend.

Yeah, that would be ME, Mr. Holed-Up-In-The-Crib. But I'll find something for them. Maybe. Hopefully.

Thanks for Reading,

Robert Mack

27 thoughts from a 27 year old on the 27th day of the month.

2006-07-27T08:46:00.000-05:00

Random thoughts, a la Missy with the many names...

* I'm 27 years old, yet I still feel like a kid.

* Why does it take me so long to figure things out?

* I think God's intended my life to be the way it is so far. I'm very appreciative of life, and I look forward to what the future may bring.

* People love to talk to me for some reason.

* Why do I love black women so much, and why do I go crazy and have all kinds of dirty thoughts when I see a really fine one.

* Why are some women that I'm fond of are either far away or are going to be moving far away?

* Men, why be gay (I just heard one of the Nsync dudes is) ? So much TNA in the world, what would make you want to lay up with another sweaty hairy dude?

* On second thought, be gay and be proud of it. Leaves more pussy for me.

* Why am I surfing the net for porn, specifically looking for chicks who squirt? (Not now I'm at work, lol)

* Why does receiving head feel so good?

* Why do I want to really "give it" to Chappelle # 2 one more good time?

* Why do I know that I'm a man in demand yet treat myself like a scrub?

* Why do I have so many epiphany's?

* Is epiphany's even a word? Can you use epiphany in a plural sense?

* Why am I such a great kisser, yet find chicks who are not kissers?

* Why couldn't Gina be about 26 or 27 instead of 21?

* Why did I go back and read, from the beginning , the story of Slish and his girl Barneys?

* Why am I always told I look like someone? From Chris Webber to Kevin Garnett to Michael Vick? Or someone's "kin"?

* Why am I so enamored with facial hair and why do I wish to grow more under my chin?

* Why did I glue hair on my chin back in high school to look like I had a goatee (true story)?

* Why do I love being chocolate, after hating it as a child? Thank you Wesley and MJ for bringing us back, and Kanye for the line "I'ma make sure these light skinned n...az Never ever never come back in style"

* Is it really true that dark skinned guys prefer light skin women? Because I luvs me a yellow chick.

* Why did I think that a quality chick would fall right into my lap?

* Why do I not realize that finding a quality chick is similar to a home run hitter? It might take him 100 times, but when he gets one, no one remembers the other 99 times he failed.

* Why do I love attention, yet want to be left alone?

* Why do I anger so easily?

* BONUS THOUGHT : What the hell will I be doing a year from now? Hell a month from now? A week from now?

Damn, I really do feel better after getting that off my chest.

Thanks for reading,

Robert Mack

Not how I envisioned the Summer so far......

2006-07-25T08:31:00.000-05:00

* Let me throw in this disclaimer that I'm not sure what direction I'm going in with today's entry. I'm just writing and hoping that the letters I type in will eventually form clear thoughts from myself for the reading audience. Thank you. *

I remember just two months back how happy I was feeling. I had just recently purchased a truck, I had just begun seeing a beautiful young lady , I had an upcoming play with a prominent role and the future was looking bright. I was telling anyone who would listen that this summer was going to be the best of my life. Now, as I gaze at the calender and see that it is Day 58 (because most people consider the summer as Memorial Day to Labor Day, a span of 99 days) of the warmest time of the year, I don't feel as though I lived it like I wanted. And I'm starting to feel like this is going to be a repeat of the DDD of 2005 (Desert Dick Debacle). But it's not about that, really. I just thought that I was either going to meet a lot of women or at least be on my way to something special with someone. You know how they say that you have to figure something out for yourself? Well I guess I figured it out, somewhat. People have told me all of the time that I'm not going to meet anyone if I don't put myself out there, and I've come up with a multitude of reasons. But after the past weekend of TV watching (alone), It finally hit me that all I do on my time off is stay holed up in the crib.

Why?

Well, the main reason is my work schedule. I work 2 jobs 4 days a week. I work from 8am-430pm at one job, and 6-12 midnight at the other. Remember how I was chirping about having the weekends off from my 2nd job? Now it looks as though my other schedule might have been more conducive. Because now I have to work at the 2nd job for 4 days in a row, and with the other schedule I didn't have to work more than 2 days without having a day off in between. So with this new schedule, by the time Fridays at midnight come, I am dog tired. So I spend Saturdays trying to recover from the week. Its like I know that I should "get up, get out and do something", but the feeling of not having any obligations overcome me as well as the amount of TV that I've stored on the DVR, so in the end I look up and its already midnight again and I'm falling asleep. And this cycle repeats on Sunday.

So, it hit me over the weekend. I just can't expect to find the type of chicks that I like to be knocking at my door. I can't blame it on the past. That shit is over. It's not about being shy or not having confidence anymore. It has nothing to do with me not thinking I'm not handsome or nothing, because there are a lot of females that like me (I catch a lot of them staring at me at the 2nd job, lol), its just that I'm going to have to work hard to get what I want. And this is in everyday life as well. I know that I'm going to have to eventually shed about 25 pounds (which I know I can do easily) and work on my pectoral and ab game if I want to put myself in a better position for acting or modeling. So if it means getting off my ass on the weekends, so be it.

So now that I've had yet another epiphany, let see if anything changes.

So here's to the remaining 41 days of the summer.

Thanks for Reading,

Robert Mack

Tripping out on Testings and Tags

2006-07-20T09:13:00.000-05:00

* So I was reading Royce's Daughter's blog a week or 2 back and she got into a debate about STD's and what not. I wanted to mention at the time that I had just recently got tested, but I wanted to wait until "all" of the results came back before I got on any soapbox. It had been a while and I knew I was due for a check up, but working working working day and night (lol) doesn't leave a lot of time, but after sitting behind a CTA bus during traffic with a big advertisement about getting tested made me find the time. I guess them billboards work, lol.

Proud to say that I scored "100" on the test. LOL. Not that I was worried or anything, but knowing (and having proof) means a lot more. So you can add that to the many pluses that are tagged on my list.

Speaking of Tags,

Missy with the Ill Nana tagged me a while back, and I'm just getting around to it. Here goes:

Two Names You Go By:
1. Rob Mack
2. Mack or Mack-nificent (back when I used to want to be a rapper, lol)

Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
1. Phat Farm Polo shirt (suprisingly, not Sean John)
2. All White Reebok workout kicks.

Two Things You Would Want in a Relationship:
1. Love
1b. Lots o Lots o sex!
2. Happiness
2b. See 1b.

Two Things You Want Really Badly At This Moment:
1. Bad ass female that adores me. As much as I adore her.
2. Mo' Money, Mo' Money Mo' Money!

Two of Your Favorite Hobbies:
1. Watching sports
2. Go back to 1b and 2b

Two pets you have had:
1. Gismo the cat
2. Cash Bar the dog (moms came up with both names)

Two people who will fill this out:
1. *SnakeBite*
2. 1 in the same (well I'll attempt to get them to fill out, how's that?)

Two things you did last night
1. Worked at 2nd job
2. Tried to call a friend, but she didn't answer. I left a message.

Two Favorite Places to eat:
1. Baba's Steak and Lemonade
2. Chili's

Two things you ate today:
1. Freeze Pops, like 4 of them
2. Peach Yogurt

Two people you Last Talked To:
1. Southern Belle (was her b-day yesterday)
2. Lil One

And....

I took this tag from Dynasty's blog.

Now & Then

Ten years ago today, it was July 20, 1996.

I was moving from Chicago to Rockford for my senior year of high school. Still to this day, that is one thing in life that I wish I could change. I would have never moved.

1) How old were you?
THEN: 17
NOW: 27

2) Where did you work?
THEN: Working for my uncle at a flea market on Sundays.
NOW: Major computer company and major cable company.

3) Where did you live?
THEN: Chicago, Illinois (moved to Rockford)
NOW: Chicago, Illinois. If I ever move, It would be either Dallas or L.A.

4) How was your hairstyle?
THEN: bald fade, waves on top
NOW: same. fade is always in. Grew a mini-fro with a nappy beard while I was out of work for a few months in 2003.

5) Did you wear contacts?
THEN: Nope
NOW: Nope

6) Did you wear glasses?
THEN: No
NOW: No, but I need some. I'm not blind, but I squint a little at things from far away.

8) Which of your pets were still alive?
THEN: No Pets
NOW: None. I can barely take care of myself!

9) Who was your boyfriend/girlfriend?
THEN: None
NOW: Nope. Southern Belle was the last.

10) Who was your celebrity crush?

THEN: Back then I had my hot 5 list: Aaliyah, Brandy, Monica, Regan Gomez Preston (Zaria from the Parent'Hood). I added Mya around 98.

NOW: Beyonce, Letoya Luckett (I actually liked her over Beyonce originally when Destiny's Child first came out. Glad to see she's back), Joy Bryant, Zoe Saldana, Ciara, and Jennia Fredrique. Who's the last chick? She's in a lot of commercials, mainly Miller Lite and McDonalds, and she had a recurring role on Passions a few years back. You soap opera heads may remember her. She's from Gary, IN and she went to Columbia College here in Chicago. I tell people that if I ever make it to Hollywood that I would try to get at her, lol. But I hear that she's married to that black dude that be in a lot of commercials. I'm sure yall know him, he always got a wild fro and a beard.
Oh I guess I hate to admit, but I got a crush on Jessica Simpson. I'm not into white chicks at all, but I think she's fine.

11) How many piercings did you have?
THEN: 1, in the left ear.
NOW: One in each ear, although I don't wear earrings any more. I grew out of that stage I guess.

12) How many tattoos did you have?
THEN: None
NOW: None. I used to want one, but I grew out of that as well.

13) What was your favorite band/singer?
THEN: This is hard, I can't remember. Probably Notorious B.I.G.
NOW: Jay-Z, Lupe Fiasco

14) Had you smoked a cigarette?
THEN: No
NOW: I don't smoke at all. A black and mild a few times in the past

15) Had you gotten drunk?
THEN: Nope
NOW: Gotten tipsy a few times, but never drunk. I'm not a drinker

16) What kind of car did you drive?
THEN: Still ridin' the CTA
NOW: Chevy TB, baby!

17) Looking back, are you where you thought you would be in 2006?
Naw. I thought I was going to be married at 27. I wish I could go back so I could have worked harder at being either an actor or sports broadcaster or journalist, but oh well....

I apologize if I don't make it to your blog. My job can vary as far as the work from week to week, sometimes from day to day. This is a busy week. But if I find time, I'll try to come by to blog to see what's going on your world.

Thanks again for reading,

Robert Mack

The Collection

2006-07-18T10:40:00.000-05:00

Let's start the week out on a light note, (besides nothing happened over the weekend besides me seeing Little Man with Gina.)

Some pics over the past 2 months:

present Mack(me), Macks in training (lil brothers), and old school Mack (pops)

Lil Sis Mack

and

what's the common denominator?

Me, of course. But what else?

The Sean John polo's. LOL

As I was washing clothes, I realized that I have amassed quite a few of these shirts over the past year or so. How? Why?

Well it started last summer, our manager allowed the entire floor to wear jeans and sneaks for the summer (She has sinced allowed us to wear them all the time, unless a customer is visiting). Which is pretty cool, considering how corporate (white) this major computer company is. But the big boss lady is black, which I love. But anyways, there is always one bad apple out the bunch that messes things up for everyone (n.ggas), and this one ghetto chick started working here and she must've thought because it was casual that meant dress like you're about to go to a house party. She was a big girl that wanted to flaunt her curves (ugh) and the managers took note of that. They continued the casual dress but stressed a few rules, notably for the guys that meant that we had to wear collared shirts. Damn, this ghetto chick (who aint even here no more) effed up my t-shirt game. So I had to figure out a way to stay in the dress code yet feel comfortable, so I bought a Sean John polo shirt. And another. And another. Until I realized I currently have 13 different colors.

Now I don't consider myself a fashion aficionado by no means, but I had to look back the other day like "Ok Rob, I see you with the lil collection". LOL. I even have one of my supervisors, a 60-ish white lady that'll see me and say "Hey is that a new SEAN DON shirt you have on?"

So I guess that I've come to terms that I'm officially trying to collect as many colors and style of the SJ polo that I can. Say what you want about Puffy (I don't care what he calling himself these days he'll always be Puffy), the man created a nice clothing line that''ll probably stay in fashion for years and years.

So Bloggers, I wrote this because I wanted to know does anyone else out there have a particular collection of clothing that you are partial to?

Thanks for Reading,

Robert Mack

Hi, I'm Robert M. The M stands for Mediocrity

2006-07-11T09:35:00.000-05:00

I've really regressed.

I just really wanted to get that across. Case in point:

Saturday, I was at the crib, realizing that I had did nothing all day after picking up my TB from the dealership(Something with the rear differential, something I didn't have to pay for). Gina called me that day, we talked for a bit (nothing compelling or thought provoking), then she had to go because she was having lunch with her aunt. She said she'll called back. Me not ever being one to wait around, I saw that it was becoming late and I told myself that I was not going to let another Saturday go by the wayside. I was going to get out of the house. I called Chappelle # 2 and we went bowling. We had a great time. I beat her the first game, she beat me the 2nd game. Not wanting to leave it tied, I decided that we should play a rubber match. Of course, I got my ass whipped, and being the competitor that I am, did not take it lightly. LOL. I was ok after a few minutes. After the game, it was late but she was hungry, so always there in the clutch during owl hours was IHOP. My first and last time ordering a steak from there, simply put. But, here's where the night took a turn.....

Before I even went to pick her up, Chappelle # 2 told me that if she was coming back to my house, that we were not going to have sex. Fine, because I was not looking for it. If you all remember, I'm trying to stay away from her on that level. It's not to say that I don't enjoy our sex-capades, but the last time we messed around was a month ago, the time before that was 2 months ago. I know deep down that she wants a relationship, and that's something that I'm not interested in with her. Why? Hmm....as you all know, I'm picky. Don't get me wrong, Chappelle # 2 is pretty "when she wants to be". She has big, medium brown-hued eyes and deep, pretty dimples on her carmel colored face. But ok, have you ever liked someone but it just wasn't "enough" to make them your sig. other? Like on a 10 point scale, and 8 was what the person needed to make it official, its like she gets a 7.4. Just barely under the threshold. Maybe its the smoking, maybe its the sometimes "dirty west side girl" look, maybe its her aloofness that I don't like, or just all of the above. But yet with all of that, I enjoy being with her, to a certain degree....but back to Saturday...

After the bowling, we got into a lil kissing session. And her staring at me all throughout our late night dinner. So on the way back to her crib, I wanted to continue the "playing" so I become a "fresh" boy and place her hand on Lil Rob. She takes it back, and says "Rob, stop playing. I told you that we're not having sex". I respond with "What, are you on your period?", and she says "No, I just don't want to".

For some reason that really set me off.

"Oh so it's only when you want it, huh? Only on your terms? Well if you notice I hadn't even asked for any in months, right?"

She said nothing.

The rest of the car ride went like that. I dropped her off at home, she quickly said "Thank you" and exited my whip.

I set myself up for failure. I was disappointed in myself, and I felt bad afterwards. A nice night marred by me ackin a fool. I'll admit to anyone that I can be an asshole at times. I apologized to her on Monday.

On Sunday, the ex Southern Belle came over, and she really wanted to cook for me. She only cooked one time before, and I guess she wants to get back in my good graces. I'm worried because she's being really nice lately, and we both know that a relationship is absolutely out of the question. We tried for a year and half, and broke up countless times (at least 9 or 10). She's going back to Kentucky to visit her family for a week, so that gives me time to gather my thoughts.

The past weekend left me realizing one thing altogether: I've become complacent again.

Better yet, let me not sugar-coat it. I've gotten LAZY. I mean as in not meeting new people, so I'm relegating myself to women I've been with in the past and leaving me with an empty feeling inside. You can do better, Rob.

So in an effort to improve things, I'm going to attempt a "Mack-o-meter", in short it means that I will attempt to talk to at least one *new* person a week, or until my situation changes. I just feel that I can do better than what I've been doing the past few weeks.

You know what else is funny? The more and more I become "realer" with my blog, the less and less I want to write about it. But that's what blogging is all about right????

Right????

Thanks for reading,

Robert Mack

Get over it! The Robert Mack Edition

2006-07-06T08:35:00.000-05:00

This was something I wanted to get into a week or so ago, but just finally got around to it.

Many props to Nikki as well as T. Cas for this debate. I was going to call it The Great Straight Debate, but since it was called Get It Over It, I just decided to piggyback off of that.

Last week, I started to notice that a lot of blogs that I frequent are also visited by T. Cas, so I decided to check the boy out to see what he talks about. I then come across his entry called "No You Get Over It" which is a rebuttal to Nikki's entry titled "Get Over It" . The subject of these entries are based around that fact that many male bloggers do not post on each others sites. Nikki was saying that males don't respond on each other sites because it would be deemed as "dick riding" or being gay. As well as (my favorite) a "competitive" gene in men to see how many women can he get his on blog, which in turns means that he don't want any other man to take part in or "steal" his females followers from his blog to the other man's blog.

In my opinion, this is one of the best blog debates I've seen and it really struck a chord with me.

Some of T. Cas' responses were very thought provoking and somewhat valid. He pointed to the fact that some male bloggers are gay. Of course if you all remember my blog entry from back in March about the "Indecent Proposal" from a gay dude, then you know I'm an admitted homophobe. I try to stay away from anything that might even be construed as a lil "sweet". That being said, I haven't come across any gay bloggers, unless they lurk (like Freaky Deaky says) and don't comment, or they masquerade as females in the blogosphere.

