The 30 Year Old is Moving On Up!!!!
So who is the 30 Year Old? He's a guy that I met. He went to my high school but like I said he's about 5 years old than me. If you need a visual...think of Diddy's Younger, Sexier Cousin! No seriously, that's what he looks like.
He's really nice. He is so sweet. But what confuses the hell out of me is that he actually wants to be in a situation with me. Meaning he wants to date me exclusively. It's so random. Lately, I've been dealing with dudes who just want to be on my team that when someone comes at me seriously and not just talk but seriously sending me flowers and gifts to my job it's like whoa! Whoa! This dude is for real. So I am actually taking him serious now.
Would you invest so much time in someone you hardly knew? Or is that the idea, invest the time in someone so that you get to know them? I'm just scared. The Basketball Player has my mentally fucked up. Is this what I want at this time? Do I want to date someone exclusively or do I enjoy the single life and all the fun I'm having? I guess that's what I have to ask myself before it gets too deep...am I ready for this? Am I ready to actually fall in love...the Changer has me bugging!!! Is love really love or is it just you changing? Am I ready to fall for someone again?
Labels: boyfriends, flowers, love, relationships
Can I Slide Down Your Pole?
The title is so scandalous but that's how I feel about this guy right now....hold on let me relocate to the living room...my mom doesn't like to read but she does I want her to wait til I'm done.
Okay, that's better. Now the Firefighter.... Okay so I don't remember how I met him...but I know that I did. I met him when I was 19 and he was 18 years old. He worked at Best Buy at the time and I was in college. He thought it was so funny that I was in my third year of college and he was just graduating high school. That's right people I was baby genius...I guess...okay so I wasn't a genius but I was really smart. I started college at age 17. He is so cute, about 5'10", light skinned, curly hair...if you caught him in the wrong light you might think he was Puerto Rican. Long story short it was fun while it lasted then we lost contact. I don't remember if I slide down his pole or not but he claims I did but boy do I want to now!!!!
It was 2 weeks ago and I saw him at a party. We were both so excited to see each other. It was like "Oh Wow Cherry's Kid!" and I was like "Oh Wow Firefighter!" LOL! We were laughing, took some photos together, and exchanged numbers. So we've been texting back and forth but last night was so sexy!!!! Last night he asked me to meet him at a Cigar Bar. Now I've never been to a Cigar Bar before and I was nervous but I was like fuck it...if I want to slide down his pole I got to be up for the options! I met him at the Cigar Bar...it was nice.
I walked into the place and all of the men turned around... I did the sexy "Hello Gentlemen." All of the men were like wow. He immediately jumped up and escorted me to a table and we sat and talked. I'm on antibiotics so there was no liquor but we had a good time. He got a nice flavored cigar for me. He cut it and lit it for me. It was good times, we watched the game, and flirted. And I asked the question, when can I slide down his pole!!! He said whenever I want to!!!! But the unfortunate part is...I already slid down his pole but I don't remember...so is that bad? was his pole bad? was I bad? damn...do I want to slide down his pole again just to find out if it was good or not? and how can I judge 18 year old pole compared to 25 year old pole? I'll keep you posted...I think I just made slide just to find out!!! LOL!!!!
Labels: cigars, firefighter, fun, poles, sex
You're Benched!
Okay...so I haven't been around for a good week or so but I got sick! I got really sick! I got sick to where I thought I had something and was about to call that nigga til I realized it was some shit I did to myself by not drinking water!!! So I'm back...just wanted to give that little announcement...kids drink more water! Now on to what's going on.....
I'm benching the MVP...That's right I said it... He's getting benched. Now why is that? Okay so I've met someone people I've gone on some dates and I basically been chilling. He has all of these chicks coming out of the woodworks so it's just like this...bench him or get benched myself. Now we all know I'm the dominant center. I go for what I want when I want it! So if I can't have what I want then I work extra hard for it. Long story short, I'm working hard for something that isn't going to give it up to me. So I digress....I'm benching him for now...until he shows some progress...until he gets the other players on the team under control...I'm going after the 30 year old and the firefighter...Oh wait did I not tell you about them...okay next post!!!!
Labels: basketball, lust, men, side chicks
You Stole His Money? What?
I know I've been gone for like a week but I don't want to just give up everything and then have nothing to talk about. So this is what had happened....LOL!
