...by about a week ago. Last Sunday in fact. It was nice having him over. He hadn't been over since the first night I'd moved into my new place. It was funny because he started making the, "I wanna have sex with you motions," and I pointed out that that ship had sailed. No more entering my port baby. LOL.
He seemed a bit surprised and tried to convince me to aid him in getting him off--which he proclaimed was not sexual in the least. Yeah whatever. I let him know the last time we had sex was really the last time. He took it all in stride though. It was all rather comical.
He came by again Wednesday to borrow five dollars and I looked at him and said, "Oh damn you're cute." LOL. It also made me realize that while I'm over GH I'll never really be over GH. LOL. Sigh. it is what it is.
The next day, Thursday I call him to see if he could take me to Target. He answers the phone and I'm thinking he's sleep 'cause his voice is all heavy. Turns out his cousin had died and he'd gotten the news 5am that morning. What I thought was sleep was actually tears. Caught me by surprise. I tried calling him last night to see how he was doing but he didn't answer. I'll probably try again today. I'm a little worried about him. He's lost a lot of people in the last year. What can I say...he's my friend. And I care. And honestly...there's no shaking the boy.
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Saturday, October 13, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
So Whose Penis...
...was I drowning my sorrows on? No not Jack (Jack is the guy I talk about here, here and here)but The Body.
Yeah you read right. I said The Body. He's so fine that he makes GH look fat. Yeah. It's that serious.
I actually met The Body last school year. I was really checking for his boy. This dude I'd been crushing on before I'd met GH. But his boy wasn't paying me no mind.
Later we met again in the J-School Director's office and had a nice little conversation. I knew he was hot but not quite as hot as I now realize he is. That was it. He never seemed interested in me and I didn't give him much thought either.
Anyway fast forward to a week or two ago and I meet The Body again in the gym. He comes over and makes some widely inappropriate comment and I give him a pass because
A. I'm thinking: Why is he talking to me exactly.
B. Ahh he's a boneheaded male. They seem to like saying dumb shit to me.
Anywho we get to talking and flirting and he invites me to this Labor Day jet skiing event he's hosting and he gives me his number.
I text him the Friday before Labor Day. But that's the last communication we had because my cellphone ends up stolen that night (yeah me and my homegirl are leaving the club and we get back to the car and my cell phone that was in the glove department is gone. The car is there but my cell phone is not. SMH) so I don't text him again until that Tuesday when I get my new phone.
Anywho I invite him over one night not soon after that and the funniest thing happened:
When he stepped out of the car I thought I was going to pass out. LOL. Dude so damn built I just didn't know what to do.
He gets in the house and he's sitting on the couch and at some point (I think he'd asked for a massage) he takes his shirt off and I'm like:
Dude..no..put the shirt back on. You can't be in my house like that. LOL.
Anyway the night ends with some more laughs. A few days later I discover that he has something else that GH doesn't have:
A penis the size of a coke can but longer.
Don't let folk fool you. Just because they have muscles, doesn't mean they ain't packing. I know.
That also proved to be a funny night as well because I looked at it and said:
That's not gonna fit.
The first time he'd come through I realized he had a rather large penis because he came to the house with gym shorts on and no drawers (sigh) and it became quite OBVIOUS really fast that he was packing heavy.
Anyway I made a comment about the fact that his boy parts were ginormous. And what the hell did he expect someone to do with that.
He remarked that his penis was smaller then a baby.
To which I replied -- I had a Cesarean Section.
LOL.
Needless to say I was right. It didn't fit. It wasn't even half way in and I was ooohing and ouching the whole time.
SMH.
I'm gonna have to get some practice in. Extra large dildo here I come.
LOL.
Yeah you read right. I said The Body. He's so fine that he makes GH look fat. Yeah. It's that serious.
I actually met The Body last school year. I was really checking for his boy. This dude I'd been crushing on before I'd met GH. But his boy wasn't paying me no mind.
Later we met again in the J-School Director's office and had a nice little conversation. I knew he was hot but not quite as hot as I now realize he is. That was it. He never seemed interested in me and I didn't give him much thought either.
