Let me tell y'all why I'm single.

Let me tell y'all why I'm single. Let me tell y'all, okay? I go to the Rangers game last night. People sitting in front of me, clearly a couple. Guy sitting here, girl sitting here, okay? I can see his phone. I'm nosy, I'm obviously going to read the phones. First of all, sir, why are your texts this big? I'm obviously going to read it, okay? So, he's texting and I already peep game because he, okay, if this is him and he's texting, right? He has his phone turned this way because she's on the other side of him. I'm definitely reading your phone. So, he, this girl, Erica, mind you, Erica, if you were texting a man, he was like Mexican, at a range and he was at a Rangers game on, um, Friday night. Yeah, he was with that girl, he lied. So, he's texting Erica and Erica is like, "Are you with her?" This man literally texted back, turned his phone, texted back and said, "No, why would I be with her?" Proceeds to then put his phone in his pocket and share a wing basket with her while she's all over him and they're sharing wings. He eating on her wings that she bought. Okay? Um, I read the text. I look at my neighbor and I'm like, she's like, "Ain't no way that he just, did you see that?" I said, "Yes." She said, "Ain't no way his phone just said that." I said, "100%. 100%. It gets better." The next day, okay, I've seen enough. Men ain't shit. The next day, me and my neighbor were like, "Mmm, we want a sweet treat." We're allowed one sweet treat a weekend. It was Sunday night. So, or Saturday night. We're like, "Let's go to Dairy Queen." So we go to Dairy Queen. We're literally waiting at the Dairy Queen, um, I'm sorry, Sonic. Sonic. We're waiting at the Sonic for them to like come bring our shit out, right? So the car next to me, there's a dude and he's in a pickup truck and he's with a girl in the car. So I can see inside of his car and I can see him on his phone while they're waiting for their food. The girl is in the passenger seat. His phone is tilted this way because she's on this side of him and he's snapchatting a million and 12 girls while they're waiting for their ice cream and she's in the passenger seat in fucking Lala land, not even paying no mind. And he's over here, send, send, just sending Snapchats. And I'm like, "I've had enough." I've had enough, I've seen enough. And then everyone has the audacity to ask me why I'm single? Everyone's getting cheated on!