He also talked about how some male bloggers "dick brag". LOL. Which brings me to why I started blogging in the first place. One of my guys, well actually My cuz Smooth's guy down in Dallas named J-Mack (no relation) put me up on this guy named Serial Dater. I checked out his blog and I thought his writing style was dope, and he was talking about women (my favorite subject) so with me being stuck in the corporate world for 8 hrs a day (14 now with 2 jobs), his blog gave me some refuge from it all. I didn't comment at first but I would look at all of the other people that did comment. (Sidenote: I used to see Nsane Lee Sane there and I would go by her page and I noticed she was from Chicago like me, and It took me a minute to get some courage to finally comment. Crazy, huh? Now she comments on my blog all of the time.) I think SD mentioned Knockout Zed in one of his entries so I decided to check him out (this was back when Zed had the gyros fast food cup as his background, LOL). Zed talked about women, BUT he also talked about everyday life as well. His relationship with his lady friend at the time he eloquently named Batshit was quite compelling, even to the point where I was a little disappointed if he didn't mention her. Some of the issues that Zed would talk about when it came to women sounded like some of same things I was going thru, not to mention that Zed has major skills with the keyboard (storytelling) so it hyped me up. I told myself, "Hey I got some stories to tell too. My life don't involve too much drama but I have issues with the opposite sex that I need to get out there to see if I'm on an island." I then checked out Mr. Slish's blog, and he told the story about how him and Mr. Venom became friends. It involved a woman, sorta (LOL). Now yes, I am more inclined to check out a male bloggers page if he's talking about women, but I'm a sex-crazed man that loves black women, what do you expect?

So does Robert Mack dick brag? Well......hmm........I don't think I do.......I don't purposely blog to talk about some chick I hit last night because that's not what I'm about. In actuality, I'm looking for a girl to be my "woman". Just finding one is the problem, I'm partly to blame for that. I'm extremely picky. I don't go out enough to see women. My girl Dynasty told me that sometimes when I talk about a female that it seems as though I'm only concerned with how long it takes before I bag that. That's not necessarily the case. Of course I'm not trying to take the girl out just to become "like her brother" (fellas , how many time have you heard those 3 words uttered?) but I'm not saying that I need to know right away if I can hit, I just want to know "if there is that possibility". Throw me some hints, you know?

But I'm digressing.

I've talked about all issues, from females that I like and vise-versa, having to go to court, and being in plays, and even rapping about being happy over taking my little brother to a Bulls game. Over the past week I just told a true "spill guts" story about my first girlfriend that I would love to be with if possible. So I'm not afraid to put myself out there, even if it doesn't make me look like a "Mack" or "Playa" or whatever. If I had a girlfriend I would cut off all of other "friends" that I mention here.

So the bottom line is, if you're a guy that's speaking on issues and concerns with women, stop by my blog and say "what up". I'll come by to peruse your world as well.

Truthfully, I made my blog hoping that the fellas out there would read it and relate to me. It just so happens that my following has more females, but the blogworld has more females in it, apparently. Which is just fine with me. Rob loves the ladies. (LOL)

Yeah I'll admit I don't openly seek out other guys' blogs. Why is that? I think its because I do get busy at work, and my blog roll has increased a lot, which means less work. But again, let it be known that any homeboy that comes by the blog to leave a comment, I will definitely check out theirs if they have one. Some guys have blogs that I don't feel a need to comment on, but that's not to say I'm not feeling it. Sometimes I have to get recommended to read someone's blog. Like for instance, I would see the boy Charles on a few people's pages and I thought about checking him out, but never did. Then someone told me to go take a glance at it, that he's a intuitive brotha and so I finally went by, and come to find out we're very similar in thought. See how easy and simple that was.

So in no particular order, these are the brotha's that I check out on the regular.

Knockout Zed - The "munkee"(LOL) that blogs daily, whether its to talk about Carmel or why he hates living in Satan's anus. His blog for the day could be a 4-line paragraph, or it could be a 1000 word essay. You just gotta check him out to see. I only hope to have a following like his.

Serial Dater - Talks about dating, rather candidly, after his divorce. Excellent writer. Paints a picture like a radio play-by-play broadcaster.

Slish - He's all in love now (BOOO!!!! - just kidding) but still hits you off with some great stories of the past.
In fact, his story about his childhood girlfriend compelled me to write about mine.

Venom - One of Slish's boys; is also a great writer WHEN HE DECIDES TO WRITE. Venom writes about as often as an oil change - every 3 months. LOL. Not that bad, but you get what I'm saying.

Charles - I call him a younger version of me (poor kid, lol). He's trying to find his niche in the world as he going thru school. Crazy skills on a pallet (means he can draw). Always insightful. Looking for some "good" females out in VA.

Others receiving votes (those that are into college sports understand what I mean by that.)
T-Cas, Big Daddy Kane (new cats I just checked out), Freaky Deaky, Amadeo, Sarccastik. That's just off the top of the dome, I'm sure there may be others but I'm extremely forgetful.

Damn, I hope these dudes don't think I'm dick-riding. LOL.

Thanks again for Reading,

The Puffy-chested (because of the fellas, lol) Robert Mack

Public Places Part 3

2006-06-30T08:30:00.000-05:00

First off, I would like to say thank you to all who have followed the story, as I've dragged it out for a week. I had other things to talk about as well as being tagged, so I wanted to handle those options first before going back to this.

Again, for those who would like to read part 1, click here.
those wishing to read part 2, click here.

After I moved to Rockford in 1996, I figured I would never see Hazel Eyes again, unless it was at some 10 year reunion or something. Around 98, I visit Chicago to hang out with my boys I hadn't seen in a couple of years. I get word that my boy Blueprint kept in touch with Hazel Eyes, as a matter of fact they went to each other's proms and they began dating. Did I care? No, not really. It was just kind of weird that my best friend was dating my former girl. Truthfully all of my friends liked her, I was just the one that got her, at least originally. Well Blueprint and Hazel Eyes dated for about a year and a half, and then they broke up. My boy didn't take it too well, so they didn't speak for a couple of years until she called him. At this point they both moved on and began having a "best friend" type of relationship. No more feelings, not even underlying, just friends. Fast forward to 2003.

Blueprint was at my crib, telling me about one of our friends getting married in a few weeks. He was on the phone with Hazel Eyes, as she was going to be a bridesmaid in the wedding. "I'm on the phone with Hazel Eyes right now, you want to talk to her?" Of course, its been like 7 years. So after getting past all of the past, present, and future talk, I ask if I could see her. She was down.

I was looking for my best gear, made sure the hair the faded, and headed to her crib. Damn I'm nervous. It's been 7 years. I wonder if she's fat? I wonder if she is going to look the same? I wonder what she's going to think of me? I pulled up to her crib, and I seen someone outside. Ugh, I hope it ain't her. "You here for Hazel Eyes right? I'll tell her to come out" says her cousin. Whew...

So after waiting a minute of two, and getting sniffed by the dog, she comes out. I swear it felt like 1995 again. She was just as beautiful as ever. Still had those beautiful eyes, and immediately (cuz I'm a guy, lol) I notice THOSE. When we were teenagers, she was tiny, but the over the years she grew into a woman. A perfect combo of TNA. She had breasts, looking just as perky and supple, I think they even winked at me. "Are you going to give me a hug?" she says. HELL Yeah, I'm thinking.

We talk on the porch for a little bit, then she decides that she wants to go out. I suggested that we go down to Navy Pier, and she quickly agreed. Blueprint already informed me that she had a boyfriend for the past few years, but he was living in Florida. I tried to stay off of all topics where he might come up. We get to Navy Pier, and its closed for the night. But since the pier is right off of the lake, I just told her that we should walk alongside the lake to continue our outing. We talked for a long time about things. We were on that lake for a few hours, just talking and reminiscing about the past. It was great. She gave me this feeling that she was just as happy to be with me as I was with her. But time eventually got in the way, and I dropped her back off at home. Why did she have to have a boyfriend, I thought. But oh well, I'll enjoy this "friendship" for what its worth.

We continued to talk for a few weeks, leading up to the wedding. The night before the wedding we were going to go to the movies to see Freddy vs Jason. I called her to confirm the time, but she didn't answer. My impatient ass called another chick that I was interested in and went with her. Hazel Eyes called me back, but I already was on the way to the movies with this other chick. I didn't think it was a big deal. The next day at the wedding, she was little ruffled. "You blew me off!" I felt bad. If I would have just waited like 30 minutes, I could have went to the movies with her. I tried to downplay it, telling her I would make it up to her. That's when I figured out that she still liked me, after all these years.

At the reception, the seating arrangement gods played a joke on me by sitting me one table over from Hazel Eyes' father, The Rev. You want to talk about avoiding eye contact! I think the back of our chairs touched, and he said "I'm sorry". I barely looked up and said "Don't worry about it". I didn't want him to see me. Hazel Eyes had her phone with her and sent me a text message "You know that you're sitting by my father." I replied back with "Yes, and I'm having flashbacks!" I also asked if I could make it up to her by taking her out that night, and she agreed. We went to ESPN Zone. We had a ball, playing games, talking shit, and sipping on a few drinks. Nothing major, but remember I'm not a drinker by no means.

I had a great time, and I didn't want the night to be over yet. I drove back to my crib, hoping she would come in for a little while and not asked to be dropped off at her car. She did in fact, come in. We watched TV for a while, and she layed her head in my lap. Why did she do that? Lil Rob Mack wakes up. And fellas know that when you try to prevent yourself from staying hard, it actually makes you stay hard. I was hoping that she didn't feel it. Well I did, but I didn't. LOL. She eventually layed the other way, dozing off. Again, she was beautiful, and had on an outfit that complemented her body, and I couldn't take it anymore. I had to go for mine. I wasn't going to wake up the next day thinking "what if", so I went for it. I began to kiss her. I was expecting her to tell me to stop, but she didn't. I figure that this would be a one time deal, so I wanted to show her that I wasn't 15 anymore but 24 (LOL still young but knew a few things). I kissed every part of her body, and she loved it. She gave me some wonderful head. We had sex right there on my couch.

So things are good, right? Nope. Remember those text messages? Well her boyfriend figured out some way of having her messages sent to his phone. She should have been more careful, seeing as though they were on the same account. But alas, he found out, they had a falling out but remained together. Why? I'm still trying to figure that out. Me and Hazel Eyes proceeded to have this fling for the next 2 years, with some gaps in between when I started dating my ex Southern Belle. Was it wrong? Yes it was. But I was still in love with Hazel Eyes and I loved every minute we were together. But once I started dating SB, I knew I had to end communication with Hazel Eyes because I was starting out my own thing and I didn't want to mess that up. The first time me and SB had our first break up, I called Hazel Eyes. We went out, had a great time, and had sex. Just like that. Me and SB got back together, but I still kept in contact with Hazel Eyes. She told me that we needed to stop whatever it was we were doing because she was falling for me. It was hard, but I agreed, somewhat.

Around May of last year, Blueprint announced that he was getting married, this was on a Friday night. Saturday morning, I get a call from Hazel Eyes. "You know that your boy is getting married?" I say "Yeah he told me last night." "Hmm...ok bye". Hazel Eyes was mad, but why was she mad at me? I hope she didn't expect me to tell her the news, because her and Blueprint were probably closer than me and him were. I wanted her to hear the news from him. But she was not happy with me withholding the info so she stopped talking to me. I called her around Christmas to make sure things were ok, and we talked for about 10 minutes before I had to head into my 2nd job. I didn't ask for any explanation of why we didn't speak for 6 months.

Now its June of this year, 6 months later after our last conversation (over a year since we've seen each other). I invited her to my play. Why? Because when I used to doubt myself, with looks or overall life (My greatest enemy is my inner me), she always pushed me to think the opposite, so I wanted to thank her and I wanted her to see me doing what I want to do. She was happy that I invited her. She came but didn't stay afterwards. At first I thought she didn't come, but she left me a text message saying that she was proud of me. I called her right back, asking why she didn't stay. "I didn't know you wanted me to, I'm sorry. But what are you doing now? I'm at my cousins house. We can kick it now". I wasn't doing anything that night, but even if I did, I probably would have cancelled those plans to see her. I went over to her cousins house, see her for the first time in a year, and she's still beautiful and thick as ever. We eventually get on the topic of why we stop talking the last time. She confesses that she was looking for a reason to get mad at me, because she was developing some serious feelings although she was still trying to work things out with her boyfriend, which she has finally broken up with for good. She has a *new* boyfriend, but I noticed that she didn't talk very glowing of him. I told her that she was only with him because her parents approved of him, and she just smiled. I must've opened up her mental floodgates."Damn, you know me".

So you ask why we aren't together? Her father , The Rev, still holds me accountable of his daughter losing her "innocence". Truss, it was lost way before me, he just didn't find out until our relationship, and for the record she was the one who had me doing "things". But still, she thinks that he would never approve, and I don't want to stir up the past. Blueprint suggested I go to the church to talk to him, but I never have. So it remains the way it is.

The man in me wanted to see if I still had it, so I kissed her. She kissed back, very passionately. Then she stopped and said "Rob I can't do this, I got a boyfriend now". I said ok. I then ask for some head (oh boy). She rubbed on Lil Rob Mack, thought about it, and said "No I can't." We then leave her cousins house, and she tells me "Ok, I obviously can't trust myself around you, so we can only meet in PUBLIC PLACES ONLY."

Now you all get it ?

So what happens now? I get married, she gets married, we move on, we live happily ever after....... But why do I continue to think about her? Maybe it has to do with her being my "first", maybe it has to do with her having a lot of the qualities I look for in a woman, maybe it has to do with her being so beautiful, maybe all 3 of those. If I can find someone who possesses those key ingredients, I would probably feel the same way about them.

I really hope you all enjoyed, leave any thoughts you may have, because this honestly took a lot out of me to write.

Thanks for reading,
The Divulging Robert Mack

Tagged by Nsane once again...

2006-06-29T09:40:00.000-05:00

Ok, I'm late to the party, but I'm here and Nsane tagged me, so here is my version of the "Freaky Meme"

FREAKY MEME

1. HAVE YOU GOTTEN LAID IN 2006?
Oh yeah, not a lot, I would say just a handful of times.

2. EVER HAD SEX IN A PUBLIC PLACE?
Yeah. When I was 19, I was messing with this 24 year old and we was doing the do in the park in the grass on some Jason's Lyric shit...man them mosquitos bit my ass (literally) up...I think I counted about 8 or 9.
And if you count a parking lot, I would say yeah to that too..that was just last year.

3. EVER LAUGH DURING SEX? IF SO WHY?
Yeah, because the bed was breaking. But that didn't stop the show.

4. EVER CRY DURING SEX? IF SO WHY?
Well she was, and it nearly moved me, but I don't think I did.

5. DO YOU LIKE TO CUDDLE AFTER SEX?
Yeah, I'm a lame ass romantic dude. Unless its like 90 out with no a/c in the crib.

6. EVER REGRET SEX WITH SOMEONE?
Sure, a few times. As soon as that nut was busted, it was like "what the hell you just did?" But that was a few years back. Anyone I've been with since 2004 I would say is no regret at all.

7. EVER FAKED AN ORGASM?
Naw, what did the late great Pac say?
"Momma told me never stop until I buss a nut"

8. DIRTY TALK, OR SHUT THE FUCK UP?
Depends. I'm passionate so I'm never quiet, if so, that means something ain't right.

9. EVER HAVE UNPROTECTED SEX:
Come on now...who hasn't?

10. EVER MASTERBATE TO YOUR FRIENDS SIGNIFICANT OTHER? Nah, never been attracted to any of my boy's women. But Blueprint's wife is dope though.

11. EVER HAVE A ONE NIGHT STAND?
Yeah, one of my regrets.

12. HOW BOUT A 3-SOME?
No, but I want to before its all said and done. I've had chicks tell me that they would be down if I found the other chick, but how the hell am I going to do that? I've had a chance, but one of the chicks moved away. I'm still young though, LOL.

13. EVER WATCH PORN DURING SEX?
As much as I love porn It's only been once, maybe twice. Most of the women I talk to aren't into porn. Sucks.

14. EVER THOUGHT OF SOMEONE ELSE DURING SEX?
Both ways. I thought of an ugly chick to prolong a nut, and in contrast I've thought of a chick with a PHAT ass to stay up.

15. HAS THE CONDOM EVER BROKE?
Umm, yeah..my first time..refer to part 1 of my "Public Places" story

16. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRaSING SEXUAL EXPERIENCE?
Hmm....this one involves just myself....When I first was learning how to jag off, I was doing it too hard and my stuff swole up a lil.....I don't know why but I thought if put some icy hot on it...............bad move......man that burned so bad, I was running around the crib yelling for about 10-15 minutes. Luckily, no one was around for that. And I think I've only told that story once or twice, now its on the net for millions to see. LOL. Go figure....

17. HOW OLD WERE YOU WHEN YOU LOST YOUR VIRGINITY?
15, again, refer to my part 1 of the "Public Places" story

18. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE SEX WITH RIGHT NOW?
Hmm, good question. Well Chappelle # 2 just came back today from vacation, and I haven't got Gina yet, but right now I'm good.

19. DO YOU THINK THAT number 18 IS POSSIBLE?
Well, the first chick mentioned is always possible unless she finds her a man, the second chick might take some time. Time that I'm not sure I want to give.

