Summer Jackson

Here is a total fruitcake. This 22 year old black beauty (beauty on the outside, mind you) and I met at a classy hotel downtown, frequented by many business people. They have a nice and relaxing bar, they know what I like because I have stayed there on business on several occassions, so I felt comfortable there.
In walks the nubian princess, with dangerous curves (earlier she had emailed to me a picture of her naked rear end), and a purple mini skirt. And she starts telling me about the movie and acting aspirations, the boob job she will get to be more proportional, and the fact that pretty soon she will go on a reality show (something like a show with Tila Tequila) and then the whole of America will get to know her! My first reaction was that she was so full of herself.
So we set up our next date at a 4 star Brazilian steakhouse, and then, 5 minutes before we are set to meet she texts me saying she got into a car accident. A lie, I believe, because even later on she never offered to meet again, nor did she make any effort to apologize or anything. She ignored emails.
Note to sugar babbies: We are grown up guys, and we can handle rejection quite well. If you decide you don't like us, or don't want to see us, just come out and say so. Don't make excuses about accidents, or your mother being sick, or that your puppy died. Be honest and you will get far in life.