After running through the list of Lisa’s and Nicole’s you some how come to this sick and twisted understanding of just living in the moment. You come to the realization that whatever is meant to happen will happen, so just live it up for the time being…right? I’ve been holding off from sex for about a month and I’ve also kept myself isolated from certain scenes. The hype behind all of this became seemingly pointless, especially when you’re not mentally stimulated. My boys posted in the group chat about this little house party this weekend and you know what, I’m tired of being miserable. As the days approached, I become more comfortable with turning up with the bros. I needed this before my mind turned sour. Thursday night, the day before, I found myself lurking on my ex’s page. It was a wonder that I was no longer blocked. But what came to even more of a surprise was the brother who she was posted up with, multiple times, on the gram. He looked like a scrub; I’m sure he doesn’t and wouldn’t treat her like I treat her. There was just something about him having his arms wrapped around her hips that made me see red. This was all the ammunition that I needed to go out and enjoy myself. About an hour later, one of my closest bros calls me up and asks if I saw the post. I lied to him, I didn’t need him having the slightest idea that I still gave a damn. He told me that “I deserved to go out and fuck on bitches.”
Its been a while since I’ve blessed a Queen, even a temporary one, with my sexual prowess. Its now Friday, music is bumping, liquor is flowing, and sistas throwing allllll type of ass in a circle. It was just what I needed. It was strange, I somewhat missed this side of myself. It went dormant after I entered the relationship with what’s her name. I saw this fine empress, she had the natural hair, little to no make up, ass was from the mother-land, and she just looked like a good time. I approached her and started spitting my game. Her name was Erika, she told me that she wasn’t Badu but she’ll put the Badu on me. If I wasn’t so drunk the corny-ness of that line would have bothered me but whatever, let me just go along with it. We start slow dancing and then one thing leads to a next… she grabs my hand and leads me to the bed room. Rule #3: Stop waiting...enjoy yourself, but please, please make sure its worth it.
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