Anyway fast forward to a week or two ago and I meet The Body again in the gym. He comes over and makes some widely inappropriate comment and I give him a pass because
A. I'm thinking: Why is he talking to me exactly.
B. Ahh he's a boneheaded male. They seem to like saying dumb shit to me.
Anywho we get to talking and flirting and he invites me to this Labor Day jet skiing event he's hosting and he gives me his number.
I text him the Friday before Labor Day. But that's the last communication we had because my cellphone ends up stolen that night (yeah me and my homegirl are leaving the club and we get back to the car and my cell phone that was in the glove department is gone. The car is there but my cell phone is not. SMH) so I don't text him again until that Tuesday when I get my new phone.
Anywho I invite him over one night not soon after that and the funniest thing happened:
When he stepped out of the car I thought I was going to pass out. LOL. Dude so damn built I just didn't know what to do.
He gets in the house and he's sitting on the couch and at some point (I think he'd asked for a massage) he takes his shirt off and I'm like:
Dude..no..put the shirt back on. You can't be in my house like that. LOL.
Anyway the night ends with some more laughs. A few days later I discover that he has something else that GH doesn't have:
A penis the size of a coke can but longer.
Don't let folk fool you. Just because they have muscles, doesn't mean they ain't packing. I know.
That also proved to be a funny night as well because I looked at it and said:
That's not gonna fit.
The first time he'd come through I realized he had a rather large penis because he came to the house with gym shorts on and no drawers (sigh) and it became quite OBVIOUS really fast that he was packing heavy.
Anyway I made a comment about the fact that his boy parts were ginormous. And what the hell did he expect someone to do with that.
He remarked that his penis was smaller then a baby.
To which I replied -- I had a Cesarean Section.
LOL.
Needless to say I was right. It didn't fit. It wasn't even half way in and I was ooohing and ouching the whole time.
SMH.
I'm gonna have to get some practice in. Extra large dildo here I come.
LOL.
So The Reason For...
...all of the Al Green, broken heart posts is because I ran into GH at the club on Saturday.
Yeah.
I knew he was going to be there. It was the after-party for the first home game so there was no doubt that he was going to be there.
And the club was THICK.
Anywho. We've go about 50 minutes left in the club before it closes and low and behold who do I see.
Not only do I see him but he and his homeboys sit at the table RIGHT NEXT TO ME AND MY HOMEGIRLS!
What the fuck?
I was UPSET. I mean it's cool you speak and whatnot but to sit at the table next to me? I call foul dude.
You know what the situation is. You know I haven't seen, heard, spent any time with you in ages (since the time he bent me over the couch right before school started. Don't ask) and you post up next to me in the club?
Proper "we're no longer dealing because I'm a trifling ass negro" etiquette would dictate that you move your ass.
But he didn't.
Sigh.
Other than that it was a great night.
So what does any self-respecting, broken hearted girl do when the dude she's in love with pops up unexpectedly at the club and plops his ever so fine ass down next to her completely ruining her last hour at the club?
Well, she texts someone when she leaves the club and asks what they're doing and would they like to come over for a bit of nighttime fun.
Yep.
So how do you mend a broken heart?
By drowning your sorrows on someone else's penis.
Yeah.
I knew he was going to be there. It was the after-party for the first home game so there was no doubt that he was going to be there.
And the club was THICK.
Anywho. We've go about 50 minutes left in the club before it closes and low and behold who do I see.
Not only do I see him but he and his homeboys sit at the table RIGHT NEXT TO ME AND MY HOMEGIRLS!
What the fuck?
I was UPSET. I mean it's cool you speak and whatnot but to sit at the table next to me? I call foul dude.
You know what the situation is. You know I haven't seen, heard, spent any time with you in ages (since the time he bent me over the couch right before school started. Don't ask) and you post up next to me in the club?
Proper "we're no longer dealing because I'm a trifling ass negro" etiquette would dictate that you move your ass.
But he didn't.
Sigh.
Other than that it was a great night.
