*Updated*Hey there my fellow bloggers, as TopSoil would say, What it do? How was everyone's New years? Mine? Uneventful. I feel asleep, woke up at 12:22, looked at my watch, then my daughter and said oh, Happy New Year, Bop; rolled over and went back to sleep. Next year, I WILL be out of this country for the New Year.
Today's topic is going to seem "out of my character" for some of my readers. There's something's that I don't share on the blog, but I HAVE to share this (warning:This post contains sexual content, graphic language, and maybe some other things that some people may NOT want to read).
The topic is: I am NOT one of the hoodrat chicks off the street that you are USED to fucking with!
Normally, I don't like to say things like this, but lately, I've been running into these men, who, for whatever reason, feel like they can just beat me in the head with the BS.
First dude we'll call
Dirty nails - I met him in the bar (my 1st mistake). The whole time we're sitting there, he's staring in my face, licking his lips, trying to get his hand REAL close to my chest. He got about an inch away and I calmly said, if you put your finger on my tittie, you WILL know something. He says, oh sorry. OK, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, because I am so sexy. :) About two days later, he wants to come over and see me. OK, so I let him come to my house. He had so much damn cologne on, that I couldn't breath. Then he comes and sits next to me on the couch, and I'm looking at his clothes, they are dingy! Then I look at his nails, and they are DIRTY!!!! So I ask, what do you do? Oh, I'm a Network Technician..... And your nails look like that?!?!?! Hell to da naw! You're not touching me. To top it off, he takes his hat off and proceeds to tell me that he gets "scalp irritation". OK, buddy, time for you to go! I haven't talked to him since.
Irish Boy - I met him at a fashion show. He's 6'5", used to be a model, nice looking guy. He calls me the day after we meet, and wants me to go to the movies. I didn't make it, so we went to his house to chill. It was OK, watched a little T.V., drank a little wine, and then I left. We chilled a couple of times after that, and messed around a little bit, but this one particular night, e was feeling some kind of way, because he wanted me to give him "head"...... ummm, NO! THEN he tries to have sex with no condom.... ummmm, Hell to da NAW!!!!!! Are you crazy? He says to me, I'm disease free, I just had a test...OK, and I'm just supposed to say, OK, well then it's OK..... NO! I didn't see him after that night, and everytime he called it was always about when am I going to have time for him. Hmmmmm, let me see, NEVER!!!
Married Dude #1 - I met him when I was with my ex-beau, earlier on in the year at the bar. He's a regular in there, but he was cool, or so I thought. he let me borrow a CD, but I didn't see him for like 5 months. When he did come back in the bar, I didn't have his CD with me, so I told him I would call him so he could get it. I called him once, and he started calling me EVERYDAY...talking about his problems with his wife, how he liked me, yadda yadda yadda. From the door I tell him, I don't mess with married men. I did it once (although he told me AFTER the fact that he was married) and I'll never do it again. And plus, him and his wife have only been married 1 1/2 years... their problems are too new. So I'm making suggestions for him to go to counseling, etc. and he's not listening. I didn't talk to him for about a week after that. He calls me and says his wife left and they are going through a separation. Oh, OK; that's nice. We talked a couple of times after that but that was it. So, last Friday, after I went on a date (which I'll tell you about later), I go by the bar I work at and he's in there. We're chatting and talking about New year's resolutions. One of mine is to continue my celibacy. So he says, I bet you I can come over and that'll be done away with. I don't know why people try to bet me, because if you say I'm going to do something, then I'm definitely NOT going to do it. He comes over, I go in the room and put on some sweatpants and a T-Shirt, I come back out to the living room, and he starts jerking off...WTF?!?!?!?! OK, whatever floats your boat. My 'friend' was visiting anyway, so I knew he wasn't getting none. So he says to me, why don't you help me. I say for what? Seems like you're doing OK all by yourself. He says come on, I say No; I don't know how to do that anyway (yeah, OK). He says, well when you were with your man and he couldn't get none, what did you do? I said suck his dick. He says, OK then, go ahead. Ummmm, NO! You're not my man! So he starts kissing on me, trying to get me to do something, but I'm not giving in. He finally cums, and I say, don't get that on my couch. I guess I messed the mood up because he gets up and puts his coat on. So, I go and get my blanket, and come back and lay on the couch. He says, you're not going to walk me to the door, I say no, just lock the bottom when you leave, and if I don't talk to you tomorrow, Happy New Year! LMAO!!!! I guess he was a little upset.
