at fuckin’ last.
you finally met “him”.
not just any “him”,
but the one you were lookin’ for.
i’m also hearing “him” is a baller too.
well good job!
life can suddenly make sense when you meet “him”.
it can make every day feel like a disney movie.
the suns shines extra bright.
whistlin’ dixie in the streets.
random animals singing inspirational love songs
for some of us,
we get so involved in “him”,
that we slowly start to become “him”.
everything starts to take a back seat including people you knew.
i never understood why some people let “him” take over their lives.
especially if “him” makes you change who you are.
or is this always who you were?
people talk all this tough shit about not gettin’ whupped,
but as soon as some new dick cums in their life,
they like casper the friendly ghost on ya ass?
where are ya?
i don’t see ya no mo.
i had to wonder…
Why do we get so bussy whipped?
well… chante single today.
i always thought that song was a tad…
how can i say…
“better than ya’ll”.
so tonight i asked a vixen to join me at a industry networking event.
i was a little nervous,
but i wanted to go and mingle.
see if i can score a lead on a job or something.
the possibilities are endless!
i told her last week when i got the info.
we talked about it and she said she would roll with me.
she said had no plans today.
i hit her up this morning to ask her what time she wanted to meet.
“i just realized i have an something to do with “him”.
you wanna do lunch?”
i am trying this new thing where i don’t flip on you early in the morning.
but that low-key pissed me off.
bad enough she has met a exec wolf recently,
whom has become her man all in of 4 days.
i haven’t responded to her text.
i’ll roll dolo and do this on my own.
maybe god is tellin me something.
the new relationship.
your new relationship.
sure we all want to be in or around “him” all the time.
you can’t even take a shit without sendin’ him a text.
“the smell makes me think of you baby…”
what happens when “him” starts effecting your other relationships?
i always hoped when i met someone,
whoever it was,
i wasn’t going to become “a dumbass for new dick”.
the type of person who can’t function when a wolf is in my life.
i’m not saying you can’t cater to your man,
but does everything else have to change in the process?
it always kills me when someone puts a temporary over a permanent people.
then when shit goes left,
they want to bore the fuck out of you telling you about what an asshole the person was.
he wasn’t an asshole when his dick was in ya mouth.
maybe it needs to be again so you can shut the hell up.
when it comes to meeting “him”…