Take It or Leave It
Sometimes, I can be a real asshole. I don’t live with the desire to hurt anyone’s feelings, but there seems to be a casually consistent moment of, “oh well”, brewing in my mind. Perhaps I’m smelling my own shit a little too much; dare I say I was probably wrong for my juvenile, inconsiderate, immature actions towards this young lady on this particular night. Further explanation, or the evil uH standing on my left shoulder, says, fuck it, it’s her fault. She said one thing and did another, so I told her, “take it or leave it.”
I got a text from T asking to go with her to see that Madea movie, in which I accepted, even though I’m not too curious about even seeing that movie. I followed with a request for her to accept my strokes, which she was down for as well. That’s where we begin…
The cast of characters: Eastside T, Tonya (me neighbor), and myself. My neighbor and I were sitting on the porch talking when T pulled up. Her hair was…natural. Naturally CRAZY. I’ve never seen her looking like that before, so I was thrown off. My neighbor had a crazy look on her face as she saw her pulling up, “that’s the girl you’re going out with?”, she asked, as if she’d thought I’d lost my mind.
T had a mysterious look on her face, wondering why there was some girl sitting on the porch with me, but she sat down and joined in the conversation, which quickly turned into a debate. T seems to say a lot of stuff I disagree with, which sucks for our non-sexual time together. Despite that, T was hinting that she wanted to have sex, so the first thing I thought was threesome. Whoa. This would be one of the worst threesomes I could ever possibly have, simply because T is so damn uptight. Re-think. Plan #2. Have sex with T while my Tonya recorded it…yea that’s better.
Fast forward. T’s in my bed, Tonya’s sitting on the edge of the bed tending to facebook. T’s on her phone as well, probably talking sh*t about the situation. By this time, I’m sure both of them caught on to what I was trying to do. Tonya was fine with it, T was apprehensive. I couldn’t get to take her pants off, even after assuring her that Tonya wasn’t going to touch her. “I’m not into girls,” Tonya confirmed, although I bet she would be if I brought Tsunami around again. T still wouldn’t take her pants off and I franckly didn’t feel like playing games with her. “Are you going to take them off or not?”, I sternly asked. After she said no, I simply shifted my attention to Tonya, who could have cared less about T being there.
Since T needed to get her hair and everything else together, I told her to just call me when she was ready to go to the movies. Tonya brought up the obvious point that maybe she didn’t feel comfortable having sex in front of her, which is when T finally decided to say something. “I’m not trying to get it in front of her,” she agreed. “Oh well, it’s no me, without her,” I responded. Granted, that sounded like I was trying to make her fuck both of us, which I wasn’t, but she knew what I meant. I could see the disappointment and anger on T’s face as she realized I wasn’t going to kick Tonya out. In all honesty, I didn’t care one way or the other, I knew I was going to have sex with one of them. Rather it was her or not was completely up to her. She’d clearly made her choice, so I walked her out to her car, as she pouted.
Now let’s play role reversal. What if I came over her house and there was a dude sitting with her on the porch? First off, who is this nigga? If he’s not your family, I’m leaving. Secondly, it would have never gotten to her room. If I came over there to have sex, yet you have someone else there, then you don’t want to have sex…meaning, I have no reason to be there.
I returned back to my room, with Tonya laying on the bed, and proceeded to deliver her strokes on strokes. Good too, although I must say, T’s overall sexual performance is better than Tonya’s, but it was the first time we’d actually had sex (she’s given me head on several occasions). Tonya understood why she didn’t want to do it, as did I, but she didn’t hold her tongue when she let me know that she didn’t even think I should be messing with T in the first place. Tonya has seen Tsunami and Teresa (this is a lot of T’s) and she thought both of them were cute…T, not so much. “Does she always look like that?”, she asked. “Umm, nah, lol. It was just an off day,” I said as I thought about why I was actually dealing with T in the first place. Her body is splendid, but we really don’t get along that well, and we seem to stop talking more than we start. Perhaps it’s the fact that I love the fact, that she’s insanely in love with my dick.
Now I’m finally alone again, getting ready to finish up my work for the weekend, before it even starts. The plan was to go to the movies with T around 10, so I decided to stick to it, even though I didn’t really feel like it. Right before T and I pulled off, she intelligently asked, “Who’s paying for this, you or me?” I swiftly answered, “Who asked to go?” and the car went silent. To me, whoever asked the other person out is the one who should be paying, unless it’s Bubbles (we just do stuff, whoever pulls out their wallet first pays). For some reason, she thought it would be a good idea to wait all the way until she got over my house, ready to pull off, to ask this question. “You might as well park it then,” she snapped back. I think she was under the impression that I was just going to say, “forget it, I got you.” Ehhh, No. So she thought I was going to pay for a movie, that I didn’t really want to see, with a woman who just pouted her way out of my house (although she may have had a good reason)? Yea right.
