Open Discussion- When is it appropriate to approach a woman?

So I was at the gym this morning, getting my LL Cool J on, and a beautiful woman walked by. Granted she was all sweaty, hair all messed up, she was still cute. I wanted to approach but I knew she probably thought she looked like crap and would have hit me with the “talk to the hand” face. So today I am asking all the women that I know, when is it appropriate to approach a woman? I see women walk around on the phone every where because they don’t want to be approached. One of my home girls says that she is tired of being approached! I see so many women avoiding being approached. They will go to desperate measures to avoid guys and even if the guy gets close enough to talk to her, she will act like she don’t hear him and speed up.

Is it the club? Perfect setting but dangerous. You got low light and liquor. Everyone looks attractive under low light with a little bit of alcohol in your system.  Not good. Some women go to the club just to enjoy loud music and drinks half naked, tipsy, very flirty but don’t want to be approached. Its a set up from jump. You can’t even evaluate a person in the club due to the lights. Can’t see the shoe game, can’t see the full attire, can’t see the craters in the face, or the yellow teeth, the tracks on top of her head, or the polo logo which is actually a man riding a whale on his shirt. Bad news.

Is it the grocery store? Women walk around the store on the phone and us as men know what this mean; “Please don’t approach me, my hair is fucked up, I’m cramping, I just want to buy my chocolate and Midol in peace.”  I see all types of women in Walmart and most of them try their hardest to avoid eye contact with all men.

Is it the doctors office. You in the waiting area, waiting to get called back. You know how you be in the lobby for like 30 minutes. Is it safe for someone to holler at you then? Probably not. You don’t know why the person is there in the first place. Could be to get rid of something..  Scratch that. Lets all agree the doctors office is off limits. Bet.

What is the ideal place to meet someone? Is it all in the approach? I address women in this post because men don’t care. We will holla at a woman anywhere! Could be in the afterlife at the pearly gates next in line.. If a fine woman is behind or walks by us on her way to hell,  we will holla. I promise that. It’s just so many rules to the act of hollering at a woman. You can kill yourself before you open your mouth if you approach her in the wrong place. So to help me out, leave a comment and tell me your thoughts on what is acceptable grounds for approaching a woman.

Digital Family.

Has the world become so fucked up that people are now thrown off by nice gestures? We can do everything online; shop, date, video chat, read books, that we don’t need a social life. Or so it seems. I haven’t seen some people in years but with Facebook, twitter, and texting that I hadn’t noticed. I hate that its like that. Have we substituted human interaction with 160 character text messages and skype dates? If you go to the grocery store and speak to someone they seem so caught off guard like they haven’t spoken to someone in years. Is this the way the world is going? Is nothing personal anymore? Less and less people are making time to make new memories or even worse they are so quick to share YOUR memories with the rest of the world with instagram and facebook pictures. People are so infatuated with sharing everything they do and every where they go with the rest of the world. Hell, if you want to stalk somone just add them on a social network and let them tell you where they are all day and what the are doing. Sitting outside in the bushes in the winter time and summer time can be uncomfortable but thanks to the internet its made easy! Having said all that. Take the time out to step away from the phone and computer and enjoy the people around you and even strangers. Times like this we need to come together.  Or maybe not. Keep doing what yall doing!

Heart Break Hotel

I mean, I always knew we weren’t official but sometimes it felt like it. We weren’t anything now that I think about it. We didn’t talk that much, if we did it was small talk. You came over every once in awhile and we a kick it. Watch a movie, talk, have sex, nothing too special but to me, it was special. You told me about your ex and how you didn’t want to get back with him and how he was a whack ass nigga, blah blah blah. I really wasn’t trying to hear about him, shit wasn’t any of my concern. He was in the past and you was here with me now.

We never set a ground from jump like most people do. You know how a guy say, “naw I don’t want a girlfriend” or how a female say “I’m enjoying the single life so I’m not looking for anything serious” yeah all that bullshit folks say to fuck up the other persons mind frame; we skipped all that. So we were kicking it and I guess I caught feelings. Didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to. No disclaimer not to. We were good, I thought.

In my mind, we were good. It’s been like six months and we been kicking it good. I didn’t think I was doing a bad job of keeping her occupied till I seen her and her ex at the mall all cuddled up and shit. I seen em and walked past the both of em. I suddenly got sick to my stomach and got agitated because I feel like I have been lied to and manipulated for the past couple months. I felt stupid for believing that I could actually try and date again or at least be serious about someone. As I walked through the mall I suddenly lost the urge to buy whatever I came here to buy. I thought about all the times she laid on my chest looking up smiling and kissing me. All the shit I thought was leading to something, which wasn’t shit. Silly me, guess I have to charge it to the game. Skuze me madam, can I get a room in this heartbreak hotel? I’ll only be staying for two nights.