So what does any self-respecting, broken hearted girl do when the dude she's in love with pops up unexpectedly at the club and plops his ever so fine ass down next to her completely ruining her last hour at the club?
Well, she texts someone when she leaves the club and asks what they're doing and would they like to come over for a bit of nighttime fun.
Yep.
So how do you mend a broken heart?
By drowning your sorrows on someone else's penis.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Thursday, August 09, 2007
GH Strikes Again
I feel like I was super tried and I didn't even do anything to deserve it. Here's what happened:
GH and I have been chatting via Facebook. Nothing major. I just knew he was supposed to start a new job at the University so I was asking him how work was. Eventually we get to a point where he says,
Hey, hit me up tomorrow. I might swing by.
I say:
Well I'm here all day today so if/when you get a chance feel free to stop by.
He says:
OK. Will do
I say:
Cool.
So, even though I realize it's not a definite "yes" he's coming over, I clean up my room just in case and simply because my room needed cleaning. I just had an incentive to do it sooner rather than later.
Anyway, I finish cleaning and I hear a car pull up outside. It's not GH's car but GH steps out of it. So I go downstairs to open the door and whatnot, (this is the part where I realize he knows my roommate's God brother who is staying with us and they chat it up) well, at this point, I realize a couple of things:
1. He parked in front of my house which is a no, no 'cause we tow 'round these parts
2. The car is still running
Neither of theses things are good signs that he's trying to stay and hang out. Not at all.
So he comes over and asks me if I have any Black Cd's.
I say:
Yeah
He says:
Can I get three of them.
I look at him like:
Are you serious?
He begs.
I say:
Sure.
And I go upstairs to get them. When I come back down to hand them to him after some more meanigless chit chat I ask him if he's coming back through here.
He then hits me with:
When?
AND he says it with attitude. Like it's the most far fetched shit he's ever heard.
I then look at him like:
What the Fuck Nigga? You said to me you might come thru today. I didn't ask you to stop by. I didn't say "come hang with me." So don't hit me with a "when" like I'm speaking a foreign fucking language and that the question is just the oddest shit you ever heard.
I guess he noticed the look on my face because he went into what I call, Bullshit Mode, where he offers some bullshit ass answer to said question and all I here is:
Wah, Wah, Wah, Wah...Wah
To which I respond:
Yeah. Okay. Alright. Later.
And GH:
Later
Now, can someone please explain to me why he dropped by my house to get a couple of blank Cd's? He coulda just asked me that shit over Facebook and I woulda been like yeah. Just come by and get them.
But don't look at me like I'm a fool 'cause I asked if you're coming over later after YOU SAID YOU MIGHT COME BY. You said that shit. Not me.
Anyway. GH is still GH. Lol. Some shit really does just stay the same.
GH and I have been chatting via Facebook. Nothing major. I just knew he was supposed to start a new job at the University so I was asking him how work was. Eventually we get to a point where he says,
Hey, hit me up tomorrow. I might swing by.
I say:
Well I'm here all day today so if/when you get a chance feel free to stop by.
He says:
OK. Will do
I say:
Cool.
So, even though I realize it's not a definite "yes" he's coming over, I clean up my room just in case and simply because my room needed cleaning. I just had an incentive to do it sooner rather than later.
Anyway, I finish cleaning and I hear a car pull up outside. It's not GH's car but GH steps out of it. So I go downstairs to open the door and whatnot, (this is the part where I realize he knows my roommate's God brother who is staying with us and they chat it up) well, at this point, I realize a couple of things:
1. He parked in front of my house which is a no, no 'cause we tow 'round these parts
2. The car is still running
Neither of theses things are good signs that he's trying to stay and hang out. Not at all.
So he comes over and asks me if I have any Black Cd's.
I say:
Yeah
He says:
Can I get three of them.
I look at him like:
Are you serious?
He begs.
I say:
Sure.
And I go upstairs to get them. When I come back down to hand them to him after some more meanigless chit chat I ask him if he's coming back through here.
He then hits me with:
When?
AND he says it with attitude. Like it's the most far fetched shit he's ever heard.