Was I wrong? Probably. Not for the movies, but for the sexual situation. Although, to my defense, the last time I had sex with T, she agreed to having another woman in the room. So don’t get mad with me when I bring the woman to you. More specifically, I told her about Tonya and simply said, “whatever you want daddy.” Ok, so “daddy” brought a chick, not even to touch you, just to be there and…probably touch me, but you couldn’t take it? I’m straight.
This is probably the 8th time I’ve fallen out with T and it’s beyond quitting time. I know too many other women, who I get along with far more, and probably wouldn’t even have these situations with, to go through this stuff. I do realize that I’m an asshole for some of the stuff that went on, but she made this bed…and when it was time to go to sleep, she didn’t want to lay in it.
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19 Comments
5/13/2011
Aw man, just leave her alone. She sounds like she doesn’t even know what she wants. Dont be so damn indecisive, dang.
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May 13th, 2011 at 10:00 am
that’s exactly what she is…indecisive. If there’s one thing I don’t like, it’s a woman who can’t make her mind.
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5/13/2011
The hardest thing about this whole post is the potential gas wasted smh as for the chick cancel her and find you a new one so many quotes that can apply to this situation you choose the best lol
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May 14th, 2011 at 7:22 am
lol, no gas wasted on my end thankfully. But I will say this, I do appreciate her telling me she wasn’t paying before I pulled off. I would have been extremely…upset, had she waited until we got to the ticket counter.
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5/13/2011
99.9% of women are so predictable….women are the most jealousy and insecure creatures on this earth …Fact
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5/13/2011
T needs to kick rocks. Every since I went off to college(Im from Chicago) I cant really stand ghetto b!tches for an extended period of time. Ive never been a square but some of the sh!t they find important or to make sense is a str8 turn off.
I hope that “T” stands for “toodles”. No homo
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May 14th, 2011 at 7:22 am
why do you think she’s ghetto though? I hope that’s not the picture I painted of her, as I don’t think she’s a hoodrat, she’s just not fly when she comes around me…I don’t think she cares. If you judge her pics on facebook, you’d think she was nice with it everyday.
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May 16th, 2011 at 3:47 pm
Well there’s three reasons.
1. She had naturally crazy hair, sounded like a hood rat do.
2. She wanted to go see Madea, if a woman wants to watch that Coonery, educated or not she has a few ghetto bones in her body.
3. Any cultured woman knows that if u invite someone out they(the person that gave the invite) pay the bill. That’s general knowledge for the college/working man or woman.
Pictures are usually deceiving, it just depends on ones perception.
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May 16th, 2011 at 9:43 pm
Ok.
1. I have to say that one is wrong. Her hair was just off, for whatever reason. She typically has weave, but atleast it’s done.
2. I can’t argue with that one, lol.
3. I agree with you there as well.
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5/13/2011
Your right.. You are an ass.
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May 14th, 2011 at 7:22 am
Why though?
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5/15/2011
Yea i agree with Mila ur an ass. Not for the movie situation but definitly for everything else.
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May 16th, 2011 at 9:41 pm
I’ll accept that.
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5/19/2011
who ever proposes the date has to pay? that the most childish thing I have ever heard… these women who have sex with you are absolute lunatics….
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May 19th, 2011 at 6:07 pm
How is that childish? If I ask you out, I would expect I’d be paying. If you ask me out, why wouldn’t it be the same. Furthermore, I don’t have this “agreement” with everyone. I go out with Bubbles, Piggy, etc… and it never matters who pays, but those are different situations.
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May 19th, 2011 at 6:43 pm
I disagree, I don’t think Un is being childish. However, not everyone shares his same expectation in those regards, nor does that make him wrong but just simply his preference. It’s up there with “only the guys suppose to pay;” just antiquated etiquette. I’ve only encounter one guy in my entirely dating life who has made this request, the rest have refused when I offered to pay. When I first meet someone, I prefer to go dutch and according to how we progress will determine how the bill will be handled
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May 23rd, 2011 at 11:23 am
Let me be clear, I have taken women out. Bubbles, L, Bumble Blee, Therapist, etc… and paying was never a problem. I’ll quickly tell Bubbles, “I got it,” when she reaches for her purse. The differences come with the type of relationship between the two people.
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5/19/2011
The same T that bubbles told off via text? Wow I didn’t know she was still around, damn I feel like I really know these girls in real life. LOL, you are so wrong for the sex situtation but I mean she has dealt with you before to know how you interact. I mean really what was she expecting you not to want a threesome one day. she told what she would be down for doing. Everyone women wants to be so judgemental as if they have never had an off day..women, smh
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May 19th, 2011 at 6:06 pm
Damn girl, you’re talking a LONG time ago, like back in 2009. Bubbles is not a fan of T, lol, at all. She said she was looking thirsty on my twitter and she wasn’t even saying anything. I don’t really update on what’s going on with the various women I deal with. For instance, Bumble Bee called me today to tell me about her hair growth, lol.
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