Why men date ugly ducklings..

So my home girl asked me one night, “why do men date ugly ass females?” I felt like she was coming at my head, like the girls I kick it with ugly as hell or something. She continued to ask, “why is it that sexy women with shit going for themselves have to be on the hunt extra hard when the ugly duckling got the good man?” Great question Alexis, I’m a tell you exactly why, from my stand point.

Simply put, beautiful women need toooo much!! Too much attention and too much pampering. SOME beautiful women are use to getting whatever they want with a flick of the hair and the little baby voice. Their use to guys taking them out to the high end restaurants, trips to the mall, and gifts for no reason. Why? Because they are simply beautiful. Its not all, but its most of them. They also lack conversation. They’re soo dense, shallow, ditzy, conceited, dumb, or too damn spaced out to hold a decent conversation about anything. The only way you might get them to talk is if they talk about: What they want to buy, going to the club, what they should wear to the club, their ex, what they want you to buy, or even worse, WHAT YOU AINT GOT!!

If she is pretty, can hold a conversation and isnt shallow. SHE MIGHT BE FUCKING CRAZY!!!!

And to women that are well “established,” you get it bad too because you feel like you don’t need a guy for ANYTHING. When a guy tries to do something for you, you’re too quick to say “I got it.” You’re too independent. Yeah I know its a new millenium and being independent is in but, yet and still you want a man to love you and make love to you. You want a man to make you feel like your the only thing that matters, a man to share your deepest thoughts with, blaaaaah. You’re so independent, do it yourself! A man needs to feel needed for something. If we feel useless, then its no point to even try. What you need me for when you do everything on your own?

The ugly duckling however.. She doesn’t expect ANYTHING! She appreciates EVERYTHING a guy does for her. If she say she hungry, and he picks her up a McChicken and or a double cheese burger, she will eat that shit as if it was steak and wont complain that it wasn’t Wendy’s. If you buy her a gift for no reason, she is soo appreciative. She loves the fact you thought about her while yall werent together. I guess it’s the fact that ugly ducklings have lower expectations. And for the record, the sex is fucking 10′s better. She licks and suck everything, take it in any position and likes it anywhere. Pretty girls, they don’t like nut on em, they don’t give head and if they do, they just suck the top and jack a nigga off. Pretty girls tap out.. SOME PRETTY GIRLS, not all but MOST! Ugly ducklings treat a guy like he is needed. She has pride but it don’t get in the way of her telling him she misses him. It don’t get in the way if he don’t have a job at the moment and she has to pay for all the outings because he down and out. She got her man, she got his back. Pretty girls, if a nigga don’t pay.. She a call someone else and all of a sudden become busy. Like I said, it aint all but its most.

Have I talked to an ugly duckling? Hell yeah, a few of em. Have I tried to talk to the pretty girls? Hell yeah! Did I have the patience for them? Nope! They expect too much, and DizZy don’t deal with the stank attitudes, I also don’t chase shit but money. When I talked to a pretty girl, I always felt like I was being talked down upon. I always felt I didn’t meet certain requirements for them. When I tried to initiate the conversation, they were soo fucking short and “uninterested,” even if they werent, it seemed like it so I gave up. I’m not a quitter, well I guess I am when it comes to that. Sorry!!

Hope this answers your question Lex, I’m sleepy as hell so I might have left some things out but I tried.

P.S. This is the EXACT same reason why girls date ugly guys. Just flip it around. What you think? Guys am I wrong? Females, do you fall in the categories?

Best spring break.. EVER!

I always hated coming home for breaks!! I don’t know how my family expected me to be amped about leaving Atlanta to come to Indianapolis for vacations, that’s kinda ass backwards!! My aunt finally convinced me to come home for spring break after weeks of emails and phone calls saying she miss her “Poo Bear”.

Driving through the neighborhoods in which I use to play hide and seek always made me sad because they haven’t changed, AT ALL!! My old buddies still stay on the same block, in the same house. Sad.. Pull up to my aunts house, hop out the car, drop my things off and go straight to the candy store across the street. $2 dollars worth of penny candy, some flamin hot fries, quarter water juice, and peach rings.. I missed the hood candy stores but didn’t want to be home, UGH!!

I haven’t seen some of my friends in years, not since I graduated. I always wondered how some of them were doing, ESPECIALLY big head Tasha. I haven’t seen her in like 3 years. We was close but wasn’t that close. She was the annoying little girl from next door, well not technically, she stayed about seven houses down but we went to grade, middle, and high school together. Just wanted to see what she looked like and how she was doing. She wasn’t ever ugly, just soo into school that she didn’t seem to care about boys. But oh well, I’ll see her if I see her.