I then look at him like:
What the Fuck Nigga? You said to me you might come thru today. I didn't ask you to stop by. I didn't say "come hang with me." So don't hit me with a "when" like I'm speaking a foreign fucking language and that the question is just the oddest shit you ever heard.
I guess he noticed the look on my face because he went into what I call, Bullshit Mode, where he offers some bullshit ass answer to said question and all I here is:
Wah, Wah, Wah, Wah...Wah
To which I respond:
Yeah. Okay. Alright. Later.
And GH:
Later
Now, can someone please explain to me why he dropped by my house to get a couple of blank Cd's? He coulda just asked me that shit over Facebook and I woulda been like yeah. Just come by and get them.
But don't look at me like I'm a fool 'cause I asked if you're coming over later after YOU SAID YOU MIGHT COME BY. You said that shit. Not me.
Anyway. GH is still GH. Lol. Some shit really does just stay the same.
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Speaking of GH...
...I am having a bad case of GH withdrawal. It's hard man. I love him. I miss him. And when I'm laying here in this be empty bed it's his arms I yearn for. It's his spirit I need. SMH. I really wish this would just go away. I really do.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Roster Update: GH
So Gh and I haven't been on the best of terms recently. And not for the obvious reasons. For reasons unknown dude couldn't see to drop by and drop off the $20 he owned that I loaned him way back in April.
The only reason why I asked was because I was so broke that I only had $3.54 cent to my name-in change. Yeah.
Anywho, he just wouldn't drop it by. And, as you can imagine, I was getting uber frustrated because I thought he was just being selfish and insensitive about the whole thing. And I told him so.
I also told him that, "He talks to, calls and sees whomever else he wants to see why can't he just drop off the cash,"
Translation: I saw you chatting with that bitch in the gym so I know you had to be talking to the heifer and you can't drop off my mutha fuckin' money? Nigga what the fuck is wrong with you?
Anyway, after some prodding I got $14 of the $20 he owed me.
Then, after a little more prodding (all nice I assure you) he came by last Saturday and dropped off the other $6.
We chatted a bit. It was cool. Somehow we started talking about weight and whatnot and he was talking about how he was trying to drop his body fat. That the extra weight he was carrying around was mostly ass and thigh fat.
To which I replied, "Well it's not ass and thigh fat that kills you it's belly fat."
He said, "Yeah"
To which I said, "Yeah. Thank God ass fat doesn't kill you. I don't know what I would do. I don't know what would happen."
To which he replied, "I'd be speaking at your funeral."
Ha, Ha, GH. Ha, Ha.
The only reason why I asked was because I was so broke that I only had $3.54 cent to my name-in change. Yeah.
Anywho, he just wouldn't drop it by. And, as you can imagine, I was getting uber frustrated because I thought he was just being selfish and insensitive about the whole thing. And I told him so.
I also told him that, "He talks to, calls and sees whomever else he wants to see why can't he just drop off the cash,"
Translation: I saw you chatting with that bitch in the gym so I know you had to be talking to the heifer and you can't drop off my mutha fuckin' money? Nigga what the fuck is wrong with you?
Anyway, after some prodding I got $14 of the $20 he owed me.
Then, after a little more prodding (all nice I assure you) he came by last Saturday and dropped off the other $6.
We chatted a bit. It was cool. Somehow we started talking about weight and whatnot and he was talking about how he was trying to drop his body fat. That the extra weight he was carrying around was mostly ass and thigh fat.
To which I replied, "Well it's not ass and thigh fat that kills you it's belly fat."
He said, "Yeah"
To which I said, "Yeah. Thank God ass fat doesn't kill you. I don't know what I would do. I don't know what would happen."
To which he replied, "I'd be speaking at your funeral."
Ha, Ha, GH. Ha, Ha.
Monday, July 16, 2007
I Think GH...
...has a new jump-off. It's the same chick that set me off a couple of months ago when I saw him chatting with her on Facebook.
The one that made me initially ask him for the $20 dollars he owed me (which I still haven't gotten all of) because I was so ticked that he was talking to her and not talking to me.
The one who made me finally get my school e-mail because I wanted access to her Facebook page.
