Somedays I just love the “no rush” type atmosphere
of the city, the On Your Own (OYO) lifestyle, other days I just want to pack my bags
and run away to a far away land and find love. Personally I’ve been single for 3years now and I must say I’ve had
the best time of my life so far but as much as I want to seem like I don’t care,
on the low low I’ve been searching for that one person that will make my heart
skip a beat, just thinking about that person will make me smile and I came so
close to this on the first week of February. I met a guy, he was everything I wanted,
skinny, very good to look at, I mean everything
A okay. Until I saw his other side. (more after the cut)
I liked him, he asked me out and I agreed because
I’m young and I wanted to feel spontaneous, you only live once right? After a
couple days I knew within me it wouldn’t work out. On that fateful day when my
eyes were opened to the truth, I went to see him at his place of course I told
him earlier no sex till I’m ready and he was “I like you a lot I’ll wait” and I
believed but boy was I wrong. Few minutes into “Netflix and chill” (the
real thing this time) my nigga changed within seconds, said how does he know
I’m not playing him if I can’t sleep with him now? He started lamenting and
complaining bitterly acting like an absolute jerk almost getting hostile. My
eyes popped. I was like if I’ts only sex you want, why not go to the streets
and find your fix for the night? Why use a relationship as a way to get sex
that’s cheap if not free these days? I walked out and deleted everything about
him. I was taken for a week. Shortest relationship of my life.
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