Friend calls out the blue.
Tells me he is coming through and he is bringing his cousin over.

Usually that means, “I maybe with someone cute so look presentable”

I was up and together in less than two seconds.

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Bottoms have something in common with the average female.

Not because we have to take the dick however it is offered.
Often times,
we are in the submissive role.
Or we sometimes go through the same Waiting 2 Exhale shit.

Some of that maybe true.

But, we deal with the same things they do.
While thanking our lucky stars we do not deal with periods.

I am like a female, but still a man.

And I will explain why,
without sounding like I was snorting coke tonight…

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Is it so hard for a nigga to be punctual?

He says he is going to call you back after what seemed like great conversations and then, no phone call.

Why do dudes do this?

This is why I am glad I didn’t really put as much feelings into Big. He started out great. His life story made me feel “something” and I quietly became attracted to his strenght. Our last great conversation was about our pasts and how similar they were. He would have been definite “Hubby material” regardless of age.

BUT – the night we were suppose to meet was the night things went downhill.

He tells me meet him @ the train station. I didn’t want to meet him that night BUT he was putting on the Zip Lock pressure. I said “Fuck it”, got ready, and out the door I went. I even walked slow to kill some time.

FOXES – when I was arriving the train station, he calls me to tell me that he cannot meet me and that an emergency came up. So because of this dumb ass type nigga, I walked all the way there and had to turn around. Mad was not even the word. Ever since then, our conversations have been weak and he hasn’t been returning phone calls.

I know what that means:

“Miss one, next fifteen one coming.”

What gets me if that he was interested and then FUCKS it up by being sloppy. Thank God these men never get a whiff of the good stuff.

… And now Married Guy is tryna get at me harder than before. One person I dismissed because I wanted a man of my own, no sharing.

Oh well.

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I saw this picture this morning and I had to readjust myself in my seat.

I keep hearing our dear Mister Songz gets down. I keep hearing he is willing to slang that dick to whoever is a willing taker, both men and women.

Is this true?

If so, then Trey, I’m wide open.

So I was chillin with one of my homegirl’s tonight and her “gay boyfriend” decided to tag along.

Now I am not one to hate on a fellow gay but when you are outregeously flamboyant, I have an issue. The flam gays tend to be ODEE loud and try to blow up your spot.

I’m not with it.

Anyway, he proceeds to tell me that I always look mean and I usually have an attitude when he sees me. I won’t lie, I usually do.

“I mean you look like you need some good dick.” He says, popping his gum.

Now I hope he didn’t think he was giving me this “good dick”.???????

“But I must say, you are a fierce bitch though. I got to say that you are a fierce bitch.”

I am looking at him like WTFFFFF??? Should I be flattered or offended? So I egg him on.

“What do you mean?” I ask.
“The way how you walk in the room. The way how you speak. Just your whole vibe let’s me know you know what you want and you don’t play.” He replies, giving me dap at the end of it.

I guess compliments come in the strangest forms. That is why I tell people that you do not know who is watching and admiring you.

Later Foxes

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You ever meet someone who is not really in the package you wanted, but fits everything else you were looking for?
Well. That is him.

Him has a name. We will call him, “Big”. Not like Carrie from SATC’s Big but Ill explain itself as it goes along.

“I have someone for you!” My friend said excitedly.

Now I don’t know about your friends, but some of my friends do not know exactly what I like. They always try to set me up with some ass douche and expect me to like it. Needless to say, I do not take them seriously when they say they “have someone for me”.

Before I could deny the set up, a cell phone was in my face with a dude on the screen. Foxes, he was kinda cute. Ok not kinda. He was. I could tell he had some swagg off the pose alone.

“What’s wrong with him,” I asked.
“Nothing… Well he is a little short.” Friend says.
“How short? Are we talking midget?”
“Noooo he is like 5’8ish”

I have been feeling pretty open to meeting guys so I said what the hell. My friend gave him my number and we started texting.

Foxes. I won’t lie. He is everything I asked for. He is funny, gets money, and talks major shit to me.

BUT….

And there is that big ol BUT….

After further investigation, turns out he is 18. Yup. The BIG 1-8.

But he speaks very intelligently. After the last 2 yungins, I casted them away for GOOD. But this one seems (keyword) different. So, we will see.

Now if only he can return my phone call, we can see whassup.

(Don’t you hate that?)

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