males switching it on me!

NIGGA #1: I met him @kona grill. He seemed nice enough, I decided to be bold and send a note over. Big mistake I will regret later. We chatted it up and decided to meet up at Scott Gertners (establishment in Houston). Well I meant the Sports Bar and he wound up at the Sky Bar (same guy owns 2 establishments). So that was the first indicator he was older.
Then he said he went to UNT and asked if I ever stayed at the "Ramps." The ramps refer to a college dorm on campus, but hasn't been called that since the 90s. DING DING DING, he might be older, not just older, but pushing his forties out the bank!
I asked how many children he had in a "get to know you convo." He said one. I said well how old is he. He repied that he didn't want to tell me for fear of being found out. That shit confused the hell out of me. Then he told me his son was 19YEARS OLD. I mean, that nigga is a few years younger than me. Umm no.
ISSUE: (1) The man has yet to tell me how old he is. (2) The man knows I am way to young for his ass but trying to dib in the candy store (3) If you can't confess your age, what else will you choose to hid in the future.

NIGGA #2: He's engaged, and yall have heard about him.....JERMAINE THE LAME is ENGAGED! How I found out? I called him on my way home at like 2:45am. A chick answers. I immediately hang up and delete his number out o fmy phone. Nothing further. The chick continues to blow up my phone, left a voicemail, sent me text message, I mean chick is crazy. Then he starts texting me like it's no big deal he's been found out. Then chick created messages from me, that she fowarded to him (why would she foward messages and they are in the same house, think) so he could get angry at me and I guess go running back to her. They deserve eachother. And negro is still trying to talk to me, ILLLL
ISSUE: (1) When I asked him why he didnt tell me from the jump he was engaged, he replied he was going to tell me...tear my fucking life (2) He thinks he's having fun, it's not a big deal he's dipping behind his fiancee (3)illl he's fucking engaged (4) thankfully I didn't sleep with ole dude, or get emotionally attached, my ass might have been depressed somewhere crying int he shower, lol

NIGGA #3: I thought he was a friend of mine. We talk about everything. And all of a sudden last night he starts dancing with me too damn much, flirting, trying to be touchiefeelie, giving me googlie eyes, and then asking if I would come home with him for company. WHAT THE FUCK? When did our friendship change? Why did it have to change? NOw I am uncomfortable and don't know what to say to the nigga. I mean, what in the hee haw hell
ISSUE: (1) It's not fair that a "friend" switches up the game on me and now I got to go find another homeboi that I can trust (2) I need him to realize that I will eventually have to hurt his feelings, friend or not!

NIGGA #4: I met a guy at this lounge in Houston. Convo was ok, nothing special. Then a friend pointed out to me his CURLY, ABOVE THE SHIRT, THICK ASS BACK HAIR.
ISSUE: (1) How is it growing above your shirt? (2) Why is it so thick and curly? (3) Why haven't you shaved it or brushed it down? (4) I am mad that when I see him call me or text me I get a vision of the back hair. I know I am not perfect, but it was disgusting. Illl my tummy hurts now.

NIGGA #5: I've known this gentleman for awhile now. He has a thing for titties, but not mine or yours, his own.
ISSUE: (1) The fact he felt comfortable enough to let me know he is one with his titties and they turn him on to some extent.

Another Dule Fooly

I don't know how it happened, but he snuck inside of me. I really care for ole dude (Dule the Fooly). I can't put my finger on it, but like AG said, "I told you!

Well we don't talk like we used to. Just a whole bunch of space between us.

Couple of weeks ago he went out of town, we chit chatted a bit. Nothing special. BOO

Randomly, I get a whole bunch of calls from him couple Sundays ago morn like 3-4am.

I ignored them because, what the hell? Can I get a call round 3/4pm? When I don't answer, why must you keep calling, tempting me to answer the phone

Of course my dumb ass answered.

We talked for like an hour.

Felt almost like old times.

He stated he wanted to see me that Friday.

I was nervous.

Didn't think I was ready.

How can I just chill with somebody and be comfortable, when they pulled a move on my ass?
What if I fall for his ass again, (I am emotional,lol)?

