“I need a vacation or something because I feel like I am about to give up and I am fighting it.” – Me, in a text
“U need Dick” – Hubby In My Head, responds.
“It’s not that easy. I do not want to give my body away to some random nigga.” – Me, reply.
“I digz” – His, reply
Would dick magically turn everything right?
I went out with a friend of mine that I knew for years to an industry event the other day.
I wrote about him in blogs of past. We will call him Hubby In My Head. He is someone that I have crushed on since I first met him and now, almost four years later, we are still going strong as good friends. TOP, dark chocolate, and Spanish brotha and oh so DAMN sexy to me. He is definitely a nigga. Going out with him on a harmless get together felt so great. I sat so close to him as he did me. I slyly flirted with him and he coyly flirted with me. We wrote undercover texts to each other since we were with “The Straights”. He was scared to look in my eyes, but did anyway. I returned the favor with slight peeks. I wanted to touch him but due to the circumstances, I couldn’t. I did manage to squeeze his bicep in a low key fashion (I’m good trust). I made sure I sat next to him at all times. I poked him secretly on his butt cheek as we we walked up the stairs. He quickly put me in a playful headlock. AAAAAAH. It felt so euphoric.
But there was a slight issue…..
Yup. He already has a husband – and I was Lady GaGa (in that gif).