“What are you doing in Chicago?” – I asked.
“Chillin.” – He quickly replied.
“Who are you fucking out there?”
“Who is the Fox?”
… and this person is supposedly be straight.
He would do and say things that would have me wondering, “Is this mofo feeling me?“
He would tell me he was naked on the phone.
One time he told me he was shaking his dick after he took a piss.
He told me how big his dick was.
He would tell me how handsome I was.
But on the flip side…
When we first met, he admitted he did not like me.
He would say “PAUSE” when I would get into flirt mode.
He would counter everything with some ho he is fucking.
He hinted he liked to tape record conversations just in case.
Lastly, he said some shit about liking to have gay niggas around so he can find out people’s secrets.
Something about the flip side bothered me, as it should have!
It seemed like he was only “gay for play”.
Making me feel he was interested in me, but he wasn’t (or was he?).
Using me to find out secrets about ballers who get down (would never admit or tell him)
He already made admissions he knew who was the top and bottom between Bow Wow, Trey Songz and Omarion.
But something about him I couldn’t fully trust.
That, and I always thought he was crazy as shit.
That is why I kept most of my business to myself.
I let him do all the talking, talking about other people, and only admitting to little things from my end.
He was always big on power and being in control.
I stopped speaking to him because of that very reason, but after months of not speaking, he apologized.
I had him on IGNORE – and I know how to ignore a muthafucka correctly.
I noticed this new go round that I was finding myself drawn to this question mark of a person.
He was smart, attractive, and could flirt his ass off.
But, it was really that I thought something would come of all this.
Deep down inside, I wanted to own that dick.
I would have the most intense jack off sessions, thinking about what it would be like.
He even caught himself yelling at me when I didn’t do something he wanted me to do.
He started showing signs of being emotionally abusive.
That is when I had to put that ass in check again, but this time HARD BODY.
No one screams at me like they are my Daddy…and even he knows better.
During our last days, he would bend because my mouth would pull all his cards.
I had to drop him yesterday for the second and FINAL time.
He was not healthy for my life and where I wanted to go.
I did not want to have false hope on someone who clearly was The Big Bad Straight Wolf.
Couple months ago, he was so depressed when his Facebook got deactivated and he had to start over.
He was crying and sad because all his “followers” were gone.
I was his shoulder that he would cry on everyday.
I gave him advice and listened to his family drama.
I like to think I am a good Fox to those around me.
Now he has a whole new bunch of followers on social networks,
he doesn’t know this Fox anymore.
But can still text me,
“So you not fuckin’ with me again?”
… shortly after I un-followed him.
I never responded.