What if this is just attempt for him to get a taste of my treasure palace (yes I call my thing my treasure palace because it is grand)? Nothing more nothing less. That would suck. Have a decent time, then all of a sudden WHAMO, he tells me his true motivation.

Well, for my sake it didn't happen.

Ended up asking me to party with him when his brother came into town.

Didn't happen. So I was annoyed.

I went to Houston for Spring Break.

Dule and his brother decide to hit up Houston.

RANDOM

NERVOUS!!!

I see him, damn his brother is what that is on some grown man status.

But Dule has my side eye.

We had fun. I really like being round him. It's cool when you find a dude you can do whatever/whenever with. Just chill, easygoing, complete,fun,enjoyable,engaging...idk!

Well............I have come to terms with it for now.


SONG: Can't Get You Out of My Head by Kylie Minogue

Really, I am supposed to want you after I hear....

some stuff I hear on the regular basis. Not even just at the club. It can happen on campus, the local grocery store, a car in the next lane, etc. It gets irritating, disappointing. It's like.....so can you really get mad when I turn my attention away?

"Didn't expect that voice to come out of that body, but I guess I can roll with it"

Once again, I am wrong for pronnouncing my words and should feel blessed that you are willing to look over that...yes girls with booties can't speak well is what you are saying?

"What did yo momma feed you? Cuz I will feed it to you everyday"

So am I supposed to get excited about you and you somehow bring my mother into the mix. And basically telling me the only reason you are talking to me is because I have a little weight on my bones.

"You need to gain some weight, but that ass still sitting right"

So you are saying I look like I have cancer, but somehow managed to have an ass. Thankyou for your help in my self-image issues, tear!

"I want to introduce you to the finer things in life. I will take you to Pappadeaux and shit like that"

What can I say about this one....the fact you refer shit and Pappadeaux in the same level is weird. Or the fact that you are using a restaurant to show off is weird too. And finer things in life, is like you are saying I have never experienced anything in life. Just get out of my face

"The way you walk in dem shoes, you need to walk into my apt"

I don't get it, is there a certain way to walk into your apt? And if there is, give me a second, to walk differently.

"Damn, if I date you, it's like dating a white girl and black girl at the sametime. My dreams"

WOW, I had to literally walk away from this man. Who continued to shout after me. It's like offensive, and he doesn't even get it. Tear my fucking life.

"Can I touch it (my ass) first?"

Like you need confirmation before you get my number or recite my name. Hell to the naw!

"Is it (my ass) real, I mean..."

You mean what, mofo? What the hell? How could it not be real the way it shakes and shit.

"Can I take you home and sleep on it (my ass)?"

So that is all I am good for, is a pillow. Basically telling me I am shitless and my only value is the two basketballs on my back. Thanks for that reminder.....as if!

"Say girl...Say Kim K......Say D.Woods.....Say brown girl....Say girl in the red...Say girl with the ass.....Say girl with boots on.....Say girl etc......"

I just don't take it as a compliment that you don't feel the need to walk over to me, but yell across the way of something that you feel I remind you of. Why are you so fucking lazy? Then get mad when I don't walk all the way over to you, and then you start talking bad about me. Great way to show me your personality in 5 seconds or less..

Song: I hate you so much right now by Kelis

Pick a team

If you couldn't tell, having trouble in the male department. So the question someone hit me with>>have you considered switching teams? My answer was, no, but let me think about it.


It seems like when I go to the strip clubs, I always have some stripper being fascinated by my bootie, or whispering to my homeboi about me (can I take her home, can I go home with yall, is she straight, etc).



I couldn't get past truly saying I was a lesbian without a little giggle or snort. I couldn't get past my friends, who said there is no way in hell I could qualify for the lesbian position. I couldn't dance with a female without making sure our bodies didn't touch. I couldn't stop thinking about men and their certain body part that can cause heartacke/heart attacks.



So I began some research.



What is a lesbian?



Got the definition, the official definition. Nope not for me.



So, I am not a lesbian. I am and will always be a member of Team 2 Headed Monster.