I went to this after work mixer and I was chilling with my associates. My homegirls never go out anywhere unless it's a special occassion. Two men walked in looking very wonderful and daper in their sweater vests, ties, button ups, jeans, and dress shoes. Each had on diamonds but that were non-descript. My immediate thought, ball player, ex-ball player, or drug dealer trying to be reformed. They stopped by us to speak to one of my associates who knew them. They introduced themselves. I was definitely interested in one who was not interested in me while the other one was interested in me. So I said fuck it you take what you could get. Plus, I'm not trying to be with you in a relationship. Immediately, Ciara's song starts to play in my head. "what if I had a thing on the side/made you cry/would the rules change up or would they still apply?/if I played you like a toy/sometimes I wish I did act like a boy" So he starts to talk to me and buy me drinks. Next thing you know we are all on our way to the strip club. I've been to strip clubs before and not the one with male strippers. Who wants to see that, plus all the straight men are in the strip clubs with female strippers anyway!!!!
Before we go to the strip club we stop by his apartment because of course, me with the little bladder has to pee. I jump out of my car and follow him to his door. Did I forget to mention that we followed him to his place but his boy was driving, the new BMW convertible. Yeah, either current ball player or dope boy. We get to the house and we go inside. The apartment building was a regular one in a regular town. Not a ball player that has a name, maybe a bench rider, still gets paid though or a dope boy! We get in the house and there's carpet.
Side Bar, for those who don't live up north, there's no carpet in most apartments up here!!! Okay, so there's carpet, wall sculptures, flat screen tvs, everything in a pretentious order, food in the fridge, and bags of money inside of ziplock bags in the freezer!!! Dope Boy!!!! Damn!!!! How do I always end up with Dope Boys? Is there a big fucking sign on my head that says fuck with me if you sell drugs? Anyway, he was trying to be flashy by pulling out the bags but he grabbed 6 stacks of one dollar bills which totalled to $600 in cash. We head out of the door.
The strip club we head to is in the weirdest place ever, under the bridge to New York City. That's right it's fixed right under one of the wing spans. We get to the strip club, my associates, him, his boy, some girl that met us there, and me. We walk in and find a seat at the side of the bar. For some reason he knows everyone in there. As we are there I noticed that one of the strippers looks familiar....I went to high school with her! He gave his boy two stacks and gave me three and kept one for himself. He brought everyone a round of drinks but I decided to drink soda, just so I could be sober. By the way, did I mention I went to the after work mixer in a suit from work, so I was still in a suit in the strip club which by the way the bathroom for the women was in the dressing room of the strippers!!!! WTF!!!! So I tipped her, tipped myself, and tipped my associates. So I'm tipping myself and tipping everyone else. I'm acting real drunk but I'm so sober. We go to a diner afterwards, but everyone left me alone with him. I wanted to leave to but he kept saying stay longer. He even tried sweet talking me. Telling me how special I was and stuff. But little did he know that I already knew what was up. Don't try to talk my draws off of me, just take me to the crib and smash cause I'm not calling you again. But because I have about $300 of your money stuff down my bar and pants then I already know what I have to do. We eat at the diner and they know is name...by the way I told you Dope Boy! We go back to his house and he falls asleep!!! What the fuck!!! Why are you wasting my time dude? I have to go to work in the morning. I was hoping he would stay asleep til 7 am but he didn't.
He woke up at 4am and asked me to join him in the bed. I did but kept all my clothes on. He tried taking them off at 6am. Then my phone rung at 7am. Because I was so not interested him. Wait let me go back, I was having a good time, he was cute, and I was interested but it was the sweet talking, or should I say the talking too much on his part that fucked up him getting any ass. When men talk to much they don't realize they look full of themselves and it spoils us wanting to give them some ass. My phone rung and it was my homegirl. We talked the entire time that he did whatever it was that he thought he was doing. I stayed on the phone the entire time. He nutted, I got up, took a quick shower, got dressed, put my number in his phone and walked out the door. I called my homegirl back and she said oh I know dude, I fucked him too. That's his game plan. I told her that I knew that was his plan. Then I told her that we were going to dinner and possibly shopping cause I stuff $300 down my pants. By the way when we first got back to his place after the diner, he went to the bathroom, the money had stuff down my bra in the strip club I put in my inside, hidden coat pocket before he saw. When I got home the next morning my mom asked if I was selling drugs or stripping. I said neither, just got quick hands. She said I can't believe you stole his money, I said no I was given it. We counted it and it came up to $325. Damn, $325 a night, I wonder how much I would make if I actually wanted to be a prostitute?
Labels: drugs, money, prostitution, sex
That's It I Quit!!!!!!!
