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Dime*OND
Join Date: Sep 2004
Location: Texas
Posts: 1,964
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When 1 + 1 = 3
"I love you?!
I love you?!
You can save that shit, okay!
I'm so fucking through.
Fuckin hate your ass, D.
My goodness"
I yelled, almost in tears.
I can't believe he had the nerve to call me after everything that happened. I could choke him right now.
I met D last January at a Citgo close to my house while pumping gas that had me wishing it was hot enough outside for a bicycle. Gas is too damn high nowadays. He was a handsome thing with a nice smile and a persistence that caught me off guard. We walked in the door at the same time. He had on grey sweat pants, a white wife beater, white ankle socks and black moccasins which immediately made him attractive. There is something about a man that looks great regardless of his attire, him being 6'2 and roughly 220lbs didn't help either, for I was immediately in lust with him. Nevertheless, this was not the first time I saw a cute face and a nice body and wouldn't be the last. It was late and I was ready to get home so I paid ten of my last twenty dollars until the end of the week, for maybe three gallons of gas which meant I would have to stay in the house this weekend, and walked outside. Just like a gentleman would, he held the door open for me and gave me a grin. "Thank you" I said.
Outside, he strutted over and asked for my name. I replied "LaShonda", half blushing cuz lawd knows I had a doo rag on my head, my toes weren't done and I had flip flops on, and I was hella ashy from a previous shower. But the most embarrassing part, was I had pajamas on. Cute, but still pajamas. "What are you doing out? Looks like you rolled out of bed."…{ I just know this joker is NOT making an obvious joke}. I copped an attitude quick. "Yeah, but I can do that, cuz I don't have anyone to answer to… liiiike… niggaz I meet at convenient stores. But thanks for noticing" I snapped. I read the pump…$7.56 and counting. Good, cuz I'm tired and I do not need this negro all in my grill… NOT in the mood. "Damn boo, you didn't have to snap. I like what you got on. You look comfortable. I like that. You look good." He calmly replied. "Thank you" I said dryly and continued staring at the pump. He looked at me and smiled, jiggled his keys, and cocked his head to the side… "So you don't have anyone to answer to hunh? Witcho feisty self. I ain't gon' lie, I like what I see. I wanna get to know you. What do you think about that, Lashonda?" Awwe, how cute! Lil persistent ass… but I still sassed my reply. "I think... I'm finna go home and go to sleep."… Looked at him with the corner of my eyes and -that's enough of this conversation- look on my face. "So you aren't gonna tell me thank you." He asked still smiling. "For what, bruh?" I asked before looking at the pump and realizing that while I was playing hard, brotherman had added an additional ten to what I paid after I walked out the store.
He had me from there.
Fine, cute, sexy, AND considerate… not stingy with the money! I could call myself a ten dollar ho, and he could call himself 'something like a pimp' because thirty minutes and a few gut wrenching, pee on yourself laughs later, we sure did end up going to my house, lighting one, two and three up, throwing a few drinks back, and having some out of this world, Olympic gold medal winning, sore the next morning, I almost love you, sex. From that night on, he was mine and I was his. Never had I been in something that moved so fast and smooth and intense, as I was the night and thereafter, I met D.
So, why am I outraged and ready to Hiroshima his life?
Three months ago D and I celebrated our 1 year anniversary by dancing our drunken asses off at a nearby club and making sweet and tender love, like only we can, until the next day. And when I say next day, the sun had came up and was on it's way down… okay I'm exaggerating… but it was a long appreciated love making session with a little hood thrown in it. We had made it a whole year. Even through our rough times, D and I had an enchanting bliss going on that no one could really understand but us. I had fallen head over hills for this man. We had a great life, so I thought, until three months, swollen breast, enlarged belly, and a phone conversation later I found out about another chick. Now initially I was skeptical. A lot of people hated that we were together because D was known for being an unattainable ho, and I was known for just plain being unattainable after maybe 3 fucks of a strapped dick, I was quick to chunk them the duces. I didn't have time for that love shit. Love was for suckers, until D came along and changed my mind. Now who's the sucker?
Chick called and introduced herself as Toni, said they had being seeing each other since December. Oh she had a mouth full to say about his and her relationship. But what caught my ear was her very detailed description of the inside of my home. No he DID NOT bring his whore into my home!
"The living room looks really nice. Ya'll have a tanned sofa and love seat. A big screen and DVD's for days. In your bathroom is a counter top full of perfume. You know I have Goddess by Kimora Lee too. It smells good, doesn't it? In your b…e…d room you have a blue blanket on your bed, laundry next to the window, and all those shoes… If it wasn't a shame… Anyway, we've been together almost everyday for four months and since I'm all woman about mine, I just wanted to give you a heads up that I get what I want. Since I am a woman, I want to spare your feelings when he leaves your ass. You might as well pack your shit up now, and leave. He's already in love with me. And that's why I called… woman to woman."
I felt my temperature rising and my mouth ready to curse her out, find her, and beat the dog piss out of her for having the nerve to call my house with this fly shit. Since I have a little more sense than I had a year ago, and I am very well informed about the good black man shortage going around in the United States, I very well understood her desperation to latch on to a good looking, money making, stable man… such as the one that's going to get it when he gets home for even talking to a brainless bitch such as this one. I'm pretty sure she figured how the conversation would go, but she has no idea about me. Instead of cursing her in a rage, I kept it calm and friendly.
"Girrrl, for real? Aint that something? Hmmmm… Well since he has a Ten o'clock curfew, and he's always home for dinner, or to cook dinner… I never would have guessed it. Girrrl… men are a trip. I'm just gonna have to have a talk with him about this situation, because I'm under the impression, and I might be wrong, that…{And here is where my tone changed from 'Girl lemme tell you' to 'Bitch Please'}…he aint going no where. This is his home that he provides for and maintains on the daily. The two most important questions you need to be asking yourself is "How much money is he tricking off to me?" and 2.) "Do I have the spare key to his car?" because who in his right mind is gon' work and bust his ass to hand over his check to a woman? What man in his right mind will give the keys to his candy painted, freshly waxed, bass and 808 bumping, wood grain wheel, leather interior, monthly payment having vehicle that's sitting on 20's, to a woman? The answer is a man in his right mind that loves his woman and will give anything to see her happy; he will give his last dime to ensure that his woman has everything she needs, he understands that what he has in his woman far surpasses anything man made or bought; an unselfish man that loves his woman and knows her worth. And since I've had the spare key to his ride on my key chain since OUR third month with each other, I know you don't have it. And since his check is deposited into my account every two weeks with every cent accounted for, you aren't getting any money from him. Everything else is for naught, my dear. What are you getting from him that proves that he loves you, besides nothing? On the other hand, I did wonder where that extra money came from. Thanks for enlightening me though. Hell, if you're helping to keep me laced… I don't like him giving you my goodies… but money talks… so if he's creeping with you, well honey you're the right one. I will have a talk with him though; I owe you that much for going through all this trouble to call me. Was there anything else you wanted to say… what did you say you're name was?"
She answered "Nicky, you stupid bitch. No wonder he's creeping on your dense ass. I bet you would offer us cookies if you ever caught us fucking in your bed. Anyway I was just warning you so you won't get your heart broken in the process of being replaced. You…" I cut her off. "If you ever get caught? Please listen to yourself. Oh my goodness." I said chuckling. "But I gotta go. I'll tell him you called"… "Yeah, he got the number" she replied before I hung up on her.
I'm gon' kick his ass.
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