17 Days & Counting
17 days and counting to my vacation and I can not wait...I can't wait for numerous reasons. So I left the barber alone and kept it moving...I stopped calling him for the past coouple of days and then all of a sudden he wanted to see me...I went to see him...he was high and drunk...I was sober...we sat in the shop while he ate the food he asked me to pick up...The Gators won 51-21 I should have bet more money on the game...
We went to the house and well we went to sleep...in the middle of the night I swallowed and then went back to sleep...in the morning, I wanted to have sex but only if he was throwing his face in it...he said no, but the past 2 weeks I've swallowed damn near every night without sex because I missed my period so we were afraid to have sex until I had a pregnancy test...it was negative a week ago...my body just skipped the menstraul cycle...
Back to the morning...so because he said no I rolled back over and went to sleep...then he started poking me as if it would wake me up...I was already awake I just chose to ignore him and he kept at it for approximately 1 hour then he rolled me over and started kneeing me in my collar bone...we tussled back and forth for 30 minutes and then he did what I wanted him to do and it was great!!! I missed him...He said I've been distant lately, I'm distant because you've got
this going on so...I'm distant...
I went home afterwards...finally saw American Gangster and went to the club...had a great time and my ex showed up...we talked in the VIP for a while and he gave me $100 saying didn't he miss my birthday and valentines day...I said sure even though I didn't care but my bank account was about to bounce so I took it...
The Haitian was there but he had his out of town chick the girl from Canada there...I never blogged about her but while The Haitian and I were dealing with each other he had a Canadian chick come in from out of town and in front of me kissing and stuff...But in the end of the day...I made my drunken phone call to the barber he didn't answer...I called back a couple of times still no answer and then he turned his phone off!!!! Wow...today I slept all day and texted back and forth with the 20 year old!!! Oh I met a 22 year old last night his phone was dead but aparently he has my number so he can call if he wants...but he smokes cigarettes...
Long story short...17 days till I'm in Sunny Sunny Hot Hot Mexico for 5 days...Thank you Lord for the vacation you are about to provide for me!!!
Labels: a long time coming, barber, sex, the Haitian, vacation
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 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