That's right...I quit!!!! He has made it too hard for me! I'm done...if you read the last blog then you know where I'm at with this!!! I'm done!!! I can't do it anymore. Yes it's great that he calls me from Australia like every other day...and yes it's great that he responds to all my emails. But seriously, I want this dude and I can't have him. I guess I really got this way when I saw her friends at the club last night and felt it was imperative that they be nice and speak with me and be giggly like I don't already know who I am. I feel like they were just rubbing that shit in and it made me feel some way!!!! I still feel some sort of way about it, maybe it's my screwed perspective but still, them bitches don't know me but felt the need to hold long conversations and try and take pictures with me!!! Fuck that!!!!!
I can't have him on many levels. #1 I know that if I had him in the end I would just cheat on him. #2 I just want him more than I actually would because I can't have him and I'm sharing him. #3 He has that swag that I oooo soooo love!!!! #4....Can't I just like the dude!
Long story short, I need to cut it the fuck out!!!! He is in fucking Australia...what the fuck is going to happen from Australia. And don't get me wrong, I don't want to be his girl, I just don't wnat him fucking with anyone else. I want him all to myself!!! Period, end of story! Now why is that so hard? I know what you're going to say, did you say something to him? Did you ask dude about this? We had that long talk before he left and the answer was Baby Steps. I enjoy Baby Steps, I just hate Baby Steps when I know there is someone other girl involved. Long story short, I'm insecure now because I found out about her. And I know that you're going to call me a hypocrit because here I was giving out advise about forget about the other woman and play your part. I still stand by that shit!!!! Don't get it twisted, but there comes a time when you have to stop and say fuck it get rid of that bitch or I'm out! Now is that the time for me right now? I'm not that sure and i'm not going to step up and ask for it now, but I know or a fact if July 2008 comes and this bitch is still around we have a problem [PERIOD]!
Labels: distance, infatuation, longing, lust, time
What The F*ck!!!!!!
That's right what the f*ck!!!! I deal with this guy...I'm single but there is one guy that I have been dating so far. Apparently and a couple of posts back, I found out that he was dealing with another person at the same time. I don't care but I care when I find out. Not saying that I want him to myself because I love the option to date other people. What I don't like is the fact that sometimes I'm reminded that she exists. I mean don't get me wrong even if I didn't know about her I would know that there was someone else but it's the fact that I know that it's her in particular who exists. I liked it better when I thought that it was some fat chick and I never knew what she looked like.
Anyway, today I checked the myspace. When I was checking my page I noticed that he changed his profile picture. And guess who is in the picture with him...HER!!! What the fuck!!! Okay so why have am I mad. Here's the thing, this morning when he called I told him that yes I accepted the fact that she existed but I don't want to know shit about her and I don't want her flaunted in my face...but now look what has happened...his fucking myspace page has her in that shit. It's just her and him in the photo. That's some bullshit!!! What the fuck!!!! I'm mad!!!!
Feedback is Wanted
I'm not sure what shows you guys watch but I like to watch different shows. I just had the following questions about some of the shows I watch:
1. What happened to Cashmere Mafia...that was my shit!!!
2. Making the Band is hot this season...I'm not mad at Diddy this time!!!!
3. Diddy is getting a Star on the Walk of Fame?
4. Is this new season of College Hill really going to be good?
5. Rodney from College Hill VSU is sexy as hell!!!! Damn he got a baby though...LOL!
6. Why Dawn don't want to give Q none?
7. Is Coral really going off on the Gauntlett?
8. That new fox show where you answer personal questions correctly for money is the shit!!!! This lady was asked did she invite someone to her wedding that she had sexual relations with...LOL...WOW!!!
9. College Hill Atlanta? I'm not that sure about that...
10. Boondocks....All I have to say!
11. Does this season of America's Next Top Model seem whack or what?
12. Is that girl on ATM Dominique is she black, white, makeup yellow color, spray on tan? I don't know!
13. Am I the only person who loves the deaf, mute guy on Family Guy?
14. American Dad is ok but nothing will ever replace Family Guy!!! Plus the talking fish doesn't replace a talking dog!!!
15. Have you seen Lucy Daughter of the Devil...I'll wait til you catch up
16. Damn, why none of my shows start before 9pm?
17. If they have Girlicious now...what happened to the girl who made it to the Pussy Cat Dolls last year?...Where are you Asia?
18. Word JT, you're on College Hill where you cheated on your girl and etc but you qouting bible verses? Well I guess I can't judge...
