i never meet single wolves.
well not ones i’m actually attracted to.
i always meet a wolf who has a vixen.
girlfriend or married.
never fails.
sometimes a wolf who already has a fox on rare occasions.
they always turn out to be sexy as hell and charming as fuck.
aaahhh who am i kidding?
they just want to fuck me stupid and go home to read bedtime stories.
damn cheatin’ bastids.
i was on the way home tonight,
after my home girl wanted to treat me to dinner,
and in walks this couple on the train.
i was looking at my phone,
but when i looked up,
i happen to catch eye contact with wolf.
he was looking at me,
looked off,
but then continued looking.
that move.
they sat a little across from me.
he was attractive.
masculine.
nice ass.
had this dorky vibe to him tho.
the vixen looked good.
i was moreso looking at her.
she looked like a dancer or something.
definitely had this exxxotical thing going on.
is it love or the love of his money?
she was kissing him and all this extra shit.
didn’t stop him from looking in my direction tho.
when she looked away or looked at her phone,
he found ways to catch my eye contact skillfully.
he did all the way until their stop.
these vixens let all this d/l shit fly over their heads.
i wonder if he’ll go home and fuck her thinking about me?
that lowkey kinda turns me on.
lawd that was wrong.
ah well.
yeah i must have “available whore” written on my forehead.

too bad i’m not a whore tho.
well not a blatant one.
triflin’ whores definitely have more fun.

i’m not really into gay clubs/bars.
depending on the event,
i’m not into the straight ones either.
well that is unless i’m in VIP.
i don’t do “on the floor”; no j.lo.
last night a hybrid associate wanted me to come out.
he knew i was depressed so he wanted me to “remember” what fun the city was.
i thought we were going to a restaurant or something.
no.
oh no.
he wanted me to meet his new snow fox that he has been messing with for two months.

“you made me miss breaking bad and devious maids for this?” i asked, when i arrived downtown.
“he’ll pay for your food and dranks.”
“…okay so where we going.”
“a gay bar.”
“oh jesus.”

i wanted to turn around…
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“everyone has fuckin’ kids nowadays!”
i was just telling someone that the other day.
funny how in a yesterday’s comment box,
someone echoed the same sentiment.
back in the day,
like way back in the 30s or 40s,
it use to be adults getting married and settling down.
having a child out of wedlock was frowned upon.
now anyone with a fresh wardrobe and instagram account is a daddy.
…and not in the good sexual way as it should be!
it’s really common to mess with a DILF.
“DADDY ID LIKE TAH F”.
it don’t even matter the age of the wolf because times have certainly changed.
the “daddy” movement is getting younger and younger.
hell that DILF could be a hot 21 and not 41.
some dudes have 2 to 7 kids before they even reach thirty.
he obviously knows his way around a hole and had a falling out with condoms.
i always wondered how that kid would feel knowing his dad is banging you out/getting banged out?
“call me daddy!” fantasy ruined… kinda?
i started to wonder…

Does it feel weird to mess with a DILF?

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#havesandhavenots was the shit wasn’t it?
good damn tv.
well i couldn’t stop thinking about how wyatt extracted that confession out of jeffery.
that “look at that bulge” line tho…
with those tight ass pants jeffery had on and wyatt saw that?
in this lifestyle,
i call jeffery a “newbie”.
the one who hasn’t had his *safety seal broken.
(*safety seal: as soon as you do anything with the same sex.)
so  you are completely new to how this whole thing works.
you think that as soon as you say “me likey peen/booty“,
then everyone happens to feel the same way.
nope.
not a chance.
worse if you meet the wrong people(s),
you can be manipulated.
worse: outed.
i was once a victim…

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“do 1,000 sit ups before breakfast.
2,000 before lunch,
and 10,000 before bedtime.”

“see these rock hard abs?
they came from doing sits on the holy grail and drinking cat blood right after.”

“you can get bouncing pecs too.
just make sure you lift your weight in a mini cooper and then wrestle a rabid raccoon right after.”

“i’m a herbalife life assistant. contact me today.”

is herbalife the male mary kay?
yeah so those are all instagram statuses.
you know i keed.
first it was models,
then it was twerking,
now its the BILF (body i’d like to f).

now we’re talking!
personal trainer wolves have started to flood instagram.
you can’t page hop without seeing compression shorts,
work out videos in the playground,
and sweat juice pecs.
listen i love my wolves with the muscular bodies.
i been known to worship a nice body,
while on my knees with spanish candles burning,
but has anyone noticed that everyone with muscle mass wants to whey in on a workout regiment?
it seems like these wolves who sucked as athletes have decided that training would be their life goal.
how fun is some meaty asshole
telling you that you ain’t shit because you don’t live in the gym?
how fun also that they won’t date anyone who isn’t working out either?
its like they have the personality of a dumbbell.
you notice a majority of these wolves have no one?
how can they have anyone really?
well besides “gymella” and that bitch is pretty much ran through.
hell the illusion of great work out like sex maybe just a fantasy as well.
i don’t mind the free work out tips,
but god forbid i try to hit them up about advice.
hell even personal training sessions…
i mean you are a “personal trainer” right?
i’m starting to think that personal training is all some of them have to offer.
with a gym now on every corner,
and a “steve to stephon” type dude with an instagram account,
i couldn’t help but wonder…

has personal training
become the new fall back career for swaggless men?

meet your new  @_________.
nice.
very nice.
i always knew you had good taste.
well you both met on jack’d by accident.
he hit you up on some ol, “was sup”.
you replied, “nada”.
he opened his picture and you nearly fainted.
i’m sure he did the same as well.
ya’ll agree to meet up to see if it’s really real.
it is!
well on some “new-new” shit,
you both actually got to know each other.
of course you would have smashed,
but you wanted to try something new.
well at the end of the nite,
you both agree it to meet again soon.
the end?
nope.
well why “come” later on you go on jack’d and he is still online?
hell why did you go back on?
welcome to the new dating.
or “damn do you have dick adhd”?
sure you may meet a good person (out of all the hoes) on a phone site,
but are we programmed now to always be available?
i had to wonder…

Have phone “locate my ass” apps ruined dating?

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