20. ARE YOU HORNY NOW?
Suprinsingly, No. Then again I haven't read Nsane's blog yet.

21. WOULD U HAVE SEX WITH THE PERSON THAT POSTED THIS?
Well, I don't know. I might not pull her hair hard enough and talk enough shit for her. LOL. That being said..................

There you all go. Enjoy.

Part 3 of "Public Places Only" is tomorrow.

Thank again for reading, you dirty minded peeps! Myself included.

Robert Mack

Public Places Only Part 2

2006-06-28T08:48:00.000-05:00

"Yeah, I get it down - anxiously the public can't wait/Ni..az had to have it way before it's release date" -Jay Z

First things first, for those who have not read part one please click HERE before going any further. For the others, you may read on......

We last left off with the not quite 16 year old Rob Mack, standing in line getting an Extra Value Meal, when I get a tap on my shoulder.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

I wasn't exactly 100% sure who it was, but I definitely had an inkling on who this guy was. It was Hazel Eyes' father, The Reverend.

"You can go ahead and get your food, I'll wait right here"

Dayum. I thought about making a run for it, but it was just delay the inevitable. So I ordered my Quarter Pounder meal, reluctantly turned back towards The Rev and I directed him towards an open table.

The Rev: Do you know who I am
RM: I think so
The Rev: I'm Hazel Eyes father. Do you know why I'm here?
RM: No, not at all.
The Rev: Well I've been watching you and my daughter for while now, I know that you walk her home and sometimes I see you all hugged up. Are you all dating?
RM: No, we're just friends.
The Rev: Have you ever slept with my daughter?
RM (terrified): No sir!, never!

*Now lets stop the story for a minute. You gotta understand the situation. I'm 15 years old, never been approached by a parent, a Reverend for that matter, and I was thinking about that one episode of The Cosby Show, you know the one where Cliff took the apples and put them on top of each other and asked Vanessa's boyfriend if that was how he was with her. So yeah I lied, for fear of my life. LOL *

The Rev: Ok, well you seem like a good guy, but Hazel Eyes is too young to be dating anyone, and you all are too close so I'm going to ask that you lay off of her right now. Maybe in the future, but not right now.
RM: Yes sir, I understand.

McDonalds never tasted so bad in my life.

This was about an hour after school, so after the meeting, I head to the bus. Suprisingly, I seen my boy Big One get on the bus as well. I call him to the back.

RM: Man guess what? Hazel Eyes' father just had a talk with me in McDonalds..
Big One: What? So what yall talk about?
RM: Man he said would see me walk her home, and he asked if we was together and he even asked if we had sex?
Big One: What? So what did you say?
RM: I told him no about everything
Big One: But I thought yall did....
RM: Yeah but I couldn't tell him!
Big One: So what are yall gonna do?
RM: I have no idea...

That night was extremely long. I was trying to come up with ways for us to see each other, I'm wondering what's going on with her end, but I could not call. Hazel Eyes wasn't allowed any phone calls from boys. So I didn't sleep at all that night.

The next day, I went around looking for her everywhere. I could not find her. We had gym class together, so I calmed myself down, knowing that I would see her in. It took forever it seemed, but she finally came. She immediately came up to me. "We need to talk.."

H: I know that my father asked you about us yesterday.
RM: Yeah he did, he even asked if we had sex. I told him no.
H: Well I told him everything.
RM (startled): Everything???
H: Everything.
RM: So what did he say?
H: Well after he and my mom stopped crying, he told me that I could never see you again, so we're going to have to break up. She walked away and went with her friends and continued on in gym class.

When she said that, I could feel my heart sink into my stomach. It was one of the worst feelings of my life. I wanted to cry right there, but I couldn't because it was school and you can't let nobody see you crying. But this shit hurts. Big One, who was also in the gym class, was there so I immediately told him what happened. Luckily, it was a half-day, so I didn't have to go thru school until 3:00 with this feeling. My boy Playmaker gave me some Scarface to listen to on the way home. "He'll get you thru it". I don't think I even attempted to listen to that CD.

Since it was a half-day, the CTA bus was not crowded. So I was able to get on, go straight to the back row with no one else around, and I just let the tears stream down. Yeah the boy was hurt. Hazel Eyes meant a lot to me, and just to have it taken away like that just wasn't right. Big One called me later that night, and in his words, "I just wanted to make sure you was ok". Now keep in mind we're all 15 and 16 year olds, so for him to call me like that meant a lot, and that's one of the major reasons he's my boy for life.

Once word got around that me and Hazel Eyes broke up, dudes came out of the woodwork! It was crazy. I never realized how many people liked her until I saw the swarm o' fellas that infested her. Even some of my boys liked her (More on that later....) I was still able to get in a kiss or two after all of this, but it was never the same. The school year was over. I ended up going to Dallas for the summer, and I didn't speak to Hazel Eyes once during that span.

September rolls around, and I still had strong feelings for Hazel Eyes. I acted as though everything was cool, so it was back to the hugging and occasional kiss or two. I was going to convince her to be with me again, and just be more secretive about how we go about things. I wrote her a letter stating my case. She wrote me back, and I'll never forget the first line:

"I don't want to sound mean, but there is no longer an 'us'. I still care about you, but we didn't stay in touch over the summer, and you can't expect us to still be the same after not talking for a couple of months. From this day on it cannot be hugs and kisses, just handshakes."

DAMN!

Just like that, it was done. And to make matters worse, she started dating this guy named El, who was after her hard while we were together. She even told me one time that he snuck in a kiss on her lips while we were dating, which I later found out was some frenchin' involved with said kiss. I was hurt and I was mad. And at the tender age of 16, that's where I first realized that I hold grudges, because I didn't speak to Hazel Eyes none for the rest of that year. And remember this new relationship of hers started in the beginning of the school year, September, so I went the entire school year without talking to her. I think eventually in late May I might have finally said hello.

After that junior year in 1996 , that summer I ended up moving to Rockford for my senior year, so I never seen Hazel Eyes again.

That is until 2003.

It continues......

The Finale will be Friday......

Thanks for reading as always,

Robert Mack

Ex Marks the Spot

2006-06-26T08:58:00.000-05:00

The weekend isn't already over is it?

It seems like just a few hours ago I was leaving my 2nd job anticipating the meeting of a special friend, but there was a break down in communication, it wasn't my fault, but oh well, let's move to Saturday.

(Oh please note that I've postponed the "Public Places" story for a day or two.)

Yes! This was my first weekend off where I didn't have any acting biz, family coming by, or required appearances of Mr. Rob Mack (speaking in 3rd person, LOL) . I knew that sometime before the weekend was over, I needed to wash clothes. I'm down to the last. I'm down to the tighty-whiteys and batman draws. LOL. Just playing, I haven't worn those since being a shorty, BUT the boy is down to his last everything, so I knew it was important to get to the landromat. But its Saturday, and I'm off, let's enjoy the landscape of the lake and call some females for a Saturday night encounter. Back to Friday night, I called Gina but it sounded like it was a baby in the background that was giving her a rough go at it, so she said she would call me back. She never did. I believe that she was going to Six Flags on Saturday so I gave her a reprieve on not getting back to me that day.

One of my prior flings, I think I called her Aurora in the past, was having a Birthday party on Saturday night. I called her Aurora because that is the suburb that she lives in, which is an hour away if there is little or no traffic, which is damn near impossible in Chicago. So on average it would take me 75-90 good minutes to get to her house. I slept next to her about 8 or 9 times without nothing ever going down. That's never happened before, and hasn't happened since. I call it the Desert Dick Debacle of 2005 (DDD'05). The situation was a head scratcher, it was like her whole family, including her 8 year old daughter (see parents, I WOULD date a female with a child. I just have preferences, that all) liked me a lot, and told her how good of a guy I was. Well I dated her for about 2 months, and after the 9th night of blue balls I couldn't take it no more and quit calling. She claims it had nothing to do with me, it was her and some emotional issues. But anyways, we're still cordial to each other, and she was having a party Saturday night and I was actually looking forward to it because it gave me an opportunity to be out and about instead of holed up in the crib. I'm not a club-goer, though. I hate the idea of seeing chicks that are half dressed yet want to know why you're looking at them, or chicks looking for some baller with his Range on 24's sitting in front of club, vying for his attention. But this night I put all of my quirks to the side and went out. And it was nice, to be honest. Aurora had a packed house at the club, and it made me feel kinda good because it was her party and people were in her face all night, yet she would periodically check to see what I'm doing, seeing as though I was a 1 man crew that night. Party on.

Towards the end of the night, somebody's MILF took a liking to me. I call her that because she looked older, mid to late 30's. My boy Blueprint's wife is best friends with Aurora (Blueprint had to work so he was absent), so she noticed the MILF all up on me. She egged me on to talk to her. Hey I figured it was nothing to lose, so I bought her a beer and we talked for a minute. Her name is Cheryl. Lives out in the SW suburbs. Pretty chocolate skin, tallish and skinny. I walked her and her friend out to their car, and asked for her number and she gave it to me right away. Wow I think history was made here. I've never copped a number from a chick before at the club. Now yeah you might think "whoop-de-doo", but remember that I go to clubs about as often as The World Cup. Once every 4 years, LOL. Not that bad, but you get the idea. So I got a MILF on the team, maybe.

SUNDAY MORNING, actually just a few hours after the club (so I'm running on fumes after just a couple of hours of sleep) I had the opportunity AND and pleasure to meet Dynasty, who was in town for a hot second. Wow, breathtaking. That was my thought. She is a certified DIMEPIECE. Beauty, Brains and Body. (Fellas you should see the...hmm never mind. LOL) And she's got personality for days. I don't know what's the deal with the Bostonian Brothas, but they're letting a good one go by the wayside. I even told her "You look like a ball-players' wife for real" LOL. If Dynasty ever decided to move back to Chicago, needless to say I'll give her a ring. or two. or three. or four or five or....................

After making it back to the crib, all I want to do at this point is get some rest. I'm tired as hell, BUT I want to see this movie that I'm supposed to be in called The Lake House, with Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves. I want to see it early as possible, so I can attempt to wash these clothes that has grown into a mountain in my room. Ok, this is a chick flick, so I need to see this with a member of the opposite sex. But who can I call?

Gina? I called her but she didn't answer. I left a message

Dynasty? She's thousands of feet in the air headed back to Bean-town....

Cheryl the MILF? Naw I ain't trying to call her yet, besides you can't do movies as the first date?

Virgin Girl? She would probably love to, but I ain't trying to go way out to the surburbs and I didn't feel like dealing with her nerdy self.

So I make a call. A wrong call, but a call to my ex. No, not Hazel Eyes, but my most recent ex, Southern Belle. I call her that because she is from Kentucky and has a definite country accent. I haven't spoken about her much, because she WAS in the rear view mirror of my life. We ended for good on not such amicable terms back in December, and throughout all of that I still called her about 2 months later to see she was ok. She told me she had a new boyfriend, and that was something I needed to hear so that I could move on. Me and her had a funny relationship, we argued all of time, broke up on countless occasions yet we really cared about each other, I could probably say that I loved her. But the bottom line is that we're 2 different people that can't co-exist, so being friends in the only option at this point. I hadn't spoken to her in about 4 months, when she called me to ask about some income tax help. Coincidently, that was around the same time that I was dating a chick that lived literally 3 blocks from her. But why did I call her? Well for one, I wanted to see this movie, two my main chick was MIA, and 3 I've wanted to see her since I invited her to the play last week and she couldn't make it. In the play, I get into a heated argument with my girlfriend and I eventually kick her out, and I can't help but to think that me and Southern Belle's prior yelling matches helped me in my thespian studies. She was the first girl that I've ever argued with like that, because normally I'm a mild mannered guy, really laid back, but she used to hit all of my buttons. She told me once before that she's been known to do that people. I'll say. So again, I knew that I shouldn't have called, but I did. It went straight to VM. I left a message.

About an hour later (after finally drifting off), she calls back. I get straight to the point.

RM: Please tell me you got a boyfriend....
SB: Why is that?
RM: Because I wanted to see you and take you to this movie that I'm in and I need you to tell me you got a man so I can be like "cool" and move on....
SB, laughing: I can't say that I do.

So after we talk about current events, I headed to her crib to catch up some more. I tried to sleep (see the theme) but she is a motormouth and wanted to tell me about all of the things she doing in her life now. New phone this, new workout plan that. We then head to the movie. About 45 minutes into the movie, I see Sandra head into a bar. I tap Southern Belle on the shoulder "Hey I think this is the scene I might be in." Sure enough, you see my black, baldheaded (at the time) self walking by as Sandra goes into the bar. And later in movie at the same bar I'm seen talking to some white chick. LOL.......15 seconds of fame, indeed. They completely cut out the July 4 scene, where I was going to be playing a bass drum during the fireworks, which explains why the movie probably took so long to come out. It was filmed in the early part of 2005, but it didn't come out until last Friday. I must say that the movie is very good. Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves are pen pals that fall for each other, except when Sandra writes him, it is 2006, but when Keanu writes her, it is only 2004. Its weird and of course would never be reality, but its a tear jerker with a twist at the end. Fellas trying to get it good with a chick should definately see this movie, and besides you could catch a quick glimpse of the boy! But don't blink twice!!!!!!!!!!!

After the movie, me and Southern Belle head back to her crib. Finally I can get some sleep. As she lays next to me, Lil Rob Mack tries to make an appearance but I'm fighting him off. Besides she says "you can't have any because thats going to bring up old feelings and you know how I am".

And she's absolutely correct.

As I went home last night, (sidenote: Gina called me twice at home, but why did she not call my cell? Just asking...) and as I'm writing now I got this disappointment in myself like "I just regressed". I'm mad at myself for making that call and putting myself in that situation. "But I ain't perfect - nobody walkin this earth surface is/But girlfriend, work with the kid" - Jay Z

I don't know, but for a change me and Southern Belle had a day with no arguing. It felt good. Is this the start of a reconciliation? I don't think so. I highly doubt it, really. Seriously. No more calls. Just friends, right?

Just friends..........

Until next time......

Oh and I still didn't wash after all of that either. Looks like I'm going to have to Lazy Landromat it. What does that mean? That's when you wash about a weeks' worth of clothes to hold you over until you get some more time. Don't act like you ain't never done it before.

Thanks all for Reading,

The Relapsed Robert Mack

Public Places Only part 1

2006-06-22T09:07:00.000-05:00

Before I get to my story, let me get a few things off of my chest. Mack's Mental Musings, if you will. (LOL! What up Missy the Negropino!!!!)

* I know I always have excuses as to why I'm don't blog as much. Well here's another, although it is quite valid: A lot of the work peeps in my dept are on vacation, including ol Chappelle #2. So while they are gone, I have to back up their accounts, which means more work for me, which means less blogging. But I'm going to try to sneak this entry in while it is still early in the morning.

* Congrats to Dwyane Wade and the Miami Heat for winning the NBA Championship. Wade is a fellow Chicagoan and it pains me to see him blow up like this because he should have been playing for the home team, in fact he always says in interviews that he was certain that the Bulls were going to take him at #7 in the 2003 draft, but Pat Riley seen his greatness and stole him at #5. He is a true Chi-towner, in a magazine he mentions that he always has to get some Harolds Chicken, extra mild sauce. My cousin Smooth, whenever he touches down from Dallas, makes it mandatory that we hit up Harolds before we make it home from the airport. What's even more interesting is there are about 50 or so of them scattered throughout the south side (It was one on the west side at one time) and people have their preferences as to which ones to go to.

"Man they don't make them right at the one on 88th and Stony. I only fucks with the one on 71st and Merrill"

"Hey the one on 64th and Cottage always gives you an extra wing"

I remember when I first moved back to the south side in 2001, I used to go to Harold's 3, sometimes 4 times a week. They knew my voice my e'ything. LOL. "Oh Rob, 5 wings, right?" Damn now I'm hungry.

* Smooth just purchased a whip a few weeks before I did, a blazin' red Monte Carlo. He was just telling me that its kinda embarrassing when he gets compliments on it, and the attention that he gets. LOL. It funny how your confidence improves when you're behind something nice. I was telling him that I can look over at chicks and waive - and get this - they waive back. LOL. Don't get me wrong, I ain't in a 06 4-dot Range or "Maybach'n" it, but I ain't no slanger nor was I born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I worked my butt off for what I got, and I love my TB. I just need to get an amp, because it has that crappy ass noise reduction on it so I can't blast music like I wanna.

Ok now to the main story.

My ex-girlfriend came to the play on Friday night. I was mad at first because I didn't see her after the play, but she called me and told me that I did a good job. "Why didn't you stay?" (Pulling a Knockout Zed)...She says "I didn't know you wanted me to. Well what are you doing now? I'm over at my cousin's house." Before the play, I hadn't talked to her in about 6 months, and that was around xmas to make sure she was alive and well. Before that, it was 6 months prior to that convo, so that means that we've spoke about twice in the last year. The reason for the latest animosity was because one of our best friends from high school (my guy who I refer to as Blueprint) was getting married and I didn't tell her. Well I would have rather him tell her since they were best friends, maybe even closer than me and him are. She wasn't too happy with the fact that I held this information in, and she said that hurt her feelings. But she confessed to me the other night that she was looking for a reason to stop talking to me, and that was her out clause. Why did she want to stop talking to me? Because she was falling for me again.