19. Qoute of the year, Idesha...I guess him having a girl is his problem not mine and hers but not mine.
20. Word, after you finish College Hill you get pregnant or get someone else pregnant? Let me find out!!!!
Tell 'Em Why You Mad Son!!!!!
I'm mad about a lot of things right now. Originally I was going to blog about my night last night. Some of you know and some of you don't but I promote after work parties and club parties on the weekends. Basically another team tried to bump me out of my spot by having their own night at my spot but it's okay cause that shit got shut down. I was originally going to talk about the foolishness that they had going on but honestly they had no foolishness. They had a bunch of young people there, which they called Young & Sexy....WHACK...and they didn't have that many people there so they probably didn't make that much!!! Long story short nothing to blog about....however I got something new to blog about.
The other night or day I should say, I came home and .... yes I still live at home but that's because I'm saving up to buy a house... my mom was home. She asked why I was coming in the door at 9am, why wasn't I at work, and where did I get all those singles from? Actually she asked if I was selling drugs, my body, or stripping because she couldn't understand why I had so many one dollar bills. So this is what happened.....
I went to this afterwork party and I was chilling with my homegirl. In walks this dude with his boys. My homegirl knew one of the guys so they were chit chatting. The other dude started talking it up with me. He was refilling my cup and talking so I was cool with that. After he spent about $30 worth of drinks on me and my girl he said let's go to the strip club. I said cool. So myself, him, his boys, and my homegirl go and get in our cars. We head to his house first because I had to pee really bad! And when I say I had to pee really bad...I mean that burning sensation because you can't hold it no more and you would pull over in an OPEN McDonald's drive thru just to let it out!!!! We get to dude's house and he lives in an apartment building, nothing to swanky just the average in an average town. We walk in and it's fully carpeted with art sculptures on the walls...by the way we still don't know what his job title is. The living room is nice, nice leather couch, bar in the corner, and a christmas tree...yes a christmas tree was still up... Homeboy said he was too embrassed to take the tree out because it is March.
I pee then my homegirl and dude hits up the fridge. We're asking if he's ready and if he has water. He pulls out two water bottles and three zip lock bags of ones. Yes you read that right three zip lock bags of one dollar bills nicely stacked on one another. He then pulls out of the zip lock bags 5 stacks of ones which totalled to $500. He gave three stacks to my home girl telling her that those three stacks were for her homeboy and gave me two stacks. I took the money and put it down my bar. We left the apartment after that. Now I'm a pretty smart girl...I don't care what you do for a living, nothing that is legitimate would have you keeping your money in zip lock bags in your crisper of your refridgerator!!!!
We hit up the strip club and I blew all the money on the strippers...and some of it went down my shirt, my pants, and my hidden pocket in my coat. Afterwards we went to the diner. My homegirl and everyone else in our party left. Then I realized I was going to have to give him some. That's right as we were eating I decided I was going to have to back it up because I just stuffed $100 down my pants...LOL!!!! But here's where things get funny, we walk in the diner and the waite staff knows his name!!! They all yell out hey Dave, but what the hell!!! If the money in the fridge didn't give me a clue, then the fact that the diner staff knows you then that means that you have late nights as well.
Well we get back to his house and I thought I would be able to get out of backing it up when he fell asleep on his couch. So when he fell asleep and spilled his beer all over himself and the floor I thought I was cool and I left him sleep like that. I went to sleep on the couch too on the other side. I thought was good but something at 6am woke his ass up!!! DAMN DAMN DAMN GINA!!!!! So he's like well you can sleep in my bed...so I agree with all my clothes on. Here's the thing it's not like wasn't cute but he talked too damn much about shit that was irrelevant plus we all knew what it was...a one night stand. So stop telling me I'm so important, I'm the new thing in your life, and how you want to be with me, cause none of that stuff is true!!!!
Long story short...that's what I'm mad about...play your part nicca!!!! if it's a one night stand it is what it is cause I'm not trying to be with you anyway!!!!
ps. I saw him last night at the club...he started to walk right towards me...I hit up the exit for the bathroom break hard as hell. I think when he saw me look at him and then take the side cut I think he caught the hint........................finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Men, play your part if you want us to play ours!