Married Dude #2 - This is the married dude I referenced in Married Dude #1 story. Him and I are still cool. He's funny. I was somewhat talking to him when I met my ex-beau. When he found out about my ex-beau, he offered everything in the world to me for me to be with just him and hold him down; an apartment, a motorcycle, whatever I wanted. Thanks, but no thanks. We recently talked the other day, and he came to visit me. He's VERY funny, and always makes me laugh, especially when I'm in a bad mood, but for me, that's it. I don't like him like that. We were chatting on line and I asked him if he had any resolutions for the New Year. This fools says, to FINALLY be with you. I don't know why he thinks I'm one of these hoodrat bitches he meets on the street. STOP beating me in the head with the BS. I just don't understand. Anyway, he's cut off!
Long eyelashes - I met this dude in the bar too (do you see a pattern?) LMAO!!! He's funny, and him and I just have conversation. We talk occasionally on the phone, or in the bar, but when he comes in the bar, he starts to feel "some kind of way" when he sees me talking to other guys. And he HAS a girl. I asked him did he cheat, he says no. I say that's good. It's nice to see someone that doesn't cheat. He then turns right around and says that as a Christmas gift he's going to wrap himself up in a box, have UPS send it to my house, and when he jumps out, gives me the best night of passion ever.... umm, I thought you don't cheat? He says, it's not cheating if she don't find out. O......K...... I'm not beat for your BS either.
Timid guy - This guy has been coming in the bar for YEARS..... he liked me when I worked there before (about 3 years ago). He just now got the courage up to say Hi to me a month ago. We've talked on the phone a couple of times, but he just got out of a relationship, and has no place to stay, don't know if he wants to stay up here or move down south, and I think is trying to find someone to have a baby with, since he's 36 with no kids. Ummm, look the other way dear, cuz I'm NOT that one.
In the Army - I've known this guy for a while. He rides motorcycles, so I used to always see him at the motorcycle party's. He always tried to talk to me, but I had a boyfriend at the time. When I'm with someone I don't cheat. Anyway, he came in the bar (you see?) about 3 weeks ago, and we were talking catching up. He's telling me that he's looking for a wife, blah blah blah. He's cute, but I've never been attracted to him that way, but that night, he was looking some kind of good. Maybe it was the uniform. He left the bar with some of his friends, and went to his motorcycle club house to a party. He called me and asked me if I could come get him, since his friends left him. When I got off of work, I went and got him. We're at his house, and we start kissing. He says go to my house, and I say no. I tell him I'm on my period so there was no point in going to my house. And anyway, we are right in front of your house, so why can't we go in there? Oh, OK, I see. Nah, I'm good. If I can't come in your house, then you can't come in mine. See ya buddy!
Freakin Puerto Rican - This is a dude that I used to date 2 years ago. He has a girlfriend, but is going through something right now, so he feels that he can come to me and tell me how much he misses me, and he realizes he made a mistake, and if I just wait for a little while for him he'll be ready for me..... Ummm, when we broke up before, that was the end of that. When I cursed you out in the club (he made me do it, ya'll) that was the end of that. So what in the hell makes you think I want you now?!?!?! SPIN OFF!!!!
I don't know what's wrong with these fools, but trust and believe I AM NOT SLOW!!!!!! Not one inch what-so-ever! I know the game, I've seen the game, hell, I've even played the game, so PLEASE don't try to come at me like I'm some hoodrat, duck bitch off the street. Thanks!