*Flashback story in 5, 4, 3 ,2*

My ex-girlfriend, whom I'll call "Hazel Eyes" (obvious reasons) was the first "pretty" girl to ever give me a chance. She was tiny, barely 5 feet tall and didn't quite hit 1 spin across the scale, but she was carmel complexioned with long hair and hazel eyes. All the guys liked her. Even white dudes had a crush on her. I was a nerd at the time, trying to get "cooler", lol. I was a nerd but I was starting to get that tall dark and handsomeness about myself, so some chicks liked me but only if their friends weren't around. Don't that suck? LOL. But Hazel Eyes was the first that didn't care about my nerdiness. We used to walk the halls hand in hand. I went from a nerd to being popular, just based on the fact that I got this pretty girl to be mine. About a month into the relationship, we decided take it to the next level. Which meant that I was going to get my first piece. I still remember the day, Friday February 17, 1995. It was a half-day at school, so it was the perfect opportunity because her parents were at work. My father worked for Greyhound at the time so he was gone for days at a time anyways. The night before, seeing as though I was a virgin and unsure of what I was headed for, I needed some practice. But who can I ask? I could ask a friend, but I didn't want to seem like I couldn't handle it. So what did I do? I watched Boomerang. Yep, with Eddie Murphy and Robin Givens. I watched their love scene and rewound it a few times, trying to figure out the style and the motions. I know you all are laughing at me as I say this, but this is all fact, besides, what do you expect from a 15 year old? So the day finally came, we took the #53 Pulaski CTA bus to my crib, and upstairs to my father's room (he had the cable tv, and I wanted to set the mood by having BET Video Soul in the background. LOL.) I was nervous. I turned on the TV, and we sat there for a minute, literally. Then she says "Ok, I don't want to watch TV no more". Nervous on the inside, but trying to be cool on the outside, I told her to take off her clothes. Wow I can't believe this is happening. She is naked. LOL. Her tits weren't big (they've blossomed fully now, LOL) but still I had a pretty nekkid girl in the bed. My turn, I get naked, leaving the wife beater on (didn't want her to see the bird chest), then I *attempt* to put on a condom. Them Health ED classes don't help when its real life, and I put in on backwards. LOL. Then I corrected it, except I must've been too abrasive. It tried to put it in, and it broke. "What's wrong?" she says. I was embarrassed. "The condom broke!" It was like the scene out of The Wood....But she was cool. She went to her purse and gave me another. I was sure to put it on right this time. Now that settled, lets dive in! Except I've never done this before. I didn't know where it went. I didn't realized that you don't go into the pussy from the "top", but rather the "bottom". LOL. After she assisted in guiding me in (that's not it, nope, just a lil further down, there you go), I was finally doing it. The phone was ringing, but I wasn't going to answer. Unfortunately, it was my aunt. My great aunt, my 70 year old great aunt who stayed with us. After we were finished, we didn't have much time get her back to the North Side on the CTA. So as we're putting on our clothes, there's a knock at the door.

Uh oh, I aint supposed to be having no girls over. And the door was locked so my great aunt knew that I was home. I go to the door....

Great Aunt: Rob, what are you back here doing?
RM: Umm, sleep.
Great Aunt: No you're not, I would have seen it in your eyes.. You got a girl back here? I was at the neighbors and we seen you come in with a girl.
RM: No, she left.
Great Aunt: Ok, let me see.
RM: I'm telling the truth!
Great Aunt: Ok, well I just want to see....

So of course she comes back to the room and sees Hazel Eyes. Thank goodness we were fully clothed. I felt embarrassed, bad, and mad all at the same time. But my aunt was cool about it. She actually took Hazel Eyes home, and said that she would not tell my father. She told my grandmother, and eventually someone spilled the beans to pops, but it was months or even a year after the fact and I never got in trouble or had a real "talking to" about it.

Me and Hazel Eyes dated for the rest of the sophomore year, but we broke up toward the end. Why? Because she was a preacher's daughter (that old axiom about preachers daughters is true, true, true!) that was not supposed to have any boyfriend, let alone having sex. So one day, as I walked her home from school (she stayed close to the school), I then went to the McDonalds right down the street. As I'm line contemplating what I'm going to order, there's a tap on my shoulder.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

It was her father. The Reverend.

Part 2 maybe tomorrow, maybe not until Monday. I wasn't intending to write it like this but this is how it came out. I hope yall enjoyed it.

Thanks all for reading, more to come!!

Robert Mack

2 thumbs up!!!

2006-06-19T13:08:00.000-05:00

Damn, is it already over?

That was my feeling Saturday night after the 3rd performance of the play was over. I had a wonderful time. The pics of me on stage are kinda dark, my apologies, I didn't realize that its better to turn off the flash because the light on the stage provides the light.

Me in 7o's fit

Me as Jason with the Dr. and her son. She's jumping in on the XBOX action and proceeds to whup me in Mortal Kombat.

Give it up for the cast

Pops and Me. Still trying to figure out how I grew to be 6'2 and he's only 5'8.

Moms, Me, Lil Brother (Todd Mack), lil Sis, and Dennis (remember when I went to the Bulls/Heat game way back when I first started bloggin? Dennis is the one that was with me. Todd Mack, all of 15, think's he's the flyest and every girl wants him. You know what? He hasn't proven me otherwise. More on him later.

The boy Lil One came thru to support.

Nsane Lee Sane graced me with her presence. Damn fellas she kinda dope. I'm mad cuz Lil One took the pic and didn't get "all" of the amenities, if you catch my drift! LOL

Ok I'll end the pics there, although I have more in the hopper, including Gina, Chappelle #2, and others.

Many Thanks to Nsane Lee Sane and Knockout Zed for coming by. I was kinda mad at the munkee (LOL) because he didn't stay to at least give a pound or a Marlon Wayans handshake (you know with the extra pat on the head and back), but its all good.

I'm tripping on myself because my lil brother Todd Mack might be more clairvoyant than his 27 year old big brother when it comes to picking up on women's interest.....LOL...I'm supposed to be the one showing him how things are. Anyway, he's telling me that a chick in the play named Staci (arguably the baddest chick in the play) is feeling me. I laugh him off, like young boy you don't know what's going on. So the next day after the play is over and everyone is saying their goodbyes, Staci comes over to me while I'm trying to take pics with everyone and she's like "Ok Rob, let's keep in touch." I reply with "Yeah no doubt, I got your number", and then she comes back with "No you don't. You aint never called me before. You aint gonna call me", she says in that daring voice......

I'll call her....maybe.

Gina did come as promised, but it was what she didn't do afterwards that didn't sit too well with me. Let's backtrack. Me and her have talked just about everyday for the last month or so, and we've spent time with each other for the last 3 weekends prior to this last weekend. Well we hadn't really talked that much this past week because she was visiting her mom out of town. She came back on Saturday and came to the show, but when I tried to get her to spend more time she declined because she was tired and wanted to eat and go home to sleep. I'm like "ok, that's the same shit I was on!" I was tired after going to my first job and knocking out a couple of hours, but I wanted to unwind on the long weekend with a drink or two (although I'm not a drinker) and a walk along the beach or something, seeing that it was a beautiful night in the city. Yeah the beach part sounds lame, but that's what I'm into. Anyways I tried to do some cajoling, to no avail. I haven't spoken to her since. She called yesterday, but I haven't returned the call. What do you all think? Am I trippin? That's why I tell anyone who was ready to give her the wifey label to just chill out on that talk. This is a day-2-day evaluation, and I guess she failed one of the tests. But one bad grade out of the bunch can be dropped right? Professor Mack says so. But another low mark might prove costly..........

So now its back to work, and still trying to fill out the summer league roster. LOL. Remember the "summer" technically does not start for another 2 days. Unfortunately the play caused me to miss out on the Puerto Rican Day parade, which is a free festival of fine Boriquas walking and talking. Oh well. Gina is part Dominican and knows a lil spanish, so I guess that's my hispanic fix for now.

As for the acting, this may have been my last production of the year. I have no more vacation days for this year at the 2nd job (1st job I have plenty), so I doubt If I'll find the time to do anything else. But I plan on hitting 2007 harder than something of mine after standing next to Nsane......lol...........

Thanks again all for reading,

Robert Mack

Well...........

2006-06-13T08:43:00.000-05:00

That's the best title for today's post....this will be just a recap of the weekend.

FRIDAY NIGHT, midnight, I call Chappelle # 2. Now there have been times in the past that we were to hook up on such late night excursions, and I've called her to no avail. Either she fell asleep or didn't hear the phone or some excuse, leaving me to go home and live vicariously thru Jake Steed and Mr. Marcus and Brian Pumper (and I'm mad at myself for knowing their names. LOL). I can honestly say on this night I was hoping for a no call - no show, but Chappelle #2 must've been drinking coffee or something, because she answered right away.

RM: You still want me to get you?
C#2: Yep, you'll be here in 10 minutes?
RM: Sure thing

SO I pick her up and we head to the South Shore Pad (aka "The Crib"), and I'm thinking like "maybe I could use the sleepy approach and take her home in the morning. Sounds like a plan". So we watch a lil TV, at about 2 or so I'm truly sleepy so I tell her to come and lay in the bed. I turn on the TV in my room (because I'm on of those types that sleeps with the TV on), and hey lookahere - I'm falling off to sleep. I was doing good. Then Lil Rob Mack came outta hiding. He told me "whoa, it's a chick in the bed! It's been like 2 months. I gotsa have that!"....

Well needless to say, he (I) got it.....

It was good, I mean its never bad with her, BUT....It wasn't GREAT....you know grrr-REAT!

Why? Two things come to mind.

1. Out of all of the times me and her have messed around, I've only got head *1* time. And that one time I had to ask and she had to think about it for a second. What kind of BS is that? I mean I aint the type to ask for it on every occasion, but DAYUM hook a brotha up every now and then. And no I wasn't deep sea diving if I wasn't getting nothing in return. Actually I've never went there with her, I was going to one time but she stopped me beforehand, saying that she never liked it. WOW, that's a first. So I'm sitting back thinking like "damn, I'm breaking this chick off and I can't even get it like I want"....I hope Lil Rob Mack is happy, cuz it might be another 2 months buddy!

2. I layed back afterwards thinking that this would have been much better with someone else.........hmm.....maybe I fantasizing about Gina, or maybe not......hmm.........

SATURDAY night, was Tiger's B-day. So we all went out to Dave and Buster's, her and her man and me and.....yep, the aforementioned Gina. Tiger really likes Gina. She told me "I don't care if yall don't work out, we're still going to be friends!" LOL. Gina seems to be well versed at games, or I was just off my square that night because she whipped me in just about every game we played. But wait before I get off of the D and B tip, why are their steaks so damn little? I was like, "Uh I asked for steak, not this hamburger patty!"....lol.....

Afterwards, it was late and we were all tired. But we when got back to my crib, it was windy. And when its windy in The Windy City , that means that the waves are out creating that unmistakable sound. It sounded so cool. I coaxed Gina into laying down for a couple of hours while the waves were going. She actually stayed thru the night. No, nothing happened. I told yall I'm taking it slow with her, and just let things happen if they do.

For the rest of this week, I'm going to be studying lines and technique for this play. This might be my only entry of the week. The original Jason is still lurking, trying to get a show in. But I got all 3 shows locked. He don't even know all of this lines. But we'll see what happens. Like I say, if anyone is interested in checking this play out and you're in the Chicago area around June 16 and 17, hit the boy up at RobertMack52779@sbcglobal.net

Thanks again e'ybody for Reading,

The Thespian Robert Mack

WHAT SHOULD I DO PART 2

2006-06-09T09:15:00.000-05:00

Let the record show that I did blog 3 times this week (NSANE!).....

Here's another instant message session with the aforementioned Chappelle # 2 from yesterday...

C#2 (10:33 AM) - what's up punk?
Robert Mack (10:33 AM) - lol
Robert Mack (10:33 AM) - why i gotta be a punk?
C#2 (10:34 AM) - why not?
C#2(10:34 AM) - lol
Robert Mack(11:31 AM) - what time are u leaving
Robert Mack (11:31 AM) - 330
Robert Mack (11:31 AM) - i see
C#2(11:46 AM) - what r u talking about?
Robert Mack (11:47 AM) - nothing. i just wanted to know what time you were leaving
C#2(11:47 AM) - oh ok
C#2 (1:45 PM) - excuse me?
C#2 (1:45 PM) - hello?
C#2(1:46 PM) - r u there?
Robert Mack (1:46 PM) - what are u talking about
C#2(1:46 PM) - lol
C#2 (1:46 PM) - i'm trying to get your attention
C#2(1:46 PM) - still on for tomorrow?
Lil Rob Mack (1:47 PM) - yeah we're still on.
C#2(1:48 PM) - ok. i'm just making sure.
Lil Rob Mack (1:49 PM) - i would have to pick you up right?
C#2(1:49 PM) - yep
C#2 (2:18 PM) - i just noticed an email from Ricki. Were there any ideas on what our team would be doing?
Robert Mack (2:19 PM) - i had an idea for a crossword puzzle, using the names of the work people
C#2 (2:19 PM) - r u going to put that together?
Robert Mack(2:20 PM) - yeah i was....ill put it together on sunday
C#2 (2:20 PM) - ok.
C#2(3:22 PM) - Ok I'm outta here. Could you please call me tomorrow before you go to (2nd job)?
Lil Rob Mack (3:22 PM) - call you at like 545pm?
C#2(3:23 PM) - yeah

Well....

Notice that Lil Rob Mack came in outta nowhere and answered a few questions for me. Now I know how Slish and Slash fight with each other. LOL. I'm hoping something comes up and she can't make it. Trying to avoid getting some ass. Ironic, huh?

My question of the day is, does anyone remember Chester Cheetah Doritos? Simply put, they were Doritos that taste like Cheetos. I remember them circa 1995-96, I was a junior in HS (the year I forgot what school was), and I used to get the 99 cent bag almost every day, and go home and watch the Bulls (this was the record breaking 72-10 year). I asked my fellow peeps and they acted like they didn't know what I was talking about. Just to make sure I wasn't in the twilight zone, and being the internet nerd I am (LOL), I did some research. Wikipedia does have a list of discontinued flavors, and low and behold, it does list Chester Cheese as a flavor. I guess it didn't sell too good, because it wasn't around for too long. But does anybody remember those besides me?

Showtime is one week from today.

Thanks for reading, and have a great weekend,

Robert Mack and
Lil Rob Mack :)

What should I do?

2006-06-07T09:29:00.000-05:00

Ok, here's a instant message convo with Chappelle # 2 the other day. No editing.

C#2 (4:33 PM) - Hey
Robert Mack(4:33 PM) - hi
C#2(4:33 PM) - you got plans on saturday?
Robert Mack(4:33 PM) - not that i know of...nope...
C#2(4:34 PM) - good, because i have the kind of headache that only one thing can fix
C#2(4:34 PM) - can i plan to see you sometime this weekend?
C#2 (4:34 PM) - oh shit/
C#2(4:34 PM) - damn
C#2 (4:34 PM) - forget it
C#2 (4:34 PM) - fck
Robert Mack (4:34 PM) - what's wrong?
C#2(4:35 PM) - we're supposed to have a little get together saturday night just so the ladies can kick it together before my mom leaves.
C#2(4:36 PM) - shit
C#2(4:36 PM) - i forgot about that
C#2 (4:36 PM) - fck'
Robert Mack (4:36 PM) - thats ok i got fri night after 12 or sunday
C#2 (4:36 PM) - fri night is fine

Ok, here's the scenario. Those that have been reading my blog know that I've had an on again/off again thing with Chappelle #2 for the last 6 or so months....Most recently, it was off. She was the last person I was with, about 2 months ago. (Yeah two months, I'm trippin). But I was calling myself trying to hold out for something new (maybe Gina, maybe someone else.....) however "little Rob Mack" is telling me that he's been locked up for too long. As as matter of fact, it was Lil Rob that gave that answer "friday night after 12"....The Real Robert would have gave it some thought, as I'm giving it thoughts now. I don't know. And it doesn't make matters any better seeing that it may be a while before I can get Gina in that way. Talking to her last night made me see that although I do vibe with her, she is still 21 and I see the "21" in some of her ways. So some of yall can cancel the "Rob's got a girlfriend" talk....but back to the issue here....should I go ahead and lift my 2 month ban with Chappelle # 2, or just hold out?

Thanks for Reading,

Robert Mack and
Lil Rob Mack :)

Tagged by Nsane Lee Sane

2006-06-06T08:52:00.000-05:00

I got a few things on my mind, but I'll start off with the Tag from Nsane.....

1. If you could be doing what you really want to be doing for a living, what would it be?
Acting, big screen or small screen. Personally, I really don't want to be big starlike a Brat Pitt or Tom Cruise, I wouldn't mind being someone like Clifton Powell (Pinky from Next Friday). You know, famous and making money but not constantly having your life scrutinized and being chased by papparazzi....I hate people all in my business...

2. If you could slap the shit out of any famous person, alive or dead, who would it be?
Wow, this is hard, never really thought of slapping the shit outta anyone. Maybe Mike Jones so he can quit sounding like a broken record. (Although his repetitious flows have reluctantly grown on me. Sort of.)

3. What's the dumbest decision you've made in the past 5 years?
Hmm 5 years??? I would say that I should have tried to get into acting sooner. I really didn't give it a try until 2003. But I've wanted to act since I was a freshman in college back in 97.

4. Give up one for a year: (good) sex or (good) music.
That's easy. Music. I listen to sports talk all day, so I don't need music. But good sex, BOY!....Good sex have you going around at work with a hard dick just thinking about it....

5. Dudes, would you rather have a big dick or a great sense of humor?
Ladies, nice tits & azz or common sense?
Hmm, Give me the piece like Lex Steele. Chicks can tell their friends "He aint funny, but he keep my ass climbin walls!"

