I’m sure most of you have already seen this, but if you haven’t…it’s hilarious. If you’re offended, then stop being so up tight. It’s for comedic purposes only. “I need a b***h that’s gone cook. I definitely ain’t taking you to no restaurant. I ain’t even taking you to no fast food. Fast food s**t adds up. Fucking supersizes and McFlurries and s**t.” LMAO.
I think to some extent, a lot of young black males, including myself, struggle with our male egos. There seems to always be someone, somewhere, who would like to prove that they are more masculine, tougher, and better than you for no apparent reason. I witnessed this first hand on a stroll around Northland Mall yesterday with a very pretty young lady (with whom I’ve never had sex with). I haven’t told anyone about this except two of my uncles, which were mixed on their opinions on how I handled this situation. So here’s what happened…
One of my past associates recently sent me a text that said, “you’re a lonely hater.” I looked up lonely on webster.com and I can say, I’m DEFINITELY not that. I obviously don’t hate people and I’d like to see everyone happy to be honest, unless their happiness is based on my misery. Her comment stemmed from a lack of reaction I had to her announcement of her and her “boyfriend” being together for 2 years; saying that he’d “finally” proposed to her. Was I supposed to light up with energy on the phone? I had to leave her with this, “Do you know how many people have been working at the same job for 10 years…and THEY HATE IT, but they stay because they feel they have to?”…
The “Red Light of the Month” award proudly goes to a female that I met up with recently in Taylor. From the moment I arrived at her apartment, there where nothing but consistent moments of regret for wasting my gas. This was perhaps the fastest I have ever picked up a woman and dropped her back off. There was no chemistry; not even the size of her breast and ass could deter my overall irritation level with this woman. Let’s take a look back…
I didn’t want to write this without the visual reminders of the most enjoying moment that night, but since writing has been around much longer than cameras have, allow me to soak my brain into thise beat of “Anytime, Anyplace” by Janet Jackson while it plays softly in the background. This is that forever sex. The type of sex, s**t, the type of orgasms that you wouldn’t mind having for the rest of your life on earth; All with the type of partner who is just as freaky, adventurous, and in love with the idea of satisfying you everytime your bodies turn into one…as you are with them. I’m tired of this damn introduction… “And if you want it baby you can get it *Anytime*/ and if you down baby we can do it *Anyplace*//”….
I don’t call men, so I don’t care about what they do on their phones. This is strictly to the ladies, about the ladies, and for the ladies. Preferably those 21 and up; heck, let’s say 25 and up. There are some things that adult women do with their cell phones that makes me question their maturity and professionalism. These are the same women that often tell me to “grow up,” all the while they are acting like 14 yr-old girls with their newest smart phone gadgets. If you’re guilty of one of these things, you’re just a normal person…but if all five apply to you, stop trying to live like you were born in the 90′s. Let us begin…
I love straight women. I love bisexual women. However I am not too partial of women that like women…and don’t like me, which is probably a bigger percentage of the girl-liking-girl demographic than I’d like to admit. What I have recently experienced is like NOTHING I have ever been through in my life. It’s so unbelievable that had it not happened to me, I wouldn’t believe it either: She chose her box over my d**k…
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