“the road to my happiness is paved in plastic.”
i just got home.
after that scene at the dog and pony show i call “my job” friday,
i decided to go and have some much retail therapy on saturday.
can i mention how every major store had sales today?
50 to 60% off.
lordt take me now!
i met up with one of my straight wolf friends who was going to be in soho.
i didn’t really spend too much.
he outdid me.
something about seeing the words,
after my purchase is rung up makes me have an orgasm.
so we both decided to have lunch,
and talk about some recent events that ended up bothering me…
there is this straight wolf he introduced me to a while ago.
on the scene heavy.
well he is,
dating this vixen who i met last weekend.
they been together for 2 years.
they both looked pretty happy together.
well looks can be pretty deceiving...
well last night,
my straight wolf friend had to go over to her spot.
she got her ass kicked by the wolf.
from the scene he described,
it was VERY bad.
her eye was swollen.
lip was busted.
massive lump on her head.
hair was pulled out.
why did this happen,
well he was high on that coke,
while mixed with being drunk,
and blacked out.
apparently he just started swinging on her.
bashed her head into the wall.
dragged her by her hair all throughout the apartment.
he accused her of cheating on him.
he could have killed her.
i don’t know the worse part of the story.
the fact he has been abusing her all 2 years,
or that he didn’t even know he did what he did last night.
i couldn’t even eat my lunch.
that shit bothered me.
i played it off like,
“damn thats fucked up!”,
but inside i was cringing.
i felt so sorry for her.
i also date wolves and that is one of my biggest fears.
i could deal with cheating,
as i’ll throw your shit out,
but to be abused?
the drugs these pineapples are on these days are so powerful,
they black out and don’t even what know they doing.
i don’t know her that well,
but i send my prayers to her.
while my home wolf was over it pretty quick,
i couldn’t stop thinking about what he told me.
we all want someone we are attracted to in our lives.
its even better when they are sexy as hell.
they look great.
in real life,
they may have issues.
some are low key crazy and we don’t even know it.
sometimes there is a big bad jackal lurking behind pretty fur.
a coke snortin’,
on that lean,
swagged out monster waiting to reveal himself.
well as long as he takes his shirt off,
as i’m sure her wolf has done any times,
that means he passed every test.
its not until its too late,
when he randomly starts punching your lights out,
that we find out that sexy don’t mean “outstanding person”.
listen we all have flaws.
none of us are perfect.
even if social media makes potentials out to be a saints,
we should keep in the mind there maybe a monster lurking deep within.
it isn’t until his insecurities flare up that we find out the hard way.
even these sexy wolves you see shirtless on instagram are insecure as hell.
so i had to wonder…