Continuing with the Amy Winehouse theme
What kind of fuckery is this, I mean really? #1
Mr. Sexy
1st text: I want to c u
2nd text: Thinkin about you
( so im game and like lets meet up he says yes)
next text: I just got home in Jersey , the buses don't run well , if I come to meet you I may have to spend the night yada yada yada, wa wa wonk wa wa
he didnt show up
the next day text messaging :yada yada yada , I got locked out the house , homie I'm staying with aint got the keys, yada yada woopdie woo, I gotta pick up my guitar . I am back in jersey Im tired as hell I can't come through (I personally was at the bar getting my drink on flirting been done moved on)
What kind of Fuckery is this?
I know exactly what kind of fuckery it is. Hmm, let me go through my memory file and get a few pointers.
1) Always text you and uses minimal phone calling
2) Bullshits you all day and cancels
3) Keeps you hanging on (or at least thinks he is )
Answer: This mofo has a man
I know he cant be that confused and flaky
To be continued..... We had such a great vibe at the club I hope I am wrong (giving myself the girl please eye.)
What kind of Fucker is this, I mean really? #2
Im at a bar last night (where I was while Mr. Sexy was texting me)
We will call him Sparkle (because there is something shiney about him, I just can't put my finger on it.)
Sparkle came up to me and here is the Dialogue
Sparkle: You are a teacher right?
Kindacleva: Yes I am
Sparkle: Do you remember me?
Kindacleva: yes
Sparkle: you was so drunk the night we met
Kindacleva: I know , But I remember you
Sparkle: How are the kids, How is work?
Kindacleva: Great
(and he walks away)
Now the whole time I was acting like a shady mofo. Usually when I want to talk to some one I ask questions and I engage myself in the convo.
Back Story: I met him on the train on the way home from the club in the summer. I was drunk but not whiteboy drunk I knew what was going on. We exchanged numbers and set up to chill the next day. Upon which he asked if I would be cooking dinner. I hadn't planned to but I thought dude was cute so I went out to do some light grocery shopping to cook him something. He was supposed to show up at 8 . He never showed up, never called, nothing.
Back to the bar
I am walking through the bar and he stops me again.
Sparkle: Are you leaving
Kindacleva: No
Sparkle: Oh ok, How come you never called me
Kindacleva: I did , I called planned for us to meet and when the time came you never showed up.
Sparkle: No not true, you never called
(He looked like he was telling the truth but I'm no fucking freshmen , he rememdered who I was and all, I was giving him the girl please eye and he never caught on to it.)
Kindacleva: I did
Sparkle: well lets exchange numbers
Kindacleva: ok (thinking whatever lets see what he does) I will give you my number
Sparkle: My phone is in my jacket pocket I will give you mine and you can give me a call.
Kindacleva: No I will send you a text and you call me.
Sparkle: Ok I will do that
What kind of Fuckery is this?
I know exactly what kind of fuckery this is , going into the memory file again.
1) you made plans he totally flaked out, didn't even cancel, he just didn't show up. Haven't heard from him since.
2) He sees you out and finally gets up the nerve to speak (his bourgious ass had a few sips of the red wine and he is feeling sexy and got some balls)
Answer: This mofo just wants to get back in. He saw me out and was like damn I fucked that up let me see if I could get back in. And he just knows because he got this cute little ass when he gives me his number im just going to jump on it (that's where the red wine came in.)
Why did he cancel, who knows maybe his steady dick was headed over, and why chance new dick you never seen for the old one you know well. Or maybe he fell asleep (girl please eyes). Or maybe he was playing a game and wanted to see if I would chase him .
Now all that being said if he wanted back in he would have gotten mad respect if he just walked up to me and appologized for what he did. He really wouldn't have even had to tell me why he did what he did . Appologize be a man about it and I gotta respect that and I will kick it with you if i am bored twitling my fingers and have completely ran out of shit to watch on x tube and ran completely out of vaseline.
What Kind of fuckery is this I mean really? #3
So this dude I have known for a few years and we see each other out, we have been meaning to kick it for years and every now and then we get consistent. His only problem is he wants to be pursued and I don't do that, it's never thats serious 50 50 with me or nothing. I did recently troop it out to "Carajo Land" (newyourican for west bubblefuck) to go to a party he was having that was lame. Considering how far I went for him I would think that would show initiative . So he sends me this text.
" I am home from my trip n have a week off, whats good when we chillin"
I responded
"wednesday"
Wednesday came and he he hit me up online saying , "Oh we supposed to chill and you never even called" to which I never responded, because I was like shit if you want to chill why should I have to chase you around like your a little girl.
Today I get a text that says
"Had the week off, thanks to those who chose to chill with me for those who didn't spring cleaning is coming up n yes this is a group message"
What kind of Fuckery is this?
Hmm checking my memory file ............. coming up blank
This is some new fuckery. I have always thought this dude was sending mass text where I was concerned. I am left to assume his first text was a mass text and probably all the text he sends me are. How fucking tacky is that. I mean I get my playa playa on myself but I would have never sent a text thanking all those that took me out on a date this week and then vilifying those who didn't and telling them they will be erased. Mofo erase me because I don't give a rats ass. He got a nice little booty though but what he fails to realize is he is old school now and there is nice new 22 and 23 year old booty on the scene so him erasing my number isn't going to affect me not one bit.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment