Valentine's with Sugg Knight

Valentine’s Day is right around the corner and it amazes me how many grown ass people still take Valentine’s Day serious. I went to the beauty shop on Friday for my bi-weekly beautification and I walked into several converstaions about Valentine's Day among different groups of woman ranging from ages 25 to 55. After sitting there attentively listening to the conversations, my Stylist asked me if I was aware that my next appointment would be after “Love Day.” After I replied yes and stated that I didn’t have special plans for Valentine’s Day, I was bombarded with questions of why a nice pretty young lady like myself is staying home for Valentine’s Day. Basically I was asked all of the questions that I don’t have answers to at the present moment, because I constantly ask myself the same questions at least once a week. Anyway, I avoided saying one reason I did have a date was because of past experience. I did not want to go into the gory details of the long lost night when I went out with Sugg Knight on V-Day. However you are not so lucky, so here is the Adventure of Valentines Day 2001.

Picture it, spring semester 2001. My suite mate and I took time to pick out a great outfit. Gray skirt, cute red top with gray trim, black boots and black accessories. I went straight to the room after class, instead of making my usual visit to the union, to wash and flat iron my hair to give it that freshly done look. Around 7:30 p.m. I am finished getting dressed and I am just about done putting on my make up, the phone rang and he is down stairs.

I quickly grab my things and get ready to race out the door. {I am not sure if I mentioned this was a blind date, a guy that I was cool with hooked me up with his friend. His friend saw me before on campus and, of course, he thought I was cute. My friend was very handsome, so you figured birds of feather flock together….Back to the subject at hand}

I walked out of the building to the side parking lot and I see this very tall handsome guy, who is built just the way I like ‘em. Brown complexion, about 6’2-6’3 with meat on his bones. The man was sexy. I instantly thought oh yeah this is going to be a great night. But then….Oh but then, the man I am looking at takes a girl by the hand and escort her to the passenger side of his car. Obviously this is not my date. A few seconds later my eyes focus in on a guy who is also tall. His features are reminiscent of Sugg Knight. Now Sugg Knight was not an ugly guy, but you had to be there to see that get-up (out fit if you are a tad bit slow). The fit was totally out of line. Now I am attracted to guys of a bigger built, but I can’t and refuse to do sloppy big men. Anyway, picture this, he had on a gray polo style shirt that was tight on his belly, khaki pants that was also to tight, high water, and tapered legged, and brown chucky boots. The pants were sitting on top of the boots ya’ll, then didn’t even make it to the shoe strings. {Let me give you a visual so hopefully you can understand the severity of this out fit. Picture Sugg Knight trying to fit into Diddy’s or Bobby Valentino's clothes.}I was straight tripping, it was at that point I tried to sneak back into my dorm without him seeing me, but to no avail.

The date: After my unsuccessful attempt to escape the travesty of my date’s outfit, we preceded to dinner. He took me to this restaurant way out in the boonies, which I was happy, because the likelihood of me seeing someone I knew was slim to none. Well so I thought.
We ordered, received our dinner, and we are now engaging in conversation, which I am not paying attention to because he talking about tennis and himself way to much, when I look up and see one of my over protective brother’s friends walk in with his girlfriend. I know you’re thinking so what, that’s no big deal….but you don’t know my brothers and their twisted minds. This friend then signals me to let me know he has just called my brother to let him know I was on a date with Sugg Knight. At this point I am rushing Mr. Knight to finish his dinner before my brother shows up and act out in public, resulting in further embarrassment. We finish our food, he paid, and we bounced, in a matter of 15 minutes.

Once we got in the car Mr. Knight wanted to go to the movies, but I just wanted to go home. I had enough of listening to him talk about himself with that lisp and deep voice, so I lied about having a Calculus test the next day, which required me to study. He dropped my back to my room, gave me half dozen of red roses, and a teddy bear. This is where I started to feel bad dissing Ole’ Boy, but I still could not get over the fit. Sorry!! Call me shallow if you will.

I was back in my dorm room by 8:45 p.m.(keep in mind that I left at about 7:50 p.m.) in just enough time to call another date.{ I was on top of my game at that time, so I had back ups for back ups, that’s why to this day I don’t understand why I went out on a BLIND date. I guess I wanted to indulge in a new experience.} My back up date was there in about 10 minutes, although we didn’t go any where special we did take a long walk, while whispering sweet nothings, and ending up back at my door where he miraculously pulled out pinks roses. It was just the nightcap I needed before returning to my room to give my suite mate and roommate a report on my Valentine’s Day Massacre.

Even though the night ended great (Thanks to Mr. Pink Roses), I could not get over the charade of the enitre date, from his conversation about being an atypical tennis player to his ill fitting outfit, the man was a MESS. Since that night, I have not spoken to Sugg Knight, but I can say he has taught me a few valuable lessons, DON’T EVER THINK JUST BECAUSE A GUY IS CUTE THAT HIS FRIENDS ARE TOO and DON'T EVER GO ON A BLIND DATE FOR VALENTINE'S DAY, just to give you two of the lessons.

Post Scriptum: Some of you may read this and think that I am a bad, bad, bad person for dissing Sugg Knight like that, but I was extremely young at the time with an imagine to uphold. Well let me not bullshit you, I am still shallow, I probably still wouldn’t talk to that man because of his outer appearance. I am not saying the man was ugly, because he wasn’t, he was sloppy and not well put together and I don’t have the time or the patience to re-create someone.

Thanks for reading I hope in enjoyed.