6. So you've been invited to an all expense paid Blogger Prom in The Bahamas. You're sitting at the bar on the beach. Which blogger do you want to join you for hours of good convo?
Hmmm...too many to name...but the real question is Why are we in the Bahamas and just "talking"? Especially if she got on an orange bikini? (Sorry just visualizing some people....my bad)

7. Which blogger would you most like to cuddle with on the beach? (and don't defer to your current signif other either. Infidelity won't count against you. Duh.)
Hmm, another difficult decision, this is why I could never be on a show like EliminDate, I would be trying to keep them all......Let's see....hmm *pondering*.....I'm not ready to admit my blog crush yet....(heh, heh, heh....)

8. You're going on a 5 hour road trip...which 5 CDs do you bring?
a. Notorious B.I.G. "Ready to Die" (Big's first....you can't beat that)

b. Mary J Blige "What's the 411" (Very Hard decision between that and "Mary")

c. Jay-Z "The Blueprint" (Perfect Combo of Jams plus Lyrical Content)

d. Eminem "Slim Shady LP" (That was back when he was about lyrics. I don't know what the hell he doing now....)

e. Makaveli - "The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory" (I'm not a huge Tupac fan like most, but I love this album from beginning to end)

9. Would you rather bury your children young or have your children bury you young?
That's crazy....I mean I guess the kids can bury me...I don't feel right answering that one...But I want the kids to at least live as long as me...

10. What's your biggest insecurity?
LOL. That's easy. What's the name of my blog????????????

11.What's the first blog you read every day...or however often you read them? (And I swear to God, don't be saying mine just cuz I'm the one asking...unless of course you really mean it. lol)
I check out the boy Knockout Zed every day. He very consistent with his blog, even if its just to write a quick thought (I hate whitey! Thanks, KZ........LOL!!!!) But everyone on my blog list I check out regularly. It's so hard though cuz I do get bogged down at work (and checking out Ebay, lol) so I can go days without checking out my blog or anyone else's. But please let it be known that I look at everyone's blog that leaves a comment for me. I just don't comment because sometimes if I don't have a *cognizant* thought, I'll just read it and keep going. And some people are so popular that they probably wouldn't notice If I commented or not, but I aint trying to say no names (Royce's Daughter) lol...

12. When's the last time you peed your pants?
I didn't pee "in" my pants, but I peed "on" them. I was working at Walmart as a stockman, and I was gathering carts in parking lot, and it was about 11:30 or so. I had to pee really bad and I didn't feel like going in because I had a gang of carts to corral. So since there was no one around, I decided to relieve myself by this tree in the parking lot. But it was kinda windy....so after a few seconds I looked down, and let's just say my blue jeans had a greenish tint to them (LOL....)

13. Which was better, your first kiss or your first pay check?
My first paycheck, by far....but as I write this, my first kiss wasn't bad either....good question...but I'm going with the dough..

14. Do you have kids? Naw.....? Want some?? Yeah, 3 or 4 rugrats...all with the same baby momma (wife)...so If I get married, aint gone be no divorcing shit....

15. You get dropped off at home after the office holiday party by your bitch azz boss that you can't effing stand...you exit the car and he peels out, runs a red light at your corner and rolls up an unsuspecting midget. The next day the midget watch groups are on TV outraged at the heartless hit and run, and are calling for any witnesses to please come fwd...that half dead midget has a family at home waiting on C-mas presents. Would you take $1000 hush money? $500? $100? A six pack?
Naw that shit would eat at me for the rest of my life....I would come clean...besides the midget watch groups probably would have a bigger reward.....

16. Live the rest of your life without your eyebrows or your fingernails? People like my thick, dark (but not John Madden-bushy, lol) eyebrows so I would lose the fingernails. That way I aint gotta worry about possibly scratching a chick's walls :)

17. What makes you angry? Females that talk about what a guy drive and how much money he got. Females that don't kiss on the first date. If we feeling each other, what's the wait?? Looking at my bank account lately...it was straight until I got the TB. I'll be straight again in about a month....Looking at these actors that turn diva and big time. You know when you hear shit like (insert famous person) requested the room temperature at 72.6 degrees and only green m&m's in a red bowl...What the fuck is that? If I ever make it big, I would be the coolest. I'll make the fan feel like the star.

18. What makes you horny? Money in bank account (gives me confidence).. Reading Nsane's blog when she talks about wet, sloppy..never mind.....Looking at Missy Negropino in her dresses...Chicks that have really wet pussies, I mean dripping. Like whoa, put some of that on me!...Cherokee from Booty Talk....hell a lot of Chicks from Booty Talk and Jake Steed "Freaks Whoes and Flows"....Thinking back on previous chicks that hit me off with some serious head (honestly I would say only 3 or 4 in my lifetime were dope with it. Maybe 5.)...Summertime in Chicago because females are dressing less and looking edible!!!! Is that enough? I can keep going...lol...

19. What makes you nervous? Thinking I will still be in the same working situation 5 years from now. Thinking I will be like 35 or something and look back like "Why didn't you do that Rob when you were 27, 28,........"

20. What makes you smile? Acting. Driving now (LOL). Wondering if Dynasty's lips are really that soft looking and juicy....Looking at my blog seeing a lot of comments. That feeling of liking someone a lot and finding out that they feel the same way.

Question: Does anybody wear FUBU anymore? What about Karl Kani? I remember 1992 in 8th grade and everybody in the hood was rocking the signature Kani shirt. I wanted one really bad. I was mad because my aunt bought me 2 shirts and shorts but she didnt buy them until the summer, so didn't anyone from my school see me in them. LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anybody seen this commercial yet? Them White boys was doing it, right? They knew the words and e'thing...

Thanks for Reading, one down 2 to go (cuz I said I was going to blog 3 times this week)

Robert Mack

May is OVER!!!!

2006-06-02T09:17:00.000-05:00

The title says it all.

I am so happy to get that month over and DONE. With me going to court, "license-gate", getting a new truck, learning roles for 2 plays AND trying to figure out what to do for my birthday was hectic on the boy. All while trying to maintain 2 jobs working 6 days a week. Yep. I am glad to see May in the rearview mirror. I tried to think of a clever title for today's entry, but I just said eff being clever, the title was my first thought when I came on today.

That was how the people at work did my desk. Nice, right? I wasn't even expecting it....Oh, my birthday you ask? I went to the batting cages/miniature golf/go-kart spot with family, and Gina was in tow. We was out there for what seemed like the whole day. Afterwards, I went out to eat with the fam (nope not the Brazilian steakhouse I wanted...) and I was so tired after all of that, I went home and slept the night away...

Now lets stop for a minute.

Was it a night of hijinks, going to a club with the fellas, drinking till my heart's content, meeting some random chick and taking her back to crib to wear her out????? Nope, none of that. But last Saturday was one of the happiest days I've had in a long time. I had a big smile on my face the entire day and night. I'm not sure if I'll ever be the club goer/henny drinker/blunt smoker, but one thing that I'm trying to realize about myself is that I have to be comfortable in my own skin, regardless of what people may think of me. Call me boring, call me "simple" (LOL), but I did what I wanted to do that day, except for the steakhouse. Oh and I didn't get a chance to see "everyone" I wanted to see that weekend, but hey the summer is just starting and I'm sure they'll be plenty of other times. My ship will be stationed in Chi-town for quite a while (LOL). And I got a lot of calls from people, which left me shocked and in awe. I guess a few people DO like me......

Back to Gina. If I must say so, me and her are vibing quite well. She met the fam and fit right in. She kinda reminds me of a petite, pretty female version of me, if there is such a thing.....The other night, we got to my crib and we missed the Heat/Pistons game. She came right in and turned the TV to Sportscenter to find out who won. I just sat back like "wow"......not to mention that she's been helping me go over my lines for this next play, which will be June 16 and 17, if anyone is in the Chi-town area then shoot an email to the boy at RobertMack52779@sbcglobal.net and I'll shell out the what, where and when's.....

As far as me and Gina, I'm just taking it day by day. Remember, she is "auditioning" herself. But so far, she's got the role held down. But it's still early. The Director (me) is still searching for a few "understudies".........

I promise (write it down, take a picture) to BLOG more this month. May was just hectic and June looks to be a lot smoother.

Thanks for reading as always,

Robert Mack

26 years and 365 days............

2006-05-26T08:36:00.000-05:00

Alright so this is the last day I'll be 26 forever....the year went by very quickly. It seems like just a few months ago I was in Dallas chillin with Smooth, Tiger, and his D-town peeps.....I was tipsy off of Hypnotiq and Sprite (something I hate to admit on my blog, but hey I'm not a drinker) and my cousins tell me I was going around asking "who wanted to fuck".....LOL.........

But back to 2006........I'm still fighting with myself, still trying to find my niche in life, still trying to be comfortable in my own skin, still trying to "find myself"........I guess what I would like to know from the masses is, is anyone else going thru this same predicament I'm in? I'm trying to tell myself to live a little more, especially with me getting older, instead of being confined to the crib watching sports all day. But let me tell yall, its hard as FUCK. I'm an excuse-maker. Always looking for reasons NOT to do something. My biggest excuse was working Saturday nights at my second job, but that ends after June 3rd. So with the summer coming up, I'm going to try to open up more.

So below is me writing a letter to myself for the past and the future.

To Robert Mack age 26: You sat around feeling sorry for yourself at times, hooked up with some chicks that angered you to the point where you changed your whole demeanor, but one of the best decisions you made was picking up a second job because you were tired of being broke. You almost quit after a few months because you felt that the life that you didn't have to begin with was even less, but you stuck thru and bought you another truck, not to mention that you found time to do a couple of plays, which renewed your love for acting.

And to Robert Mack, age 27: I hope you understand that your future is NOW, its "Put up or Shut Up Time". Don't let nobody hold you down, but most importantly, don't hold YOURSELF down. Get out in the world, young man. You got the truck that you worked your ass off for, nice looks (LOL), own crib, in a city full of fine ass black women....get ur done...FUCK what anybody has to say about you and how you go about your business......

Easier said than done.

And I still don't know what I'm doing tomorrow, but I really want to check out a brazillian steakhouse.

Thanks again everybody for reading, and have a happy and safe Memorial Day Weekend,

Robert Mack

Here we go again.......

2006-05-24T09:15:00.000-05:00

As I gaze at the calendar, I see that it is May 24th. 3 days until my birthday.

BUT, the date that stands out to me currently is May 17th, which is the last time I updated my blog. Why? Because that's how I am, unfortunately. Very wishy-washy. One minute, I love blogging and I think of things to possibly talk about with the masses, and the next minute I have no interest and I'm ready to "fade into Bolivian" (LOL if anyone knows where I get that from). I will TRY to improve. I'm a classic Gemini, what can I say?

So here's a couple of things on my mind.

* I'm feeling proud of myself (LOL) because I bought a keyless entry remote off of ebay for like 99 cent and programmed it myself. If I would have went to the dealership to get a remote and get it programmed, it would have been around 50. Resourceful. Or as some people might call me in a subtle way, "cheap" (*wink*).

* Speaking of cheap, remember those rappers the Sporty Thievz? They made the song Cheapskate (You aint gettin nada....from us) and they did "No Pigeons", which was the answer to TLC's "No Scrubs".....Well I've been bumpin their 1 and only album lately in the whip called Street Cinema, which came out in 1999. They were a really tight group, unfortunately one of the rappers named Marlon Brando was killed in an auto accident, so I'm assuming that the other 2 quit rapping after their boy died. I liked them because every song on the album was telling some kind of story, and the songs didn't talk about ice and cars, well except for what the females WASN't gettin' outta them. If they would have stuck with it, they could have been mainstays in my opinion.

* Me and Chappelle # 2 haven't had too many words over the last few weeks. She asked me last week if I needed any help with any of my accounts, but I was cool. Professionally, we'll always assist with one another. That will never be a problem. But personally, I think, well I know , that I'm trying to distance myself from her. I'm trying to convince myself that I don't like her for more than a few "encounters" in the past. She pisses me off with her lack of communication, so in turn I guess you can say I turn off all communication. Because my feeling is, if she wants to talk, she knows how to open her mouth, like the one time nearly two months ago (literally AND figuratively). I think what cooled me off on her was when she didn't call me to let me know that she wasn't coming to play, and she gave me a lame excuse in my opinion. If you can't make it, fine, but just let me know either way. A call to my phone takes about 15 seconds. But the main thing is, I'm just distancing myself........

* My cuz Smooth is not coming into town, and that sorta popped my enthusiam balloon. But I'll be aiight, gotta keep the show going! Tiger and her boyfriend are down to do something, but the thing is, I really don't want to do much. I'm not a clubber, but I'll go if Smooth is in tow. I was thinking of going to a Cubs game Saturday, and just going out to eat that night and chillin at the crib watching a movie with a special lady....but I don't one of those yet.....
Gina, the chick I talked about in the last story, would like to hang out on Saturday but I'm undecided......I might just post up at a bar by my lonesome and call it a night.

I'll promise to be back by Friday. That's a Robert Mack seal of approval. Besides I had to blog today because I'm sure yall tired of seeing my black cheesin' ass with my yellow ass Sean John shirt on...LOL!

Thanks for Reading,

Robert Mack

Coming outta Hiding

2006-05-17T12:27:00.000-05:00

I'm having such a good week that I decided to put a face to all of the talk. This is me with my grandmother on Mothers Day this past Sunday. I'm sure someone who sees this is going to say they know me from somewhere, but I'm 99% sure that you've never met me and I've never met you. I guess I just got one of those faces. (Yeah you want to click on it to get the full view, LOL!!!!!! Just playin')

The picture was taking by my father. I lived with him from the time I was 13 to about 20. We never really had a close relationship In my opinion, but as I've gotten older, we've made great strides. A lot of it has to do with the fact that I am so similar to him, so I want to learn more and more about him to know what to look out for in myself. And also because he knows that I haven't succumbed to the negativity of other black men my age. I'll be 27 in about a week, and I don't have any baby mama's and I've never been arrested and I lived on my own since 21, and I'm trying to do something positive in my life. He even called me on Tuesday to tell me he was proud of me. I was shocked. He has a much better relationship with my 2 little brothers, so I am sure that when they become teenagers he will deal with them much better than he dealt with me.

Aiight I'm off the sappy stuff now!

Yep it's official. I told yall I was going to be cheesin' on my license! I'm good thru 5/27/09. I was able to keep my old ID's from when I had just turned 21. I looked at my old pic, looking innocent with my peanut head (because its rounded out now as I've gotten older, lol) and I said to it "Boy if I could go back in time and tell you some things to look out for!!!!"

I'm already starting to build the roster for the "summer league" team. I still got an open invitation for the young girl "Miss Green" that I mentioned in the past, but now I even got a potential starter. Potential, keep that in mind. Her name is Gina, and it's pretty fitting because she sorta resembles Tisha Campbell aka Gina from Martin. As a matter of fact, homegirl is so light that I wasn't sure if she was black, I thought she might have been Puerto Rican. But her name didn't seem spanish, so when we talked on the phone the other night, I was like "forgive me, but I'm certain that your black, just light skin." She replies "Yeah, I'm Black, dominican and haitian." She's 21, with no kids, and she's a junior in college.

Yessir!

LOL.

Um, yeah. Definitely a potential starter. We'll see what happens.

Thanks to all that came by to congratulate me on the new car. All I want to do now is get some Xenon HID lights, I think that those look so dope on cars. I don't even care about rims, I'm not a flashy person.

As always, thanks for reading up on the boy,

The freshly LEGAL (with the state of Illinois) Robert Mack

BLAZIN' my TRAIL....

2006-05-15T08:55:00.000-05:00

Yep, that's me.

To be truthful, I've had it since last Wednesday (The boy can hold water, can't he?). But I wanted to be sure all of the paperwork went thru before I started gettin' all on my blog gloatin'. When I went to the dealership, I was looking at a particular truck, a 2003 blue TB. The salesman looked for it everywhere, but could not find it. After looking for it a few more minutes, the salesman drives up in the TB pictured above. "Whoa" , I thought. This was the LTZ model, the top of the line TB. With the fog lights, leather, running boards, and more (And I never realized how "naked" an SUV looks without running boards, which are those platforms that people use to step into the truck for those that don't know.)

I don't think I can get financed for that. But damn it looks nice.

I drove it around, it didn't feel like I was driving. It felt like I was glidin'. I was looking at the speedometer like "Damn, am I really going 70?" In Dora (my now former Explorer), it took me about 30 seconds to get it up to 60, along with some shaking. But the TB? Just Smooth......(like my cuz, LOL)

Salesman: So do you like it?

RM: Yeah, its aiight (but In my mind I was like "Hell Yeah").

Salesman: Well let's see what we can do.....

So you all know how that goes, back and forth, trying to set a price and payments blah blah blah, but after a few minutes it was done! Payments are a little higher than what I would have liked, but I really got what I wanted, and I plan on paying a lot more than the regular note so I can pay it off sooner. I wanted a black one, and I got a black one. And its got all of the options that I thought I wasn't going to get. And I still don't have my license. But as I'm writing this, I just called the Courthouse and my records have been updated so as soon as I'm done blogging, I'm off to get my license.

I feel vindicated with all of the working I've been doing in the last 8 months. I was ready to quit a few months back because I felt like I didn't have a life, every weekend people would ask what did I do and all I would say was "Well I worked and rested". But getting this truck makes me feel great because I worked my ass off and did it all on my own and no one can take that away from me. But now, I must continue working. I can't stop now. I'm not an award winning actor yet, so it's still 9 to 5 and 10 to 6 to survive.

