I created my blog account a few days ago but I was waiting to write about something that I really had strong feelings about rather than talking about absolutely nothing. Something just came to me by a text message. So I wrote a blog about it. Like to hear it, here it go:
I don’t wanna toot my own horn but I think I’m cute, pretty, beautiful, I mean whatever you wanna call it (toot, toot). I don’t have that much of a problem getting male attention. But along with that comes bad male attention. Now what I mean by bad male attention is those guys that act like they are really into you just to get what they want (sidebar: you really don’t have to tell a girl you love her to get some booty, honesty is the key. She probably just wants sex from you just like that’s all you want from her). Anywho…recently I’ve come across a handful of guys that have tried me like that. And I can’t blame them fully because I, being of emotional relationship vulnerability, like to believe that crap sometimes, just to make me feel better for the moment. But Momma ain’t raise no fool!!! I feed into it when I want to, but I have a keen sense for bullshit. I can actually smell it right when they open their mouths. Then I don’t know if you guys just stop trying to cover your tracks with the bullshit or if y’all actually forgot the game plan.
Great example: I met this guy (Codename: Reebok Classic Wearing Loser) and he was saying things that I liked such as “I’m not looking to get married, just somebody to be cool with” AND “I know guys try to sleep with you on the first night. I wouldn’t do that. We can just chill and watch movies”. *SNIFF SNIFF* Do I smell bullshit? I believe so. Then I guess he forgot what he said, because on the first night (yeah you guessed it) he tried to have sex with me. DUDE, did you forget your own game plan?
My next example plays out a little different: Met this guy (Codename: Experimental White Boy) and he was an overall great guy. He took me out, we actually had conversations that were worth conversing about (sidebar: the word is “conversing” not “conversating”. That’s not even a word, so stop using it!). He lives in another state so whenever he comes in to town he gives me a call and I go see him. But After a while I said to myself, I said, “Self… is it me or is he just calling me when he wants some you-know-what from you-know-who”. Then it became clear when I saw the pic of his girlfriend on his desktop. Then I got a random message today that read, “Come c me 2morrow”. No “hi”, or “how have you been since the last time I hit you up for a booty call”, not anything along those lines. Now this is after I gave him the brush off text that was fabricated just a little…okay a lot… okay the whole thing was a lie. I think this is a case of not caring enough to cover your tracks.
Now what kills me about both of these cases is even though they are receiving the obvious (and frequent) brush offs, they still call. WHY? I don’t know, nor do I care, I just kinda wish they would stop.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Do You Smell That?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)




1 comments:
Damn...white boys do nigga shit too???? Well I'll be James Brown. I was hoping they were different! Oh well, back to Operation FRESHMEAT.
But to answer your question, guys think with their dicks, not with their heads or their hearts. Somehow they distinguish between the wifeys and jumpoffs some kinda way but I havent been able to quite figure that one out yet. Sigh...maybe in the future.
Post a Comment