C.C. (See see what you didn't tell me was)

So I'm in my office today talking to one of my employees and my BlackBerry kept ringing and I was wondering who it was who kept calling me.  Finally I call the number back and it's someone named C.C. Now C.C. says she knows a mutual friend in ATL and they informed her to hit me up when they got to DC.  I was like cool, I can meet you today for a few.  C.C. had a cute voice...so I said what the hell, let's meet up for  a few.  I called up the mutual friend to get the skinny (and I use that loosely) on C.C.  She informs me that her and C.C. were in a leadership class and I asked how does she look? What store does she shop at? Does she shop at Ashley Stewart or Macy's?  My friend was like she's bigger than me...but she's tall and brownskinned, but she's cool and has a good sense of humor.  I hit up C.C. when I got to her building and waited on her to come out.  She finally came out and at that exact moment I knew how Jack felt when he saw the full grown beanstalk...

So um.....yeah um....yeah um....she was indeed bigger than our mutual friend.  And her face wasn't right.  I have nothing against big women, but when that face ain't right, neither is my time.  So I'm sitting there trying to figure out why her voice doesn't match the rest of her body.  It's like she may work out to make herself sound skinny and not for exercise.  Long story short....that will be the last she hears of me. 

Then she had the nerve to ask me how many kids I got...I told her I was sterile.  TFILL?