Big Steve from three blocks over was having this big ass BBQ in his parents back yard. He went to school in NC and NEVER came home, so this BBQ was a big deal. It was UUUUBBBBER FAAT!! Everybody was there. Niggas I ain’t seen in ages was there. No beefing, no arguing, every body was just having a good time just happy to be home and around familiar faces. Thats when I noticed Tasha big head ass sitting around the pool with some old friends. Damn, she got her shit together to say the least. She seemed to have matured soo much, and was soo damn cute. I had to keep my cool though. I made my way over there and pushed her in the back of the head, “Hey big head.” “Poooooooooo Beaaaaaaaaaaaar!! Hey stanky, when did you get home?” So we talked for a little bit, trying not to seem too interested in one another. We exchanged numbers and went our separate ways. I get a text at 3:30am that morning from Tasha, “You up? I know you up, so tell me why I haven’t heard from you all this time?” That’s a good question, I don’t know why I didn’t but I kept it cool and slick and replied with, “The same reason why I didn’t hear from you.” She didn’t reply, figures.

The next day, after my aunt had me wash the dishes and vacuum, its only so long the welcome home last before your back to the old routines. Tasha mom heard I was in town and invited me for a late breakfast and my greedy ass was on it! So I get there and Ms. Williams rushed me with hugs and kisses. I haven’t seen her in sooooooooooo long. I didn’t mind though. She was dressed in her pj’s still with her hair wrapped and the house shoes that made the “tapping” noise when she walked. It smelled so good! I haven’t smelled good home cooked food in a minute, college had me on some pizza, noodles and McDonald’s type shit most of the time. As we ate, she asks me all types of questions, the typical shit. All this time Tasha seems to have an attitude with me. She not talking to me, looking at me, NOTHING. We finish eating, and I go up to Tasha room to ask her whats her problem. Ms. Williams didn’t care about me going up there, she figured I was a good enough kid and a good enough catch that if we was just talking or fucking, it didn’t matter. Get upstairs and she laying on her bead listening to her ipod. I jump on top of her, snatch the ear plugs out and ask her why she mad, she must have been waiting on that cause she went off on my ass! “I’ve been crushing yo stanking, big head ass for 6 years. I have had a crush on you for the longest and you haven’t paid me any attention. What? Am I not your type or something? Am I not “thick” enough for you DizZy. And get off of me, you never wanted to be on top of me before.” So.. I got up. Looked in her eyes, apologized and walked out. She grabbed me, told me it was ok and kissed me. It wasn’t one of those middle school pecks, it was on some juicy, lust full, lets have great sex type shit.

So the short ass week for spring break was up. After seeing all my family, catching up on sleep and doing these papers for class, my week was finally up and I was back off to school. Spent all day packing and kicking it with my lil cousins, they only 4 and 5. These lil bad fuckers love me to death. After the little ones left and we ate dinner, it was bout 10 pm. I washed my clothes and watched some old episodes of Fresh Prince. Tasha called me and asked me to come say bye to her. I throw on my nike shorts and hoody and run down to her house. The door was open so I walked in, locked it and headed up stairs. Ms. Williams was at her boyfriend spot so Tasha was there by herself. Walked in her room and it was candles on her dresser and she had the ipod hooked up to her boom box bumping some slow shit. FINNA GO DOWN!! She wasn’t in the room though, I stepped through the door and she walked up behind me and grabbed me. She low key scared my ass but I’m a G! She turns me around, kiss me and grab the back of my neck. She was so passionate with kissing me, its like she has been waiting on this forever. She lifts my hoody over my head, then my shirt, then my wife beater. I honestly gotta stop wearing so many articles of clothing. She already in nothing but boy shorts and a red laced bra to match. LOVELY! She pushes me on the bed and climbs on top of me. She showers me with kisses from my ear to my stomach. She takes my dick out but I stopped her, or tried to before she whispers “stop fucking up my moment.” So I let her do her thang, who am I to fuck up her moment! She then stops, grabs a condom, takes it out the wrapper, put it on me, then starts to ride me. This bitch was bad!! When she sat on it, she made this face and moaned like I have never heard before. She started getting into it, and I must admit, this shit was fye! I grabbed and pulled her close to me and started “working the middle” as some call it. Threw her on her back and climbed in deep as she moaned my name louder and louder with each stroke. Her nails was soooo fucking deep in my back but I kinda liked it! Turned her over and went haaaam on her ass. Pulling her hair, smacking her ass, grabbing her neck, all this shit had her going bananas!! After we both busted the Scary Movie nuts, we fell asleep for like 2 hours then woke up. “What time you leaving Poo Bear?” “O, my plane leave at 2.” “Okay.” We dozed back off to sleep.

