this fox is shopping for a new pair of workout pants.
he sends you a text asking if they look good on him…

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i couldn’t sleep.

it didn’t help that i read the 40+ comments to that last entry as they came in.
the whole night i thought about the rapper.
i thought about things he told me and things he spoke about.
i thought his life, his decisions, and his outcome.
as big as his list is,
his life isn’t where he needs it to be.
he is still trying to be taking seriously as a rapper.
he never had a serious job in his life.
how he makes money is a mystery.
he got frustrated over something trivial.
not to mention, he came in and dropped his coat on the floor.
no apartment or car.
i felt like i was in high school again.
after school.
he was the “pre baller wolf that came over to get tutored“.
i was the “geek who sat in the front of the class“.
he seems to just be going through life without a solid plan.
he is not a “man”.
my “man”.
he has actually dated a couple foxes in the past.
hell, i watched him fuck one’s brains out raw like it was a top rated myvidster flick.

“oh daddy! oh shit nigga! i love this dick!”
“________________” – no reply from him.

his pipe did the replying and judging from how he fucked him,
it loved him….

hard.

(lowkey: his ex is FINE as hell.
caramel, nice body, and looks like something being reblogged on tumblr.
hell, he could be on tumblr….)

but, i had to wonder what “dated” meant to him exactly?
was it someone he was having consistent sex with?
someone with a fat ass that was “his“?
did they even have a conversation?
one thing he told me yesterday:

“jamari, i like you because you listen to me.”

is this new to him?
in a world where sex is easy,
people cum and go,
and you are only as good as your last fuck i started to wonder…

Are we just a “number“?

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“sup”
“nothing sup with you…”
“liked your pictures and i want to get to know you…”
“what?”
“lol i said i want to get to know you. i’m feeling what i see…”
“wait, what?”
“are you okay?
“i’m fine, i’m not retarded. you’re just… different… and that’s different.”

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yeah foxes…
what?
no sex?
no “how fat is my ass“?
no” when can we fuck“?
no “can we chill one day to watch a movie“?
you actually… want to get know me?
what’s wrong with you?

ugly?
fat?
an illusion?
a robot?
your left leg is longer than the right?

we all have a hidden “boomquisha/pookie” within us.
that “eye rolling/huffin and puffin/”why is you lying?” spirit that thinks everything is not what it is.
as much as we want to be “buffy/scott“:
the smiling/excited/naive spirit!
… we sometimes simply can’t.

you stay with a hard eye roll because you already know “seeing it believing” and “niggas is bullshit“.
it is a shocker when someone in the lifestyle actually wants to get to know you.
are we so jaded into already thinking the wolf on the other end may only be interested in one thing?
or, is this what the lifestyle has brought us?

i started to wonder…

Do we sabotage potential relationships with our thoughts?

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I must be a magnet for Foxes.
And the feminine ones at that.
I don’t get it.
Shit, I should be happy no one addresses me with “Guhl” and “Bitch”.
But I am really starting to think I intimidate Wolves.

Can I get a free pass of Wolves hitting on me day?!?!?

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I have been hurt.
I have been done wrong.
I have been a victim.
I have been an enemy.
I have been many things on the downside of life.
But, for whatever reason, I try not  hold onto my past…. anymore.
I try to brush my shoulders off and keep on moving.
Even if something hurts me so bad.

When it comes to dating, I have had my share of hurts.
Hell, I am single now due to partly “giving up to focus on my career“.
It is the Wolves you want that can make you feel so ugly if you are not chosen.
Your low self esteem can beat you senseless…
But I had to wonder even after all the bullshit…

Is it wrong to still see the good in people?

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He said he “missed you” via text…

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