So Now that I got the whip, the only thing missing is a misses....

Time to build the roster up. Just in time for the summer.

Let the games begin!!!!!

* Oh and I cannot go any further without congratulating my cousin Tiger. She graduated from Illinois State University over weekend, and I'm very proud of her. I couldn't make it to the graduation because I had to work (as usual), but she's having a lil party next weekend and I plan on stopping by. See ya Saturday Tiger *

Thanks for Reading,

Robert Mack

Now YOU ALL have to play THE WAITING GAME....

2006-05-12T09:38:00.000-05:00

I got some news to tell. But it will not be until Sunday night, when I am in the confinement of my crib. Translation: I'm at work and I got "work" to do, and I don't have time to get everything out at this time. But I'll give a hint: Not having my license renewed quite yet won't hinder me from what I want.

Come back early Monday morning.

Thanks again as always for Reading up on me,

Robert Mack

The Waiting Game.......

2006-05-09T12:48:00.000-05:00

You all see that image to the left here? Its an Illinois' Drivers License. (LOL) I want one. I want one right now! But I have to wait, hopefully just a few more days. I have to wait until Will County updates their records to show that my cases from last week are paid and settled. My license expired last year and I couldn't get it renewed because of those unsettled tickets from 6 years ago. Well thats all settled. Thankfully, its just expired and not suspended. But I need to get it renewed by my B-day (5-27) or else I would have to take the written and driving exam again. I still remember the day I went to take my driving test. It was just a few weeks past my 17th birthday. I was extremely nervous because I heard that them DMV people didn't play and would make you come back 2, even 3 times! I did good but I messed up while doing a reverse turn and the instructor was like "What are you doing???" I thought he was going to fail me, but I passed on my first try. I still wish I had that original license. That was back when Illinois still did the laminated paper version with the Abe Lincoln holograph in the middle. They say guys don't smile on their license to try to look tough, well eff that! I had the kool-aid grin going back in 96 and you can bet when I get it renewed this time I'll be cheesin' from ear to ear as well.

Oh the play? It went well. It would have been nicer if more people came, but oh well, I wasn't a main character. Chappelle # 1 was supposed to come, but "was in church all day and was so tired that she needed to get some rest". Was I mad or disappointed she didn't come? Naw, not really, maybe a smidge. But she ain't gotta know that. I'll let her think I'm mad for a few days so she can think of some way to make it up (LOL). People tell me I did a nice job, I would like to see the tape to concur. The Co-director has her own play in about a month, and I'm the understudy for the main character. Is that wrong of me to hope that one of these main characters get sick or fall off of the face of the earth so I can come in and take over? This play is about this guy who thinks he's a playa and comes up with a fool proof way of getting what he want out of females and avoids any kind of emotional bind. But his life takes a turn when his previous girlfriend comes back into his life with a surprise. The character that I'm an understudy for is a guy named Jason, who is an educated black man but is getting played for a fool by his gold-digging girlfriend. There's one guy who dating an older chick, and another who has a girlfriend but also has an overbearing mother that will not stay out of his life. I would love to be any of these 4 guys, and although there is some pay I would do it for free because I enjoy it.

I need some new females on the team.

Oh sorry, that was just a random thought.

Thanks for Reading,

Robert Mack

I need a woman.....or a secretary......or both....

2006-05-05T10:43:00.000-05:00

I can honestly say that this has been a crazy, crazy week. Let's begin.

* As I've chronicled in the past, I had to go to court to resolve some matters from 5 and 6 years ago. One was for driving without insurance in 2000. I'm almost certain I had it but for some dumb ass reason (I was 20 at the time) my insurance info was in the trunk but the officer didn't allow me to get out to look for it. And I would have been fumblin' thru my junky trunk anyways to look for it. I never remembered getting a court date for it; possibly because it was sent to an old address in Rockford, as I moved back to Chi-town a few months earlier.

* In 2001, I was stopped for driving on a suspended registration. Again, a court date was set but I do not remember ever receiving one. I was still young at kinda dumb at the time, but I'm smart enough to know to never skip court no matter what the situation is.

Since I never went to court for either; the fines were 621 for no insurance and 1021 for suspended registration. I went to court last month to file a motion to vacate, and the prosecutor agreed that If I show that I have insurance on my current car and show that I no longer have the suspended registration car anymore, my fine would be reduced to 150 and 70, respectively. Ok the insurance thing is no problem, but the car..........

The whip in question was my 92 Park Avenue. I quit driving it once I got a "Lac Seville STS (I thought I was cold, LOL). So I let my boy Big One drive it around (again, me being young and dumb), and he was going to take care of it for me but it eventually needed some fixing and was inoperable. This fool left my car out with no plates on the street and the city towed it, and didn't tell me for quite a while......it took me a while to forgive him. The city eventually crushed the car to a cube a la Christina. So what does that mean now? I can't tell them that the car was towed away by the city, or else that fine would stand. So I've been wracking my brain all week trying to figure out how I was going to plausibly prove I didn't have this car anymore. I thought of a few ideas......it didn't come together until Wednesday.

I won't say what I did, for self-incrimination sake (LOL), lets just say "it wasn't right". So I went court on Thursday, really sweating the situation, wondering will the judge or the prosecutor see thru me. Again, I was dressed for the part, and again, I was the best dressed person at court that day. I'll never understand for the life of me why people don't look at least somewhat presentable when coming before a judge. One dude had on a white tee, some Space Jam Jordans, and black jogging pants rolled up to the knees.

It felt like forever waiting for my name to be called. Once it was called, the judge referred the cases to the prosecutor again. So I had to wait once more. After a long while, the prosecutor called me and another guy, who had a ticket from 1992 (WTF?) that he said he already paid. So he dealt with him for what seemed like another hour, but was maybe 10 mins. Then he got to me.

He looked over my insurance cards. OK

Now its time for the "proof of trade in of old vehicle". I was expecting him to really look at the info, but surprisingly, he barely glanced over it. OK

It's over!..........

The judge called me again, I agreed to pay 220, and I'm out the door!!!

But wait, its still not entirely over, yet. I have to wait until the system updates my info in the system, which takes about 3-5 business days, before I can get my license renewed. Which means I gotta drive from Chicago to F*ckin Joliet (about an hour and 15 mins) to get this info to give to the DMV. But the hard part is over.

* All of that work on trying to get my court 'ish right and I forgot that I had an appointment with my second job (the cable spot) to request the holidays off. See at my first job (the computer spot), we're off on the major holidays, no questions asked. We even get an extra day off it the holiday falls on a Tuesday or Thursday. But at the second job, its different. You have to put a bid in for your schedule, and it's based off of seniority. I get home last night, look at the caller id and I see my second job's name and number. WTF? You don't like to see that your job has called your house, especially on your day off (Friday fans, LOL). So I'm trippin' anxiously waiting to listen to this message.

"Hi Robert, It's "such and such" at the cable spot, and you didn't come in today to do your Holiday Bid. Please call us back either tonight or in the morning"

DAMN, DAMN, DAMN!!!!!

I couldn't sleep, because I knew that if you forget your appointment, you go to the end of line. Which means that I'll probably get to work a crappy a..ed schedule. And I liked having the holidays off to see family that I don't visit, especially my peoples in Texas. My only saving grace was that my appointment was the last one on the list yesterday, and my group still had appointments for this morning. So I go in and ask them to forgive my lack of punctuality.

"Oh that's ok Robert, come on in and tell us which Holidays you want off"

Whew!!! We're required to work 2 of the 7 major holidays (they count MLK as major), so I agreed to work Christmas and MLK. I don't have any kids, so Christmas doesn't mean much to me. And my schedule for that day is so early (7-11:45am) that I can still kick it with family afterwards. And I would have to work at my first job on MLK day anyways, so that's not a big deal. Which means I pretty much have all of the holidays off!

* I even managed to check out some TB's. The place I went to tried to sell me on this base model, but it looked too bare to me. It didn't even have tinted windows in the back. How me and Chappelle #1 going to have any truck action if I don't have any tints? (LOL). Plus it was white. I told them that I'm going to wait until I find something I really want.

* Showtime is tonight, tomorrow and Sunday. Thank you to all who have wished me luck. Somehow, Someway, I've remembered my lines for the most part.

Oh and one more thing, I won't be chidin' folks for not blogging for days at a time. As you can see, I haven't blogged in a week. To be honest, I haven't even looked at anyone's blog let alone mine since last week, so I got a lot of blog reading to catch up on.

Hopefully the female stories find a way back on here once I get all of my 'ish together.

Thanks for reading as always, and have a nice weekend,

Robert Mack.

Here's to the Weak-end?

2006-04-28T10:45:00.000-05:00

Well, first I'm going to keep a promise. Here's a better picture of Lake Michigan from my crib on the 20th floor. Damn, it does look nice if I say so myself. You can click on it to get the full view if you wish.

Well I've got a hectic week ahead for me. I call it the countdown.

4. Next Thursday I have to go to court.

3. Hopefully immediately after that I will go and get my license renewed.

2. Sometime before that weekend is over, I would like to be whippin' a TB. (But 4 and 3 have to happen first, especially 3)

1. I have the play on next Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

I'm getting lauded and applauded for my acting efforts. I guess it is truly my calling, because I was shocked and humbled at the verbal bouquets that were being tossed my way. I was just trying to do a job and not mess up. But I do enjoy acting a lot.

I feel like I need to step my blog game up, because lately I've only been doing 1 or 2 a week. I'm not trying to fall off like my boy Venom. (LOL) I just got a lot on my mind, with the week ahead. Someone told me that I'm obsessed with getting a new truck. LOL. Its not that, its just that I'm afraid that Dora (my 96 ford explorer) is going to die on me on the way to work. But remember when I said she was leaking antifreeze? She hasn't done it in a while, luckily. I'm hoping she can survive another week or 2 and then I'm going to put her to rest (or at least have someone else take her on. Good Luck to that person, she's old and can do it like she used to. LOL) I think once I get my legal and whip situation together that I will be more inclined to blog.

This weekend I don't have anything planned as usual, but I'm sure that Miss Green is going to want to do something. Maybe I'll tell her that I have frat business a la Zed. I really would like to rest, go to work on Saturday night, and watch the Bulls playoff game on Sunday. An action packed weekend, indeed.

Thanks everyone for reading,

Robert Mack

That's a WRAP

2006-04-24T23:31:00.000-05:00

Ok so here's a recap of the last few days:

* I renewed my lease at my apartment. That means I'll be a South side Chicagoan thru May of 2007. It doesn't seem like a year. Maybe its because I'm not home that much so I don't have too much time to stare at the walls. I am fairly please with my apartment building. Yeah it has its quirks, like the hot water acts up from time to time. But the management is always on site, as well as the maintenance peeps. I live in a high rise in South Shore. Here's a pic of Lake Michigan from my apt that I took from my phone. I'll take a better picture later. In South Shore, parking is at a premium. Better yet, parking is a b***h, as I had to parallel park for up to 3 blocks away some nights in my previous building, but here I have underground parking. When people would ask me what I liked about my new place, the first words were always "Underground Parking"! If this same apartment building was on the North (aka White) side of town, the rent would easily be 300 more a month. So what did I do to celebrate? I played hookie from my second job (the cable spot) today, ordered a 5 piece with extra mild sauce from Harolds', and watched my Bulls lose again to the Heat. But they givin' them boys a hard time. Now it's time for them to come to Chi-town for a couple of games. I bet the Bulls win both. Dwyane Wade never does good in Chicago because its his hometown and he tries to do too much. I love his Converse commercial though. Fall Seven Times and Get Up Eight. He should be a Bull, but that damn Pat Riley stole him from us. Oh well. Get off the soapbox, Rob.

* As quickly as I was the star of show, I was benched. Not because I was terrible, but the director felt like I wouldn't have enough time (roughly 2 weeks) to learn the lead role, especially considering I have 2 jobs to go to. So now I'm going to play the pastor.........LOL.....ironic huh, the nickel bag totin' preacher!......."I just need a lil for my cataracts".....
I have mixed feeling about the demotion. Yeah, one one hand, I'm relieved because I wasn't sure If I could learn all of the lines in such a short time, but on the other hand, it would have been a great challenge. And I'm going to miss the potential practice kissing scenes with the leading lady, because she is a nice one!! Oh well.....I'll be the best weed tokin and totin pastor that I could be! It did make me realize that I do truly love acting, which is why I'm going to give it my full attention after this year.

* Finally met up with "Miss Green", the young girl from my previous story. I seen a couple of her pics on her "Myspace" page, and she was nice looking. The girl that hooked us up said that she had a nice body. So on the way over there, I kept messing with her, because she had never seen me; we'd just talked over the phone. I kept saying "You don't know what I look like. I could be Dikembe Mutombo rolling thru!". So when I met Miss Green in person, I was pleased. Ah, nothing like 20 year old poon poon (LOL)....... When I saw her, It made me think to why 19 and 20 year olds star in my favorite Jake Steed and Booty Talk selections and draw the ire of women on the other side of their 30's. You see, these freshly legal chicks still possess that high school high metabolism, you know where she can eat extra value meals and flamin' hots all day and not gain a pound whatsoever, except in the right places. Miss Green tried to show me that she had a stomach and damned near broke her skin while trying to create a love handle. I get out there and I'm thinking that we're going to go out, but she'd rather sit and chill. Sh.. that's cool with me. That means I get to watch the basketball playoffs and not come outta pocket? That's the win-win (LOL) ! It's pretty sufficient to say that she's feeling the boy, with constant questions of "Why are you sitting so far from me" and subtle remarks like "Hmm its too bad we're not at your house". Oh really?
But (because there's always a but), I just don't know about Miss Green. For one she lives too far. Anyone with mapquest can look up Chicago IL 60649 to Elgin, IL and see the distance, and tack on about 30 mins to that because of Chi-town traffic. I did the commute thing last summer with a chick, and I still haven't financially recuperated (LOL), not to mention that I never even got a taste of that ass. But I digress.
Another reason I'm not sure about Miss Green is that she is going to be another smash and grab job. And I got a feeling that she catches feelings quick. Then again I'm also sensing vibes that she is just a young chick looking to get broke off properly by an older cat. LOL, well in any case, I'm going to try to think this one thru with the head on top of my shoulders, not the head that makes legs touch the shoulders.

Thanks for reading,

Robert Mack

Lights....Camera....Action?????

2006-04-20T08:42:00.000-05:00

Normally on Wednesday nights, I'm headed home to watch some Around the Horn and Judge Mathis that's been stored on the DVR. I can't even make the first 30 mins of the show without falling asleep. See, I've worked both jobs on Mondays and Tuesdays, getting only about 4 hours of sleep in on said nights. Wednesday come and I need to recharge for the rest of the week, so I get home and try to watch tv but eventually the tv is watching me.... :)

This particular Wednesday, there would be a slight detour to my humble abode (at least I thought it would be slight). I was going to visit my grandmother, to help her get a new cell phone. Her old one stop coming on, and the guy at the store said that it was not the battery. Not sure of what to do (and not having the proper funds to buy another), I told her I would buy her another. Sidenote: That's one of the reasons I have 2 jobs, so that I can help out a family member in need, as long as its just a "couple dollars". LOL

I go to grandma's house, but she is not there. WTF? She's a Senior Citizen, she should be at home watching Matlock or Murder She Wrote. Oh well, I'll just head home then, because I am quite sleepy. Then I get a call from Tiger. We get the Hello's and Wzup's out the way, and she passes the phone to phone to our other cuz, Jazz the beautician/actress.

Jazz: Where you at
RM: Uh, on 47th and Lake Shore Dr.
Jazz: Alright, come by the shop.
RM (reluctantly..) Aiight.

surprisingly, my grandmother and one of my aunts are already at the shop. Cool, I can kill two birds with one stone here. I get there and Jazz is telling me about this play that she would like for me to be in. She told me about it the other day, but I just can't do it because, again I have the jobs and no time for myself hardly. But, the guy chosen to play this character in the play just stop coming, for reasons unknown. She really needs me to play this guy, and I'm supposedly going to get paid (But I'm skeptical on that front. I'll believe when I see it). Ok, fine. I do need some work, because I haven't done anything this year.

I guess this would be an appropriate time to tell the masses that I have interests outside of computer and cable companies. I'm also an aspiring quasi-actor, for I've been an extra in a few movies. If you blink twice you won't see me (LOL). My goal right now is to continue to work both jobs thru the rest of this year to save money (and get my TB), and then next year try to give as much time to my craft as possible, hoping for a speaking role in something, even if its to say a simple line like "I can get that for you". The difference between saying a few words on camera and being an extra is thousands, literally. This play is far from the Silver Screen, but it is work to put on a resume, you know?

So as Jazz's daughter hands me the script, I ask her which character is me. Her daughter says "Shawn. He's the main character."

Wait.

The main character?

This play is scheduled for May 5th, 6th, and 7th. So, um.....that would mean 2 weeks to memorize the lines to the MAIN CHARACTER and work 2 jobs.....how in the hell am I going to do this?????

Throughout all of this, my aunt pulls me over to the side for a little chat.

Aunt V: Robert, you don't smoke blunts do you?
RM: Naw, I don't mess around
Aunt V: So you don't know a weedman?
RM (surprised): Naw auntie, I'm not sure. I mean I got boys that know peeps, but not me personally
Aunt V: Alright well take this, get rid of it for me (She hands me a lil nickel bag)
RM (laughing): Ok.

