One Of My Boos

I am a grown arse woman....seriously. I once believed that no grown woman should be proud to be called a "Boo". What in the non-committal hell is a "Boo"? A step above a jump-off, but a notch below a girlfriend ? ("lady friend" if you are a woman of a certain age)

A guy I dated about two years ago "blessed" me with the term of being his "Boo". I never said anything against it or spoke on it. I just felt that was his thing, and if he wanted to give me a cute nickname, knock yourself out. I didn't take him serious anyway. He honestly thought he was doing me a favor by calling me his "Boo" and referring to me as his "Boo" to his friends, family and resident knuckle heads.

I had status... I was his "Boo"....

*Eye Roll*

I now see why I have a secret discord against the term "Boo". It's because I have used that term with reckless abandon my damn self, describing one of the several men I was dating casually at that time. Keeping my dating life a secret is my Modus Operandi. Naturally, when one of The Girls asks me, "Hey chica, what are you doing tonight?" Nine times out of Ten I am replying, "Got a date with one of my Boos". A name is never spoken.

Yes, you read it right... ONE ...of several. I am not sure about other women, but if you are a man, and you are referred to as a "Boo".... TRUST, she has several more.

There is the "Fun Boo", the "Serious Boo", the "Baby Boo", the "Finest Dude on Earth Boo"...and they are all disposable. This is sad.

As I grow in 2009, I am putting a moratorium on the term "Boo". It's so youthful, so temporary, so not....a husband.

I blame Alicia Keys, Usher and Ghost town DJs for this Boo shit.