My warning comes about 1-2 weeks prior when my 'guys' start pulling a disappearing act. As if going M.I.A before Valentines Day excuses them from being present on the actual day. Like...how can I complain about not getting teddy bears and chocolate candy on Valentines Day when they dipped out long before that, right? What a joke. And then they will come back a week later as if I'm too naive to pick up on the escape attempt...as if I am interested in sticking around as their "didn't make the cut for V-Day but maybe next time" girl.And people always tell me that I get addicted to men that I date way too quick. Its not that I disagree but what the hell would you expect from me in my situation? I'm in a city with less than a handful of people that I know; living in a studio ap
artment with two 
irritating, horny cats who probably get more action that I do. Of course I'm going to get bored enough to 'over dial' or blow up at having my plans canceled. Shame on me for getting too excited about seeing a human face that doesn't come from NetFlix or for thinking that I was about to receive a kiss from real lips and not a wet cat nose. But its going to be okay because I've started reading again. Yup! I don't need anybody as long as I have a good book with a lover-man and some cool female friends in it. My 'guys' always seem to resurface in my life when I'm preoccupied with a good book. Usually they are a day late and a dollar short as my text lover-man has already started the creepy process of filling my void.
artment with two 
irritating, horny cats who probably get more action that I do. Of course I'm going to get bored enough to 'over dial' or blow up at having my plans canceled. Shame on me for getting too excited about seeing a human face that doesn't come from NetFlix or for thinking that I was about to receive a kiss from real lips and not a wet cat nose. But its going to be okay because I've started reading again. Yup! I don't need anybody as long as I have a good book with a lover-man and some cool female friends in it. My 'guys' always seem to resurface in my life when I'm preoccupied with a good book. Usually they are a day late and a dollar short as my text lover-man has already started the creepy process of filling my void. The book that I am reading now is about this girl who has a porn-star background and a sister who is doing time for accomplice to robbery. She is trying to get this big time political figure to wife her but he is scared to attach her as a showpiece because she is from the wrong side of the tracks. And he doesn't even know about her porn-star background and criminal sister yet..LOL. Anyway, she's going above and beyond to hide her true identity
-having him drop her off at her friends house that she's told him is her house just so that he wont know that she lives in the projects. Well, she ends up getting blackmailed by this fine, rich, Caribbean man who tells her that she better be his mistress or else he will put her s**t on blast. She cant afford to jeopardize her upcoming promotion or her relationship so in short...she becomes his whore. Only thing is that his sex is the bomb and she starts to feign for it-cant get enough of it-keeps her phone by her side in case he calls for it. WOO. Can you imagine having some sex so good that you fall in love with your blackmailer? Anyway, the author goes into all these details about the sexcapades and I cant help but feeling like it is the best sex that I ever had! And the whole time all I can think is "girl (talking to the author), have you actually had these moves put down on you, you lucky dog or are you just imagining that a man is capable of doing all that? Because I have never been sexed like the people that these authors write about...for real...
I have to get back to work...speaking of which...I hate when I ask a customer for a reservation number and they respond with "I don't have a reservation number. I just have a confirmation number." Dude...do you honestly not know that that is what I'm asking for?
-having him drop her off at her friends house that she's told him is her house just so that he wont know that she lives in the projects. Well, she ends up getting blackmailed by this fine, rich, Caribbean man who tells her that she better be his mistress or else he will put her s**t on blast. She cant afford to jeopardize her upcoming promotion or her relationship so in short...she becomes his whore. Only thing is that his sex is the bomb and she starts to feign for it-cant get enough of it-keeps her phone by her side in case he calls for it. WOO. Can you imagine having some sex so good that you fall in love with your blackmailer? Anyway, the author goes into all these details about the sexcapades and I cant help but feeling like it is the best sex that I ever had! And the whole time all I can think is "girl (talking to the author), have you actually had these moves put down on you, you lucky dog or are you just imagining that a man is capable of doing all that? Because I have never been sexed like the people that these authors write about...for real...I have to get back to work...speaking of which...I hate when I ask a customer for a reservation number and they respond with "I don't have a reservation number. I just have a confirmation number." Dude...do you honestly not know that that is what I'm asking for?
