The "Mental" Girl Fight

It plagues me how men aren't as intuitive as women when it comes to other women.  It's as if they only have this gift when another man is involved.  For instance, my man can tell me when another man has interest in me within the first five minutes, if that, of interaction; but when it comes to a scheming woman, he has blind spots.  For most men, it seems, the disrespect or underlying jabs from women have to be blatant.  However, women, like men to other men, have the gift of sizing up another woman within a minute's time and reading their ulterior motives; sometimes we may be off, but the majority of the time we aren't.  I know men who beg to differ, but they aren't women and they can't pick up on the subliminal messages and paralyzed, piercing stares a woman may be giving another.

Recently, I was at an event where I was faced to make a decision to fall back, play my position and get my cool swagger on or go in a broad like NeNe does to Kim, I chose the former.  You could feel the energy shift when I walked in and we embraced each other, only for the sake of the men we love, but as soon as we broke apart I could have drop kicked her like 'ole girl in the black and green.  Throughout the night we two stepped around each other engaging with all who were present and making no contact with one another.  The conversation between us was through our body language, "Keep your ass over there and I'll be good over here", but to a perfect stranger who didn't know us, they'd be oblivious of the girl fight brewing between us. 

I've got to hand it to her, my opponent is crafty and plays the victim card, but in reality she is watching me like a predator does its prey, waiting for the opportunity to throw her next mental right hook in hopes of a public reaction so she can hide behind her fellow cheerleaders and bat her eyelashes in confusion.  You see, I'm like Floyd Mayweather, what you see is what you get.  I'll talk trash and do things to get in your head to discover your weakness and play on them, let you know I know your next move without you knowing mine. It's cute though, watching how I get under her skin and her not knowing what to do in the situation but draw attention to herself.  My man once told me, "Baby, empty cans rattle the loudest..." Since I know how much weight she's pulling, which isn't much, I'll know my next approach.  With no one on either side wanting to budge from the fighting stance we're in, as the announcer for heavy weight boxing matches says, "LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLE...."