Thursday, May 1, 2008

Wasabi, Jamaica and Big Heads

Sex, is that all you think about when you look at me muthafucka?!

He looked at me and mumbled some sort of apology…and let me know that he thinks I am a swell gal.
Ass!

I am thinking that he obviously doesn’t know that the mere fact that I am a woman opens my ass up to disrespectful conversation that men seem to think is totally ok. I get your kind all the time through one-on-one contact or internet… you are all the same. How about you say something that is going make me say WOW…do something that is going to open my heart a little more…but telling me you want to bet me you can eat a spoonful of wasabi in exchange for fucking is not along the lines of getting you anything but some eyes rolling and coming back to eye slap you in the face with a “fuck you”.

But he’s funding and the way it looks … he’s willing to come up off a chunk of cheddar. I just have to guide him to being less of an ass and more of an ass-undercover. Doesn’t he know he isn’t suppose to show me that sex crazed shit right off the bat…hide that shit ‘til I am already in…didn’t anyone teach you that part of the game…dummy!?!
If this man didn’t feel bad that I lost my job and if he wasn’t looking for my piece of ass and if I didn’t need some bills paid…I’d seriously think about slapping this man up side his big ass head…but knowing him…he’d be into that type of shit… *I got nothing*


Prior he offers me the chopstick topped wasabi, “eat this and it’s a plane ticket to Jamaica
“how about a plane ticket to California to see my boys and I’ll buy my own ticket to Jamaica?”
ummm, plane ticket to Cal and let me fuck you silly.”
“actually, I can afford my own shit. Come at me with something better than a fuck with you because that’s not a selling point for me.”

Guess he didn’t like that comment.
Oh well bitch!
You gave your best offer and I told you it wasn’t strong enough to accept…heeheehee
I am that muthafucka… fo’ sho’.

I actually had a good night. Good food, good restaurant, his accent wasn’t as heavy as I thought, good company…but all that sex talk is gonna make this arrangement run it’s course fairly quickly. I’mma need for him to show me some presidents if he expects me to listen to his nasty ass talk about…

let me lick you up and down til you say stop
let me play with your body baby make u real hott
let me do all the things you want me to do
cuz tonight baby i want to get freaky with you

You know what I want and you are only offering me some bullshit. I need bills paid…not a fucking trip to Jamaica stupid! Some shit is more pronounced than some all expense paid Hedonism experience. To bad he only sees ass and I only see $$$.


So I acquired me another drink menu…
Tonight I sampled 4 drinks…

Mora Negra: dark rum, blackberry, lime and mango
Nina Fresa: strawberry infused vodka, orange liqueur, lime and guava
Samba Juice: raspberry and watermelon infused rum, acai, passionfruit, crème de banana and guava
Spicy Ginger: shochu, raspberry infused rum, ginger, guava and lime

I am not tipsy…just burping a little too much fruit. But nothing to give me a hang over. Sho’ wish I wasn’t a prude and had invited Accentuality up to my Casa de Madness…
Feeling rather horny.
To bad I am a woman that experiences woman shit at a certain time of the month.
Pox on the period!!!

Sumptin To Say:
smh. They never get it. The problem is of course that there are women who are willing to fold for much less... you have to retrain them.

Like puppies when they shit on the floor, lol
 
A spoon full of wasabi in exchange for some ass.

I guess.

I miss Dude - well, the old Dude... before he thought we were moving to DC for him.

*sigh*
 
you ain't slick I can still comment down here on the above post..but I guess I could just text you too.

NYC is the bitch that i hate to love and love to hate for reasons just like that. it can be the center of the universe and the lonliest place on earth.

Umm which coast am I gonna see you on? east or west or both?
 
you and your slick and greasy mouf! have you met your match ever?

me and you on some mo ish...

pox on the dot red.
 
hey blah, i am making comment on the i cry/am crying post.

I cry because "I miss what its like when sex is actually love-making... I miss the passion." i feel you on this. but guess what? there s always tomorrow. and who can really say what tomorrow will bring. we can't.

hope you feel better and stop thinking about death. you have alot more living, enjoying, and experiencing to do.

be good.
 
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