The chick I saw him in the gym with today.
That chick.
SMH.
I could feel the anger coursing through my veins when I saw her live and in the flesh. I thought my head was going to explode. I just knew I was going to lose it.
Of course I didn't. He waved when he saw me. Came by and gave me a hug. And I watched to see if he and chicky would leave together.
Trey didn't. They went their separate ways.
But still. But still.
The one that made me initially ask him for the $20 dollars he owed me (which I still haven't gotten all of) because I was so ticked that he was talking to her and not talking to me.
The one who made me finally get my school e-mail because I wanted access to her Facebook page.
The chick I saw him in the gym with today.
That chick.
SMH.
I could feel the anger coursing through my veins when I saw her live and in the flesh. I thought my head was going to explode. I just knew I was going to lose it.
Of course I didn't. He waved when he saw me. Came by and gave me a hug. And I watched to see if he and chicky would leave together.
Trey didn't. They went their separate ways.
But still. But still.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Why Can't The...
...damn boy just like me? Is that too much to ask? I'm cute. I'm funny. I'm inteligent and to quote T.I. I gotta, "...juicy ass that the boys in the south like." And the damn boy just doesn't like me.
I mean....he likes me, but not like I like him. He said, when the topic was broached (yes I broached it), that he thought I was an "interesting" girl. What the Fuck does that mean? I'm an "interesting" girl? Shit...that elicits about as much passion as a warmed over bagel.
As backstory our relationship did start off as a sex thing...sort of. I've never been really sure what we're doing. And for awhile didn't care. He's super sexy. I'd been celibate for 7 and half months, he passed my interview process and Voila....we were doing bedroom aerobics. I've been dating other people (read dating NOT sexing), sleeping with him and life has been good.
Then something happened. No, not how I felt about him, I've liked him for awhile, but what I wanted. After dating, and dating, and dating and not finding anyone that I liked nearly as much as I liked GH (Gym Hottie), I realized I wanted more then our pseudo sex relationship. I wanted someone I could call my own, if not him, then someone.
So I begin to get a little grumpy when he didn't call like he used to or come by like he used to. I mean he used to call just to say hi. He used to come by a couple times a week. Things were good. And then they weren't. And I'm not sure what happened. I mean, I chalk it up to him just not liking me. Maybe he did. And now he doesn't. And that interesting girl line doesn't help.
WHY? Why? Why? Why? Every damn other boy on this campus is trying to get at me. Everybody else wants to take me out, get my number, weasel their way over to my place. But NOOOOOOO, not the one sumabitch I want to ask me out, call me or weasel his way over to my place. Hell. Life just isn't damnit fair.
I mean....he likes me, but not like I like him. He said, when the topic was broached (yes I broached it), that he thought I was an "interesting" girl. What the Fuck does that mean? I'm an "interesting" girl? Shit...that elicits about as much passion as a warmed over bagel.
As backstory our relationship did start off as a sex thing...sort of. I've never been really sure what we're doing. And for awhile didn't care. He's super sexy. I'd been celibate for 7 and half months, he passed my interview process and Voila....we were doing bedroom aerobics. I've been dating other people (read dating NOT sexing), sleeping with him and life has been good.
Then something happened. No, not how I felt about him, I've liked him for awhile, but what I wanted. After dating, and dating, and dating and not finding anyone that I liked nearly as much as I liked GH (Gym Hottie), I realized I wanted more then our pseudo sex relationship. I wanted someone I could call my own, if not him, then someone.
So I begin to get a little grumpy when he didn't call like he used to or come by like he used to. I mean he used to call just to say hi. He used to come by a couple times a week. Things were good. And then they weren't. And I'm not sure what happened. I mean, I chalk it up to him just not liking me. Maybe he did. And now he doesn't. And that interesting girl line doesn't help.
WHY? Why? Why? Why? Every damn other boy on this campus is trying to get at me. Everybody else wants to take me out, get my number, weasel their way over to my place. But NOOOOOOO, not the one sumabitch I want to ask me out, call me or weasel his way over to my place. Hell. Life just isn't damnit fair.
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