Be prepared: you won’t read a story more random this week.
A couple of days ago a woman named Dianne D, who works as a social media communications advisor for a company in Florida, posted a blog titled How a Waka Flocka Flame Concert Ended My Marriage and Saved My Life on her site.
Uh, yeah. OK, here’s the story.
In the post Dianne writes about how rappers are doing a better job of engaging people on Twitter than so-called experts. One of the people she was impressed with was Waka Flocka, who she followed. Waka, being the social media expert, followed back and they started a cordial online relationship with each other. From there, Dianne became more interested in hip-hop, even reviewing some acts.
Here’s where the story starts to flip.
Dianne’s husband hates rap. So when Dianna finds out about a Waka Flocka concert hitting her neck of the woods, she is excited and wants to go, but he isn’t pleased.
Here’s what she writes:
“When I knew Waka was coming to Ft. Lauderdale, my husband basically said he wouldn’t prevent me from going (as if) but he didn’t want me to go. When I didn’t immediately agree not to go, things got worse. He basically implied that (and I’m paraphrasing) ‘many black men would be putting their bodies in close proximity to mine.’ Also, ‘since I was so enamored of Waka, if Waka asked, I might go out clubbing with him and end up doing something I’d regret.’
I feel fairly attractive. I’m 53 now (52 at the time of the concert) and I try to keep myself presentable. I don’t have as many lines and wrinkles as some women my age, and I’ve been told I look much younger than my true age. But…as attractive as I may or may not be, I know as sure as the sun will rise tomorrow that Waka and I were not destined to go clubbing together. And, nice thing to say to your wife.”
Dianne says screw it, defies her husband and goes to the Waka concert. She even meets him backstage and they exchange pleasantries and she gets the cool pic you see above.
As for her husband, well:
“So, basically, the experience with my ex of the Waka concert made my mind up for me. It was time to make that break, and live my life without looking over my shoulder or being beholden to an immature man who didn’t appreciate me or the interesting turns my life might take. We’ve been divorced for a few months now. I couldn’t be happier.”
Awww.
It’s like the ending of a bad UPN sitcom from the ’90s. Read the entire post on her site, here.
SOURCES: Complex, DeepCommotion
