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This weekend, CL and I went out to get our party on at a monthly event for grown (some sexy … most not) folks. This is the type of event that brings out all of the men (me included) who are too old to be in the club, and packs of women who want to shake their asses without having to fight off a stalker throughout the night.

One of the first things we noticed was that there was a bunch of hard legs at this function. That is an unusual occurrence in Atlanta, unless you accidentally wander into one of the many gay clubs in the city. After all, this is a town where women out number men 12 to 1. The hot women of Atlanta must have been getting drunk at some other function.

Here I am in a den of hungry wolves, with a sexy lady on my arm. It was just a matter of time before one of them tried to make a move. This is why I always had a rule about not taking your girl to the club. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t believe in handcuffing women during an outing. It’s not necessary that we are all up under each other for the entire night. My daddy once told me that nothing is as lame as standing outside of the ladies room waiting for your woman.

We got there on the early side, so we decided to grab some seats, some drinks, and just chill until the crowd arrived. We had already enjoyed a couple of tasty hurricanes before we left home, so both of us were feeling good. But it’s a party, right? So, I step away to grab a couple of overpriced drinks from the bar. Crown & coke (me) and vodka & cranberry (her). I was no more than three steps away from CL, when through my peripheral vision, I spot a brother making a bee line to where she is sitting.

I’m thinking, “I know this fool isn’t about to holla at my girl, who he clearly saw was with me!” I don’t trip though. I proceed to the bar to get our drinks. However, I did keep my eye on the exchange that ensued. They were out of earshot, but I saw him step to CL and deliver his corny ass line. She quickly shut him down. He then did the walk of shame back across the room to find someone else’s woman to approach.

CL flashed me a smile as if to say, “Can you believe this guy?” The sad part is that this wasn’t the first time something like that happened during the course of our weekend. The night before, we went out for dinner at a neighborhood restaurant. A guy turned completely around from the bar to stare at my girl. A less secure man would have been ready to fight. I was calm. CL had just slipped me the black lace panties she removed while in the restroom. I had other priorities for the evening.

Some people might consider this behavior a compliment to the attractiveness of their mate. I’m not one of those people. It’s just plain disrespectful to me. It seems like a man isn’t immune from this type of disrespect, no matter where he takes his woman. It doesn’t really come as a surprise. If you listen to popular music, you’ll hear the repeated theme of: “I’ll take your woman,” or, “I’ll take your man.”

When did we just completely lose respect for couples? Was it too much Maury Povich or Divorce Court?

So, I ask you dear readers:

Has someone every approached your man/woman when you were out in public?

How did you handle the situation?

Have you ever stepped to or flirted with someone knowing they were with someone?

Let’s discuss…

Vincent Slaughter is a writer and graduate of Morehouse College. Single and living in Atlanta, Georgia, his thoughts on love and relationships are also featured on www.skoolboisplayground.blogspot.com.