As Vivica Fox once said, "Strictly Dickly"







SONG: "My Neck, My Back" by Khia

Bitchassness Sighting at the Stepshow

I used to talk to the individual. It wasn't a big deal. Didn't tell anybody about it, until that nigga started blabbing his mouth. Like we were an item, staking claim, what the hell?

Soon as he got in Denton City limits, he decides to begin the wave of text messages. Of course I didn't respond. I stopped responding a long time ago. Just NOT THAT INTO HIM.

Then, because fate is funny, I run into him.

I spoke, I tried to be nice, but then he wants to know why am I giving him the cold shoulder, why am I talking short, let's talk outside, who's at your apartment, we need alone time....and on and on an on. It's like he forgot what was between his legs....duh!

I literally just had to walk away. No words, no looks, just walk away. I know it was rude as hell, but damn!

I even got a few cute texts while I WAS STILL THERE...(choking on my puke).

Then I see him at the stepshow....YEA....really?

I keep getting these weird looks, random eye winks, randomly I turnaround....he's right there!

Then he sees who I am sitting next to..........(big drums playing right now)

It's "Little Bit!" I guess a couple of times she was in Houston, he tried to get at her.

The rest of the show, homeboi avoids us both like we have the flu lol!

It's like how wack, could he be? A true man would have come over to both of us and maybe started a conversation. Maybe asked how we knew eachother. Maybe continue doing that uncomfortable flirting. But he wouldn't just disappear just cuz two girls know eachother. Especially when neither of them WAS YA GAL!!

BITCHASSNESS!!

Some Thoughts...

1. Did he think we were going to go WWIII on his ass?

2. Why does he think he is such a big deal?

3. His bitchassness waited till he got to Houston to text me....really??

4. Why text me, you are the wackest link!

5. At least I won't have to see him for a very long time....if ever.

6. And wouldn't you know, he is a yellow brother, not really in right now...J/K

7. I wish there was a song titled "Bitchassness"

Song: What These Bitches Want by DMX and Sisqo

Karma....The Playground of Foolishness

So Baby Dizzle came into town this weekend. We hit up a random night at Blackfinn to meet up with a mutual friend of ours, a mutual friend of ours that likes to try to get us drunk. It was cool listening to the "top 40" but it was time for me to hear "My Dougie." So we decided to hit up Karma.......

We get to Karma, and the foolishness began when we walked into the establishment. I mean, the hoodness in the building was amazing! It used to be a nice place to go, I felt the need to practice my blade under the tounge techniques.

Of course I ran into "mr. wants to beat me to death then buy a ticket back to his country" (ohh he will be like a series of blogs). I was nervous because I turned around and he was just there. Whoopsies, uncomfortable staring(it's like you can't look away). But he kept it moving. Pushing Week 5 and he hasn't made contact. Even thou all his homebois say he's coming back for me.....(Tier he is a double locked door nigga too).

We first met......

Mr. "I Pull Out My Biggest Bill In My Wallet and Let You Order The Drink But I Still Want My Change"

I don't get it, why don't these males just order the drink then. What's the point? Am I supposed to be impressed by seeing that particular President?

Then.....

Mr."I've Never Seen You in Here Before."

But I can remember us being around the same table, even a short convo. Guess he decided this was his time to move in, but just be like I remember you or something else. I have a good memory and you are already lying.....tear

Then....

Mr. "I Don't Come Here Often (But The Bartendar Knows My Name)"

Like how are you and the bartendar so friendly? How come so many people that walk by just know you? What's the point of lying?

Then....

Mr. "Can I Drink Yo Bathwater"

What can I say about this one. I don't care if it's Halle Berry, isn't that a little nasty, weird, disgusting, crazy, idiotic...Kind of inappropiate in beginning convo. Maybe have a fetish, but do you really reveal that about yourself to a stranger?

Then....

Mr. "I Know You Talked To My Homeboi, But Can I Take You To Breakfast?"

Really, just breakfast? Really, trying to holla cuz your boi isn't here? Kind of lame and a bit wack!

Well, I can say I had a great time. And thank the random males that gave me something to blog about.

SONG: I'm Bossy by Kelis