That is a phrase most of us haven’t heard in a while.
Some of ya’ll: NEVER.
“A date? wtf is that?”
You have to make sure you look good, find the right fit,
and lastly – wonder if he was impressive enough to give him some of that ripe booty.
Wolves and Foxes don’t date anymore.
We kind of just fuck our way into things.
No going to a low-key restaurant and getting to know each other.
Maybe even go grab drinks at a sports bar and talk.
It is date at the crib, boil some sausages, and then deep throat the Wolf’s other sausage.
You know how it goes these days.
Is dating dead amongst Foxes and Wolves?
I remember my first “date” as a Fox.
I was a young cub and of course, I met him online.
Now, this is when online dating was still fresh and new.
Real Wolves were on those sites actually looking for connections.
Well one day, this one faceless default picture hit me up.
He was real persistent about wanting to meet me after I opened my pictures.
I saw his and he was attractive enough to meet.
So, I obliged and he told me to meet him in the bookstore downtown.
THE REAL BOOKSTORE.
NOT THE SMUT ONE PERVERTS.
I will admit that I was real wack back then.
I was still good-looking but I had no style and def no swag.
I was young and inexperienced, in every sense of the word.
So when he showed up, I was blown away.
He was finer than his pictures.
Nice thick muscular build with and had some nice pink lips.
He also wanted to prove something to me.
This mofo was actually an accomplished writer.
He showed me a whole row of books he had written.
That night he took me to dinner and a movie,
all of which he paid for on his platinum American Express card.
Again, I’m yours.
He tried to kiss me in his truck when he brought me home, which I was a little nervous.
I hesitated, thanked him for the nice evening, and got out.
“why didn’t you kiss me tonight?” he asked, calling me as soon as he got home.
“i dunno…” i replied.
Yeah, I said “I dunno”. LOL
Next weekend he took me out, he invited me to this nice spot that served only seafood.
It was expensive and low-key, but alas he whipped out his trusty card to handle it all.
This mofo was telling me how he wants to teach me how to write and blah blah…
He even wanted to have me be on the cover on one of his books.
I listened, while eating my shrimp (i love shrimp!) dish and sipping on my red wine.
Only problem is, he was downing his.
EXTRA TURN OFF: He was drinking so much that I had to wonder how was he getting home.
One because he lived in the suburbs and two, he drove.
“I’m so fucked up. You gonna have to bring me home.” He smiled devilishly.
First of all, I had to go to work the next day.
Secondly, I did not want him to fuck me… yet.
Third, he was purposely trying to get drunk just so I could bring him home, get trapped, and he fuck me all night.
We left after he drank the whole bottle and was acting real extra and obvious.
I was kind of embarrassed at how he was carrying on.
On the streets to the train, some Vixen he use to fuck ran into us.
He introduced me as his cousin proudly.
I was “new in town” and he wanted to treat me to dinner, was his excuse.
She didn’t suspect anything because in those situations, you just go with the flow.
I brought him all the way to the last stop on the train where he parked his car in some isolate parking lot.
By the time we got up there, it was like 11pm.
When we got innnnnnnnnnn that car……… this muthafucka literally JUMPED on me.
I mean, he was in-between my legs, grinding o me, and sucking on my neck….
“i want to bring you back to the crib sexy. please come back to the crib…”
He then tried to kiss me…
…and he was terrible.
With those lips, he was TERRRRIBBBLLLLEEEEE.
He was literally chewing on my bottom lip and our teeth were knocking together.
If I was some hoe, we would have fucked in that truck.
After he saw I was resisting, he got VEX and climb over into the driver’s seat.
“yo get the fuck out my shit man…”
“i don’t need your shit.”
“i got my own shit and can get any nigga i want.”
I got my shit and got out.
No need in arguing especially in some place I wasn’t familiar with.
He gave me a nasty look and sped off, leaving me in the fucking parking lot.
That was the last I ever heard from him.
I did see him on television getting interviewed couple years later.
His lips still looked good, but that muscle he had turned to fat.
He got married to some woman and was still writing.
But I miss those days.
Well, not being left in parking lots.
I miss being taken out and getting to know a Wolf better.
Maybe these Wolves need to GET. WITH. IT. when it comes to me.
Maybe in 2012, that will change.