40 Acres & A Mule Please
The title so does not really represent what I'm about to write about but it also so does. Let me give some background first before I go into details. All I ever wanted when I was growing up was to be some high powered big shot professional woman living in New York City. I wanted to go to college in NYC. I wanted to live in NYC. And I wanted to date a man from NYC. Well I went to college where everyone had or thought they had an opportunity to be given 40 acres and a mule to survive after the Civil War. I went to college DOWN SOUTH. I went to school in Florida. I went to the whitest of white schools where the black kids were still protesting for their civil rights. All of that has calmed down now and I say that because they have changed the criteria of acceptance so they are no longer accepting people like me who barely passed the SAT from a low income area with low test/gpa scores. So there isn't much to fight about because every one is basically "equal". Yeah right there is always something to fight for there. I digress. As I move on, I say that once I graduated all I wanted to do was to live in the South. To be exact ATL. My parents gave me 3 months of a full ride in my 2 bedroom/2 bathroom townhouse after I graduated undergrad. All I had to do was get myself a new place, a job, and move there. What did I do? I partied for f*cking 3 months...My parents came down, packed my ass up and back to Jersey we moved. My original plan was to save up a enough money and move back. But then I started grad school, saving money wasn't an option, and I started to get roots here.
This is where I'm going....when I was with my ex...the one I changed for....well I always told him I wanted to go back Down South and you know what he told me...well since we're together then you would have to break up with me because I don't want to go. We were talking about marriage. F*ck it, we were living together!!!! He told me that he would not relocate for me because he didn't want to start a new job all over that he had already built his life here and if I wasn't happy I needed to leave. Shit, well I'm glad I did! That was a constant argument of ours. Me wanting to pursue my dreams and him telling me to go on my way to do them alone because my dreams didn't involve him anyway so why should he go with me.
The other night we spoke, he and I. He asked if I saw the lunar eclipse. I told him no. He said that he was in Georgia visiting family and a friend. He had no friends in Georgia but he had family. I immediately knew that it was another woman. I wasn't mad because of that. I was mad that here he was after for 2 1/2 years he told me that dreams of living Down South were too far of a stretch and that I should do them on my own. He was now involved with another woman who just so happened to live in GA. I tell you, life's a b*tch. I'm not mad at him though. I feel sorry for her...I hope she knows what she is getting herself into. In the end, I left him. I'm still here in Jersey...not sure if I want to leave yet. Like I said I made some great connections. But I will never let my dreams be stifled again!
I'm not stalking you...I'm just calling you everday!!!
That's what I feel like she is saying to me...okay let me start from the beginning....
Almost 10 years ago I met a guy who was cute and nice but was involved in some drama, some real he say she say shit. Basically some chick in high school was claiming to be his girlfriend when in actuality she wasn't. He liked me, I liked him but I wasn't interested in the drama so I never answered his calls or called him. We lost contact...we got on with our lives and we met again a couple of months ago. We went on some dates...we hit it off...we had fun...he hit it...i hit it...shit we had fun!!!! Long story short he left the country for business until July.
This is where the drama starts. On Monday at 5:30am some woman began calling my phone. I thought it was him. Like I said, he's out of the country so I wasn't sure if he knew the time here. I answered the phone and said his name..., "hey ---- do you know what time it is here baby? are you calling me cause you miss sleeping in the bed with me? i miss sleeping with you but you know my bed is more comfortable than ours". Then the phone hung...then the calls came in 6x in a row until 6am...then they stopped...then they started again at 8am...then 7x in a row...then stopped then started again at 11am....and at 2pm...and at 5:30pm, 6:30pm, 7:30pm....and so on!!!!! It's been like that since Monday! And she's not saying shit....she just coughs or presses buttons and that's because I started answering the phone and just putting it down and letting her chill on the line...I don't give a f*ck...I don't pay that cell phone bill anyway!!!!! At first I was completely going out of my mind but now that I've figured out who it is it's just funny!!!
It's the other one...like I said before when you're single you're allowed to date more than one person. But here's the thing, I'm not sure she understands the meaning of single. And even if he was her boyfriend why is she bringing this damn drama to me. She acts like he told me they were in a relationship....here's where the lesson begins. Women, we can not get mad at the other woman! I REPEAT....WE CAN NOT GET MAD AT THE OTHER WOMAN!!!! You don't know what the f*ck he told her!!!! Like I said this guy is great, wonderful, perfect, I'm not ready to be in a relationship now however if that is her man...shouldn't she be stalking him!!!!! Shouldn't she be mad at him? Why the f*ck is she calling me? And what does all this damn calling accomplish cause the m*thaf*cker is still in a different country until July! Shit, here's a piece of advice....start stalking me again in July when his ass is actually in the United States! Be smart about the shit!!!! LOL!!!!!!!!! I'm straight laughing at you now!
Labels: boyfriends, calling, cell phone, dating, drama, stalking