So now I got a bag on me, in addition to trying to learn this play.

As I'm skimming thru the play, The guy Shawn looks like an easy character to morph into, as he and I are similar : Hard working, messy crib, looking for love. Shawn is a little more lame than me though. He's ready to marry a chick after dating her for 6 months! Ok, I can do this (I think). Jazz informs me that there is rehearsal tonight. Damn, I am trying to get home to let my body regenerate some energy, but I haven't met any of these other actors and I need to build chemistry and rapport with them, especially the love interest that I'll have.

So we get to the rehearsal, and I come in, meet everyone, do the handshakes and pounds, and one of the ladies was like "hey you dropped something". I looked down and, low and behold, it was the nickel bag that my aunt gave me earlier. I forgot I even had the damn thing.

Talk about being embarrassed. And these are church folk. I pick up the bag, saying "It's not mine. I don't smoke, really" And they were looking like, "Uh-huh. Yeah. Sure". The only thing that would save me in the court of law would be a drug test, because right now I would be GUILTY! I felt so bad, but it seems as though it was quickly forgotten. But now, the next time an NBA player is busted for some weed in his car and he says "It aint mine", maybe I won't be so quick to judge. LOL.

Wow, my love interest is quite the cutie. Peanut Butter complexion, Tig Ole's and backfield in motion.....HIKE!.....There was one scene that called for us to come real close as if we're about to kiss, and it crept up on me....when I read it, I just started laughing hysterically. I just met this girl, and I'm supposed to be up on her like this? So after getting the laughs out, we continue the scene. After going over a few more acts, the rehearsal is over for the night. Everyone gives compliments to me, seeing as though I just got the script a few hours prior. Still, how in the hell am I going to memorize all of this? But, I look at it as a blessing, because I did wonder if I was going to do anything this year with me being so busy. Me and the lead "Jasmine" (because that's her characters' name) exchange numbers to get together for some extra rehearsal time one on one (hmm.....will life imitate art here......)

Again, how am I going to memorize all this in 2 weeks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Damn its now 11:00. I still haven't got any sleep, and I haven't ate all day. So I go to the local italian beef spot, and in there I see this FINE ass female....she look like a slightly darker, shorter version of Salli Richardson, for real. I put my order thru, and I notice that she's having back and forth banter with the guy washing the windows. Not sure what they were talking about, but I heard those 5 words that men love to hear. "I don't have a boyfriend. But its by choice. I just have associates". Now, if my game was tight, I was supposed to pounce on that right away. Instead, I let it register and continued to daydream. She's still going back and forth with the window cleaning dude, while chatting on her Sidekick. Damn, I know she aint say that for Habib the window man, that's gotta be for me right? Ain't no other dudes in here, and there's an older couple. She get's her food, and walks out. All the guys behind the counter say bye to her (cuz that's how dope she was), and I say bye too. Eff that, I gotta at least say something to her...so I go out, trying to put my bid in, but she wouldn't let me get her number. She did take mine, though. Will she call? Doubt it, not holding my breath. But, she left me with something. She told me "Next time, try to talk to me while I'm still in the store".

Damn.

A great woman told me "A closed mouth doesn't get fed". How true is that..............How true is that.........

Thanks for Reading,

Robert Mack

Revitalized and ready to Blog

2006-04-18T09:20:00.000-05:00

Current Events, and more thoughts on the mind of Rob Mack:

Baseball season is back! I'm a sports fan to the 10th power, and my favorite sport is baseball, probably the most boring of the 3 major sports (football and basketball). It is the ultimate thinking man's game, with all of the different strategies and trying to figure out what the pitcher is going to throw. How did I become such a fan of the diamond? Well as I was telling someone just yesterday, I became of fan of baseball (and The Chicago Cubs) because as a 9 year old in the summer of 88, I got the chicken pox. As a kid, you always wanted the chicken pox during the school year so you could miss school. But, mine was during summer camp. Oh well. So since I was on a 2 week lockdown, my only refuge after the morning cartoons and before the afternoon cartoons was Cubs baseball. At the time, math was my favorite subject (before they get you with the Algebra and Geometry), and I would love to sit there and calculate the players' averages. The Cubs were not a good team that year, but the next year they made it to the playoffs, and anytime the Cubs make the playoffs that's front page news, as they haven't won a championship in nearly 100 years. So after the playoff fever, I became a huge fan from that point on. My family says that I picked up the baseball love from my great-grandfather, who died a few weeks before I was born.

I'm very excited about this years team, not only because we're doing good, but also the team is a lil "darker" than in years past. Baseball, unfortunately, has dwindled in the Black community as more of us play basketball and football now, but this years' team features a Black manager, Dusty Baker in his 4th season as the skipper, first baseman (and MVP runner up) Derrek Lee, outfielders Juan Pierre and Jacque Jones, infielders Jerry Hairston Jr and Freddie Bynum, and pitcher Jerome Williams. Go Cubs! (I root for the White Sox as well, but my heart is with the Cubs).

Alright I'm off the sports soapbox now. (LOL)

I was given the day off on Saturday from the second job (the cable spot), so I won't make any guarantees but I'm hoping for some action this weekend. Maybe me and Lil One will make the trek to a club. Something low-key, with some North Side chicks. I'll explain what I mean by that at a later date (For the record, my last ex "Southern Belle" and the unnamed chick were both North Side chicks).

I didn't go out with the young chick, who I'll name "Miss Green", because Chicago was hit with crazy torrential downpours on Sunday and like I said before, she lives about an hour and some minutes from me, so we rescheduled for this weekend.

I think Brandy (chick I got the number from but I haven't called) is kinda mad cuz I never called, but so what? She ain't a dime or nothing, and I don't care. Yeah she thick but what else?

Have you ever liked someone but just not quite enough to make them your girl/guy?That's how I feel about Chappelle # 1. Sucks too, because she's a really nice girl. (And its too hot for the basement smelling Triple Fat Goose coat now, LOL!!!!!!!!!)

The boy Knockout Zed is back and regaling us with Tales from Florida!

I thought I had more to talk about but I guess this is it, so I'll end it here.

Thanks for Reading as Always,

Robert Mack

Microcosmic Mack

2006-04-14T16:10:00.000-05:00

As its nearing the end of the work week, I've noticed that I've only had one entry this week. Why? Because I just don't feel like writing anything.

Is that wrong?

No. Not at all.

There hasn't been any major news or great happenings in the small world of Rob Mack, so I've haven't been in a scribing mood. I always say that if I do have a boring week, I would regale the reading world of past dealings with women. But I don't even want to write about that.

My mood changes, for I am a classic Gemini. Now next week, or even tomorrow, I might have an essay for the masses to gage upon. But now, I don't have much to say.

Oh yeah, I have a tentative date with the young chick from the previous story on Sunday. Maybe I'll write about it, Maybe I won't (LOL).

I do have a question: Ladies (men feel free to contribute as well), the summer is coming and I'm trying to get my cologne game up. What are some scents that drive you wild? I currently have one keeper on the team, which is Jean Paul Gaultier. But what else is out there that I might be sleep on? (And please, don't tell be about AXE. LOL)

Have a good weekend, and as always, Thanks for reading up on the boy,

Robert Mack

Do you ever?

2006-04-11T08:57:00.000-05:00

More of random thoughts/current events.

* Fellas, (or ladies), you ever felt like you were under pressure to date someone that "has it all", or better yet someone that meets the approval of your family or friends? I ask because I feel as though people expect me to be with a certain type of female, a prissy "ballerina" type (LOL). I think that further adds to me being picky. My father is a handsome man (I look like a taller, slender version of him) and my mom is very beautiful. Both are in their late 40's but you would never know at first glance. So I guess part of me is going thru a thing where I want someone who is as beautiful as my mom was at this age. Yeah I know what your saying, I gotta pick someone that I'm truly happy with, I can't live my life for others, yada yada yada...I didn't ask for all of that, I just want to know if others(especially my brothas) go through this same thing?

* Fellas (or ladies), you ever know a chick (or man) that you have moderate interest in but don't really pursue her (or him)? Last week at my 2nd job, this chick named Brandy had interest in the boy that I didn't know about, and just playing around with her , I say "Brandy, let me get your number." Now I'm expecting her to laugh it off and be done with it, but a minute later she stops by my desk with her contacts on a ripped piece of paper. Ok, I'll take it! On Saturday, a few days after "coppin the digits" (LOL), I see Brandy again. I say hello, expecting the same back. But the first words out of her mouth are "Why didn't you call?" Wow. I didn't even think she remembered. I guess she was feeling the boy more than I thought. I came up with some bs excuse, well I am truly busy but if I'm really intrigued, I will find a way to keep in contact. My problem is this, Brandy is a decent looking chick , peanut butter complexion, micro-braided hair, she's thick but she's an extra value meal away from being "big boned". I feel bad because I asked for her number but I don't think I would want anything else but a quick hit or two, and I'm not *trying* to be on that right now (although my actions sometime prove otherwise). And I think that I'm trying to hold out for a more desirable chick as well, and I don't want another sex partner added to the list if she ain't a possible girlfriend. And Brandy aint a possible GF in my opinion. But baby girl is thick, LOL.

* Fellas (or ladies), do you know someone that if, you all could be together, you know for a fact, without a doubt, that it would be love? But that person has another mate?

* I got hooked up with a 20 year old chick by a friend at work. I checked out her picture on her "Myspace" page, and she's nice looking. Problem is she stays all the way out in Elgin, which is a good 60-90 (depending on traffic) from the South Side of Chicago. And she is supposedly going to school out of the area in the fall (although I have not confirmed that yet). So I'm not sure if she is girlfriend material either, but could be a summer back up plan for those nights I don't want to deal with "Mrs Palmer" (LOL, I love that terminology).

* I also feel a need to disclose that just because a women has a child, does not count that person out in my eyes. I just have preferences like the next person, that's all. I might have riled up a few readers (LOL) with my thoughts last week. *Robert luv the kids* I dated a girl last year who had an 8 year old daughter that I liked a lot and she felt the same about me. Apparently the daughter liked me more than the momma, (LOL, maybe that story may come up sometime.....), but that's ok. You live and you learn.

* Just open my mouth. That's what I try to tell myself. Quit assuming so much. Saturday morning, I went into Walgreens, and as I go to the check-out, I notice a pretty, older, short haired woman behind the register. Her facial expression was "don't bother me, just check out your items and get going!". Well I wanted to test that hypothesis, so as I'm checking out, I tell her "Don't look so mean". She then gives a big smile and says "Am I looking mean? I'm not mean, its just been a long morning, that's all. You just wanted to see me smile." And I come back with "Yes, I admit it, but it is a nice smile". (I told you all I have some game, just scared to use it, LOL). The point of that story is that I need to quit assuming, but that's what happens when you think too much. Just like a ball player. It's funny how life and sports imitate one another. A basketball player that thinks too much on the court will not be on the court for long. You ever notice that when a player has an open shot and it takes him an extra two or three seconds to shoot the ball, more times than not he will throw up a brick? Study long, study wrong, indeed.

*There are some very attractive bloggers out there. They know who they are.......*wink*

Thanks all for reading,

Robert Mack

Random thoughts of the Great Midwestern Man

2006-04-07T12:19:00.000-05:00

It's been a very busy and hectic week, so today's installment is going to be some summarized thoughts on current events and what's on my mind.

* I went to court yesterday. I was nervous because the judge was no-nonsense, scolding anyone who didn't have their information ready. My case was so old that he passed it off to the prosecutor. But the prosecutor was not as scolding. He seemed rather pleasant. "Robert, I could make you pay this fine, but........" All I have to do is bring in a few forms next month, and my 1541 fine is reduced to 220. YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

* I think I like "Chappelle # 1" more than I might have said in the past. She is a really nice, smart girl, and can be pretty when she wants to be. She's brown skinned, has medium brown eyes, and has cute dimples. And we have a good, friendly relationship. I just wish that she didn't have a daughter, and plus she's a smoker. She claims that she doesn't do it much, but the other day I noticed a pack of Newport's in her purse. I'm not too fond of smokers, sorry for those who do.

* Chappelle # 2 called me too, left a message saying "Hey Robert, I just wanted to call you, didn't want to be a stranger". I wasn't going to call back, and I haven't, yet. But I didn't want to be a total a..hole so I did send her an email. But she's on vacation. I might call her. Maybe.

* The chick that fell off of the face of the earth (who I've left unnamed) finally called me, when I sent a 2nd email to her asking where the hell she was (thanks to Tiger for recommending I email her one more time)....We had a good 30 to 40 min convo about things, and she's just going thru some things (she lost job, apt). She had to move out of her apt and is staying with a friend until she can get back on her feet, but she does start a new job on Monday. She apologized over and over for not calling me, but I understood. I don't like talking to too many people when I'm down and out as well. Of course me being the classic overthinker thought it was something with me, but she assured me that it was nothing with me whatsoever, and I even went over to see her yesterday.

* I got my new schedule at the second job (the cable spot). I'm going to be off on Saturdays, Sundays and Mondays starting May 21st. Just in time for the summer.

* To my fellas who suffer from razor bumps, you might want to invest in some Andis clippers (the kind I currently have are called the Styliner II) . Just adjust the blades a little, and it gives you a close shave (as if you used a razor blade) without scratching up your face and causing bumps like other clippers (like Wahls) do. I wanted to wait about 2 weeks before giving it my full approval, but I've been using them for about 10 days now and my skin (especially under my neck) hasn't been this smooth since before I started shaving, honestly. Andis clippers are more expensive than what you would find in Walmart, as they are the kinds that a lot of barbers use. But TRUST ME, its worth it. You can find them at your local Chinese (LOL) beauty supply store for like 50 or so, but you can get them off of Ebay for about 35-37 (which is where I got mine.)

*Another note about shaving, I decided to go with the baby face for court so I could look young and innocent and non threatening (LOL), and I was looking at my bald face, laughing, thinking when I was 16 I couldn't wait to grow facial hair so I could look about 25, and now that I'm 26 I don't mind looking 16 now.

*I'm going to get my TB by my b-day (May 27), and no one is going to stop me! Well except for the state, if they don't allow me to renew my license, haters....

That's it for now, thanks e'ybody for reading, Hope you all have a great weekend,

Robert Mack

ASK, and you shall RECEIVE

2006-04-05T08:30:00.000-05:00

What a difference a day makes.

Last Thursday, I was mentioning how I wished that I would find chicks that would come over to the crib late at night waiting on me. Well, the next day it happened, unexpectedly.

Friday night, I received my check from my second job (the cable spot). I always figure my check to be around the same, but this week it was an extra 122 dollars! I guess I was really humping on the cable front for the past few weeks! Well, seeing that it was a Friday night and no one to call, I was going to do what some guys with a couple of excess dollars do - go to the strip joint. I've never been before by myself, but I was really in the mood for a lap dance or two, and afterwards I was probably going to go home and call up *Mrs Palmer and her five daughters* and watch some "Andy Griffith" (LOL for those who seen Martin Lawrence "You So Crazy", you know what I mean).

As I'm heading to my whip, I check my phone. Wow, 3 missed calls. One from Blueprint, always doing his weekly checkup on the boy. I love him for that. Another from "Virgin Girl" (because she's a 25 year old virgin, I talked about her briefly in a fellow blogger's comments. She may come up in later stories), asking when are we going to go out. And then the 3rd call is from "Chappelle #1". You remember her, right? From my "Current Affairs" post. The one that I used to "holla at" a few months back, we work together, and she thought she wanted "more"? Then she changed up a few times deciding if she wanted to talk to me at all? Well after the last time she quasi-apologized, I was done with her. I was tired of the back and forth, the wavering. So I stopped talking to her. But, I've been noticing something about Chappelle #1. She's been dressing better, keeping the hair done, and hasn't had the "basement smell". Maybe it was that old "First Down" coat that was contributing to the scent (LOL, it wasn't a First Down, but remember those circa 1994? E'ybody in the hood had one, not me of course). I wouldn't mind being back on speaking terms with her but my pride set in and just said eff it. Well I get a message from her stating "I want to talk to you, but I'd rather do it face to face so that there isn't any miscommunication". I already knew what time it was.

Let's backtrack to earlier that day. I get an instant message from another co-worker, Sharonda, and it reads "Robert. Come over to my desk. I got something to tell you". (Sidenote: Sharonda was fired yesterday, and I'm going to miss her. She always told me what the chicks were saying about me). So I head over to Sharonda's desk in anticipation of what she's about to divulge to me, and here's how the conversation goes:

S: Guess What?
RM: what
S: I was at lunch with Chappelle #1 and she says that she wants to come over your house tonight with a trenchcoat on with nothing under it! So are you going to handle that?
RM (smiling but keeping composure): Well if she wants anything to go down she's going to have to come to me

*Let me just add in here that Chappelle #1 broke it off with me because she wanted more. I tried to see if I could still hit that anytime, but she wanted nothing of it. So I told her I wouldn't try anymore. That's why I told Sharonda that she would have to come at me*

S: Well you know she's shy, so she might not say anything
RM: Well if she wants it, she'll get at me. And I'll leave it at that.

So fast forward back to Friday night. I call her.

C1: You're not about to go home and go straight to sleep are you?
RM: Naw
C1: Well I just really needed to talk to you about some things and I would rather do it face to face.
RM: Ok, you need me to pick you up?
C1: No, I can drive out to your house
*Wow, she doesn't have a car, so she must've gotten a hold of the keys from Auntie Supervisor and her new whip*
RM: Aiight cool, well meet me at the crib.

