Prior to leaving for Africa, I informed my friend Kevin that I was going to be in Cape Town for a day. He and his friend arranged an intimate dinner for ten. I told him I would be bringing Phaedra and Kandi, and he was inviting some of his friends. I didn't think to invite Cynthia, because I was sure she wouldn't attend without NeNe, and I certainly wasn't going to invite Nene. We had not spoken since the argument a few months ago and after the disrespectful way she acted at Kim's friend’s house in Miami last year, it just wasn't happening. As we are getting ready for dinner, my friend Kevin calls, who also knows Cynthia and NeNe, and asks me to invite Cynthia to the dinner. Well I did, and we all know what happened next!
Cynthia, Cynthia, Cynthia...messy. I'm not quite sure what the problem was. For Marlo to run over and go from 0 to 60 all because I did not invite her, the person who no one knew was coming (not even the host) and that came with NeNe (the person I don't speak to), to a party! Really?! Why would she want to go? Why would I want her to go? Why is she so angry? Why is she using hateful, derogatory words? Why would she choose to use that word to describe my friends? I'm not a judgmental person by any means. I love all kinds of people, regardless of their sexual preference.
For the record, finding a man has NEVER been my problem. I refuse at this day and time to sell myself short. I like what I like, and I can tell you for certain that sleeping with senior citizens just for bags, shoes, or money definitely isn’t it!