I swear I was chubbed up the whole ride home, thinking of what might happen. I meet up with her, park her car in my garage and head up to the pad. We go straight to my room, because the crib is a mess (2 jobs don't give you a lot of time or the wherewithal to clean up. I try to designate Sunday as my clean up day, but since its my only day off from both jobs, I'm trying to catch on rest as well as other errands).

C1: I just wanted to see where we stand, because I try to talk to you but it seems like you're mad at me.
RM: Well yeah, the wavering back and forth did become frustrating, so I just decided to just keep it professional with you
C1: I just needed to think things through because I just got caught up in what I thought I wanted.
RM: Ok, I understand that.
C1: So you're not mad?
RM: I'm cool (because I don't like to say I'm mad. LOL)
C1: Ok then (As she heads for the door and puts on her coat rather abruptly).
RM: Where the hell are you going? First off, you're in my garage, so you can't get out without my keycard anyways, and why are you in a rush?
C1: I just wanted to talk to you face to face to see where we stand, and now I know.
(Now keep in mind that she stayed in the western burbs, and I know she ain't drove all the way out to South Side Chicago for a 5 minute chat.)
RM: Well take your coat off and stay a while. Let's watch some TV.
C1: Ok then (She's taking her coat off now)
RM: So do you still like me?
C1: Well I told you in the email a couple of weeks ago that I missed talking to you and joking around with you.
RM: No, I mean are you still attracted to me?
C1: Well, yeah. I mean that's not something that just goes away.
RM: Here's lay down for a minute.

She quickly obliges. We start kissing passionately, and clothes are coming off. But I stop her midstream. I told her I needed some head. Chappelle#1 had never blessed me before, because she says that she has to be in the mood to. Well tonight was strictly on my terms. It had to be my way, or the highway, literally. Well I must've got her in the mood because she followed through with my wishes. She was pretty good. I'm mad because she was holding out on the *education* (LOL). Soon after we get into the "grown up". It had been a while, so I was trying to make up for lost time, trying to do every position I could think of - "Up, down and around even sideways". surprisingly, I lasted quite a while, getting her to climax a few times. But remember what I said earlier - this was on my terms. I was ready for my own chance to pop a money shot, but I told her I wanted her to "service me until completion" (All the talk about my experience with Tiny had me thinking about it)....Now of course Chappelle#1 had never even gave me head before, and now I'm asking for the ultimate? At first she wouldn't say yes or no, but then after assisting her reach her point a few times, she couldn't help but to return the favor. I swear I felt like the guy off of Scary Movie when I bussed. She told me she only did that once before.

We layed down and went to sleep. She left just before the crack of dawn.

So what now? I don't know. Maybe it was just a one time thing to relieve stress. I won't actively pursue any other "dealings" with Chappelle#1. She's a nice girl but I just don't know about a relationship with her. But it's pretty sufficient to say that we are back on talking terms, LOL!

On another note, I'm really anticipating my court date tomorrow. I'm ready to get this matter behind me and get my new whip by May 27.

Thanks for reading,

Robert Mack

Blogworld, I'm busy

2006-04-04T08:52:00.000-05:00

Hello out there! I received a call from a certain beautiful young lady asking me about updating my blog. I have a great story to tell about last Friday night, however I've been busy the last few days so I'll be updating the blog either sometime this afternoon or early tomorrow morning.

Thanks for coming by, and keep reading!

Robert Mack

Tagged, but I wish I could be Taggin (LOL)

2006-03-30T23:10:00.000-06:00

First off let me say that today was the first day.

You know the first day.

That first warm day of the year. The mercury rose to a balmy 70 degrees today. Just the other night it was 30 and freezing. But that's how Chicago weather goes. No one 'round these parts will be surprised if we get dumped with a few inches of snow by next week.

But back to today. It was the first day, so you know how it goes.

N*ggas ready to show off them rims they've had in storage since the winter. Ready to drive up the block letting e'ybody know they got bass in their whip. Pulling up at the bus stop tryna get at females. Oh and females are bad too - They come outside with the ghetto sandals on. What are ghetto sandals? You know, the ones that got the flowery pom pom thing on the top that you can cop from the beauty supply store on the corner. And what's worse than them? The chinese joints. The ones that got the lace looking covering on the top, and come in different colors to go with all of your Tommy Sport fits (I'm hoping people don't still wear Tommy Sport).

So what's a striking, handsome young lad like myself doing on a beautiful night like this? Getting ready for a date you ask? Calling up Lil One to hit up a Thursday night spot in the Windy? Nope, how about sitting in front of a computer, eating some Popeyes , in some Sean John boxers. I'm such a social butterfly. But things are looking up, seeing as though I'm going to get this new whip (The Trail Blazer or the Explorer) by May 27, I need to work at the second job (the cable spot) a little while longer, maybe thru the summer. The part-timers received shift bids for new schedules. What is a shift bid you ask? That's where you put in a bid to get a better schedule, or just one that you are interested in. I currently work there Saturday nights until midnight, and it kills my weekend, because I hate driving all the way out to the burbs. It's bad enough that I have to do it during the week. By the time I get home, it's 12:45 and I'm ready to lay down and call it a night. Now if I had been doing my "job", I would have females waiting for me at the door for some late night lovin' (Speaking of which, remember Chappelle # 2 from the "Current Affairs" post? One time she told me that it was not ladylike to be coming over a guys crib after 12:00. WTF? I've never heard of that before. She one of them types thats tryna to be all into church now, which is fine, but don't be talking out of both sides of your mouth). But back to the issue, I'll find out what my new schedule is going to be on April 10. The point of telling you all that is to say that hopefully I will have weekends off for the summer so that I can get out of this "drought".

And I was tagged by Missy, and she's threatening me (LOL) to update my blog.

1.How old were you the first time? 15
2. Name of your first I'm going to call her "My First" because she may show up in future stories. We only did it one time, but I got back in contact with her in 2003 and we messed around off and on for nearly 2 years
3. Good or Bad? Meh....(that means ok)....I didn't know what I was doing.
4. Name of the worst and why- I messed around one time with this very unattractive chick, just because she was there. That's one that you'll deny if anyone asks!
5. Name of the Best and why- Hmm, probably a tie between Tiny and My First. Both chicks possess The Marsh. Click on the Tiny story to see what The Marsh means.
6. Weirdest place you ever had sex? My first encounter with Tiny. Not because of where, but because of who was around. Read the story for details.
7. Favorite position? From the back. Nothing like seeing a pretty ass that you can smack and grab
8. Ever fake and Orgasm? I don't know if men can do that. I never have
9. Would you admit it if the person asked? See # 8
10. Favorite time of day to have sex? Anytime is fine with me. But I like broad daylight so I can see what's going on
11. Most times you have had sex in one day? 4
12. Same person? Yeah, we was some f*ckin' rabbits that day
13. Ever fantasize about someone other than the one your with? Yes, a few times
14. Restrictions during sex? Well aint nobody stickin nothing up my ass.
15. Accessories? Just my tongue.
16. What? See above
17. Done it in the rain? Naw but it would be cool to.
18. Done it in a car? Yeah, with Chappelle # 1 in Dora (my Explorer). Nothing like glass tints.
19. Had a Threesome?No, but it is on my To DO list. I thought I found the one in my most recent chick I was dating, but she hasn't talked to me in a while for some strange reason.
20. Want to have sex now? I'm a man, what do you think?

Here's to a good weekend for all of you. Thanks for Reading

Robert Mack

Indecent Proposal

2006-03-29T09:11:00.000-06:00

Before I get started, for those who care to notice, I always use the asterisk in the title whenever I go back into the past....but I bet you didn't notice (or care). LOL

I've only told this story to the fam and some close friends, but I said that if nothing compelling happened in the last few days I would delve into my past. Here goes....

I was watching Kanye West do a sit down session with Sway on MTV a few weeks back, and Kanye was telling his story of why he was homophobic. I instantly understood a lot of what he was talking about. Back in 6th grade when I transferred to a new school, for some reason, I started getting labeled with being called a faggot. Now I wasn't called faggot in the "like men" sense, but faggot and gay in the sense that I wasn't a bad boy that would get into shit. And the fact that I had a high pitched voice and sounded proper as a pre-teen in this ghetto school on the south side of Chicago didn't help the matter, either. Add that to the fact that I never stood up for myself or was scared to get in a tussle (although my cuz Smooth was there and he would have had my back all the way) also didn't help my situation. Anyways being called that really damaged my psyche, I mean I knew I wasn't a faggot, I was just misunderstood because my family taught us about watching the news and had us into politics at an early age, and ghetto kids see you as different from them so their only comeback is to call you names, like gay or faggot or nerd.

Fast forward to the present...in this day in age of so many guys being gay and "DL", I try to stay away from anything that is not considered "manly". I try not to even associate with you are openly gay or have a "sweetness" about you...And this one occurrence made my stance on this issue even more staunch.

Back in 2002, there was a gay dude at my job. He was one of those flaming gays, he would tell you in a heartbeat that he liked dick....so of course I stayed away from him, but he started sitting in the same pod of folks that I was in, and eventually he started talking to me. Now I'm not a complete asshole, if you have conversation with me I'm going to be cordial to you. Still, I kept everything as short as possible. Well, thru ongoing confab's we disclose what parts of the city we're living in, I tell him the area that I live in and he tells me that he doesn't live too far away. Cool, right? Nope.......a few weeks later, "Flame"s car has to be put into the shop, and he's going to need a ride for a couple of days. And who does he ask? Yeah, you guessed it, me. Now I try my best to help people out in need because there may be a time when I might need that same help back, but I was leery of being seen outside of the workplace with this guy because I'm a quiet guy and this former job was like a high school, and you know how it is - people get to talkin'. I've been fighting the gay tag all of my life. This was a wound that I was not trying to open up again. But, hey it's just for a day or two, no big deal right? So I drop off Flame and pick him up and drop him off again over a weekend of working. No problems......

Then a few days later......he says that his car is not going to be ready yet so he needs a ride again for the weekend. I'm agitated, but I agree to help him out......But now he think's that we're cool enough for him to start being more friendly with me....I was working overtime and he walks over to me and says "So Robert, what time are we going home?"

We?

WTF?

I'm dropping you off at your crib, and I'm going home.

Now its about 45 minutes from the job back to the South Side of the Chi, so there's plenty of time to talk. Not that I wanted any part of it. I'm blasting music, trying to listen to whatever I can so that Flame could not talk to me. But Flame felt a need to talk.

As he telling me about his past gay travels (that I have no interest in), he then says "You look like you got a big dick. I can tell from the way you walk. You should let me suck it"...then he quickly comes back with "I'm just playing!"......."But you should let me"......

Talk about being uncomfortable. I laughed it off, but the 63rd street exit on the Dan Ryan Expressway could not come any faster. He then proceeds.

Flame: I'm telling you, men suck dick better than women because a man has one himself and he knows all of the spots
RM: (laughing uneasily) Well that's not something I want to find out
Flame: It's not gay to have a another man suck your dick
RM: Whatever. Anything you do sexual with another man is gay!
Flame: I'm telling you, I've done it with straight guys before
RM: Apparently, they aint straight!
Flame: Im serious. Besides, I only mess with thuggin gay dudes. Dudes who you wouldn't even think are gay are the kinds I like.
RM: (trying to get off of subject) Ok, here's your house.

At this point, I'm almost ready to throw Flame out the car while its still going, and dart off ASAP. But......

Flame: We're doing some remodeling in house, come in to see what we're doing.
RM: Naw man I gotta go (cuz I aint trying to let no one see me drop you off, let alone come in yo' crib?!?! although its like midnight in the late fall.)
Flame: It'll be like one minute
RM: aiight. (car is still running)

I go up to the house, trying not to even step foot in the door. Just peek in and out.

Flame: Come on up

So I reluctantly agree, looking around. I really didn't give a f*ck about the remodeling. I was trying to get up outta there.

RM: Aiight, gotta go
Flame: You sure you don't want me to try that out for you? Just one time?
RM: Nope, I'm good
Flame: Well you know I would never tell anyone...
RM: Shit, I would know. That's enough

So I left up outta there in a hurry, and I was truly disgusted.....Luckily, Flame got fired from the job a few days later, so I wouldn't be his limo no mo' :)

So nowadays, If you're an openly gay man? Stay the F*ck away from me. Don't expect a word outta me. Not even the head nod or the index finger. Even if I think you might be gay, you might get a "what up" in my deepest, manliest voice possible.

The Weekend that WASN'T

2006-03-27T08:28:00.000-06:00

So much for the big weekend.

Saturday, I did go to my boy "Playmaker's" crib for his bbq, even though it was like 35 degrees. It was a typical kickin' it session - Shit talkin', games of Spade and Poker, weed smokin' (I don't take part in that, I'm such a lame....) It felt good because I haven't hung out with all of my boys since October, when "Blueprint" got married. I call him that because he's sorta the blueprint to success. He's the same age as me, 26, but he owns a few buildings in Chicago and has a beautiful wife and lives in a nice house in the burbs. Blueprint was the only one missing today, but the others (Playmaker, Big One, Lil One, and myself) were in the building. I need to come out more often, but the 2 jobs prevent that as well as I have a tendency to be a loner when things aren't going well. Well, actually , I'm quite the loner. I'm surprised I even still have friends. I come up with so many excuses as to why I don't want to come outside. But these are the same friends I had for 13 years now, since freshman in high school, and they've become family. So after kickin it until about 11, I drop Lil One off at the crib and I head home.

Saturday night and not a female to call, well at least not any that I'm interested in.....Wait, lemme backtrack - what's the deal with yall females that are married or got "guys" yet still want to try to holla at me? On Friday, this chick at my second job is taking a liking to me (as in she the one doing the courtin'), she asks me to walk her out to car to talk while her whip warms up. We get to the car, and she's asking all about me, trying to pick my brain, then she says in a matter of fact way, "Well I am married. And me and my husband are still together". So what the f*ck was all of the back and forth banter all about then? "Well my husband is ok with me having friends, I mean we can go out to a bar, but of course he'll probably want to come"..........Naw that's ok, I'm not interested. I ain't sure what you tryna do, but I aint having no parts of it. I might sound like a true lame to the fellas here, but I feel like I'm worth more than being some married or involved chick's sidepiece. Now yeah I did holla at the married chick last year, but that was partly because I was curious, but I did that and its over and I highly doubt if I go that way again...

Back to Saturday night.....now what I should have done was ask Lil One to go out to a club where some prospective females would be, but I bitched up and just dropped him off. I've always had this perception of Lil One that he would never be interested in going out, but earlier we talked and he said he would be down. Well I need to get out of this rut, so Lil One is about to be drafted as my "Going Out Partner", cuz you can't go to the club by yourself. Somebody gotta be there to laugh at your ass when you try to get at that chick and she doesn't even acknowledge you (LOL).

Sunday I watched some team named George Mason make it to the NCAA Final Four by beating UCONN, who I picked to win it all. There goes my bracket, although it was effed up from the first weekend. I was supposed to go bowling with my cuz Tiger, but I didn't even do that. See, what had happened was (lol) I needed to go washing really bad. I'm talking like probably 3 months worth of clothes. Trifling, yes. I'm the type that will continually by new clothes instead of washing. But I promised myself that I was going to wash sometime before the weekend was done, and Sunday was the day. I feel bad because I told her for the last few days that I was going to be down, but again, Mr Anti-social strikes again!

Oh, and I guess I got tagged by InsanelySane, so here goes:

10 different points of my perfect lover.

"She" must

1. Be ambitious.
Don't like chicks who don't at least have some goals in life

2. Like sports.
Of course not on the same level as me, but at least to the point where we can have a relevant conversation

3. Know how to cook.
I aint asking for the 7 course meals, but just the regular stuff (spaghetti, steak, chicken, tacos....now I'm hungry)

4. Be able to hold a conversation, be versatile
I like chicks who can talk about who Flava should have kept, and then turn around and tell me how to diversify my portfolio. I love smart chicks.

5. No kids, no baggage, own job.
I put that all into one. Pretty self explanatory. Maybe if got one shorty (*Insanely*), I could make an exception.

6. She has to understand me.
Very important. I can be a complex person at times, one minute I might be hugging and kissing and the next minute I want my space. She can't let my unbalanced ass get to her.

7. Tell Jokes, be silly
I love silly chicks, because I'm silly myself. We all have that kid in us, somewhere.

Annnnd Now....

8. On the same level sexually as me.
Well ok, maybe not same level, but only a notch below. She can't turn her nose up at a new "thing" I might want to do.

9. Gotta "slob the knob"
To quote Biggie, "#9 should have been #1 to me".....Can't stand chicks who don't do it at all, or who act like it's a chore to do it. (You know, sigh or come up with excuses)..She aint gotta be like Tiny but I would like her to "service until completion".

10 a. Looks
Let me throw this disclaimer out there: I love black women, all colors and shapes....that being said, I'm a sucker for high yellow females (As I hear the collective BOO'S from the non-yellow crowd). It's a Catch 22 at times because those said females can be very stuck up and all about "what can he do for me" which I despise, but there is a magnetic attraction that I cannot explain. That being said, If she got the first 9 I don't care what color she is.

10 b. Body
A chick with a phat (not fat) ass is LOVE!.......Tits are nice, but aint that big of a deal to me.....and quite honestly, I like skinny chicks....find me a skinny light skin chick, and I'm there...LOL.....

Any "females" (and I can't stress that enough!) out there that's up to that challenge and you're in the Chicagoland area, hit me up.

Thanks for reading and sticking with me,

Robert Mack

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