I wake up at 9:30 am, run back to my aunts house, shower, get dressed, fold my clothes that I washed and put my bags in the car. “Where was you at last night Mr. Big Shot?” My aunt always asked me questions that she had no business asking. “I was selling drugs with the friends you tried to keep me away from growing up.” “SMART ASS, get ya shit ready before I make you walk to the air port.” I always found this woman funny.

Driving to the air port was always bitter sweet because I want to leave but I don’t want to leave my friends family. I get a text from Tasha asking what school did I go to now. I told her The Art Institute of Atlanta. I asked her and she said “Spelman”, I stay maybe 15 Min’s away from there. I call her instantly, “When did you start going to Spelman?” “I transferred this semester from Purdue, I hated being in Indiana. Looks like were going to be seeing a lot more of each other huh? But bye boy, you wasting my day time minutes, have a safe flight haha!” Big head Tasha?? Who would have known.. O shit!! I can’t wait to get back to Atl!! Owwwwwwww Splaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaashh!!!!!!

P.S. The pic doesn’t have anything to do with the post, just thought it was funky as hell. Fat shout out to my girl Ana. Isn’t she great!

Piece Of Dizzy??

How did I end up here instead of sleeping or watching ATL for the 100th time like I had planned? Ohhh yeah, she called and asked “What you doing DizZ”.. I’m asked that question all the time, its how she paused after I told her nothing as if she wanted me to ask did she want to come over and “watch a movie”. I kinda felt obligated to ask her if she wanted to chill. “Hell, I aint on nothing, finna chill and watch a movie, want to come over?” She JUMPED to the idea of watching a movie with me. Of course she had no plans at 12:43 a.m on Tuesday.. OF COURRSE she was free. HaHa. “I’ll be there in about 30 minutes”.. Just fucking great, I was really in the mood to be by myself and watch ATL.. Welp.. Time for some action..

So as I get up and clean my room.. Put all my creative recs and nikes in the closet. Hang up my TKM hoody and LRG track jacket.. Dump my trash in the bathroom with condom wrappers in it.. Spray the indian air freshner you get in the hood and.. Finish.. 46 mins later sidekick buzzin.. “Hey, I’m here..” Go to the door and there she stands as if she was going to the club…. Heels, skinnies, tight yellow shirt with her hiar up.. She must have remembered that I like heels, how she looks in skinnies, and girls with they hair pinned up. Think she slick!! I feel under dressed in my basketball shorts and wife beater.. Flip flops no socks on her ass!! Flexing with the pretty feet. haha!!

Walking to my room, as she leads the way I put the kick on silent.. I know what she here for.. She knows what she here for but for some odd reason she felt as if she couldn’t call and say “DizZy I wanna fuck, you busy?” Ugh, the mind reading that I have to do. Any who. Its been a long day, I’m low key tired but I know if I fall asleep she gone be pissed so I pop ATL in and recite all the words in my head and admire the beauty of the twins.. GOT DAMN THEY FINE!! She gets comfortable and take her heels off. HmM.!? I get prepared at this point “Can I get under the covers, I’m a little cold.” “Suuuure” I reply nonchalantly.

Fast forward me getting under the covers as well and playing in her hair.. She grabs the Mohawk, I grab her neck, she grabs my dick.. Blah blah blah..

So the music is playing loud to drown out all the noises we MIGHT make.. Depends on how into it I get. I put a condom on, slide inside and she bites her bottom lip and dig deep into my back with her nails she just got done 2 days prior.. How I know? Cause when she told me she was at the nail shop via text, this scene popped into my head. As I stroke, she gets louder and louder as if I’m killing her. I am careful on how I stroke this one because this is the first time and I don’t want a future headache. She opens her eyes and the look of “LoVe” is in her eyes. Ugh.. So I slide out and start kissing on her neck and then her chest.. Then her stomach.. Then her thighs.. As I get lower and lower, in my head I’m contemplating if I want to taste her forbidden fruit. I know if I do it, then she might go crazy and if I don’t she might later ask me down the line “Why you rap about eating pussy and what not in Sex Appeal but didn’t do it to me, am i not good enough?” UGHHH.. Me and my big mouth.. So I lick and taste her. As I do so, she grabs the bed, the sheets are pulled to the head of the bead. I know what I’m doing.. Yeah, one nut.. Okay.. 2 nuts.. Okay, 3 nuts, I think.. How i know? The pool gets wetter and her lower body shakes when its right.. I’m kinda ready for this to be over but she grabs me and initiates that she wants me to get on my back. So.. I get on my back..

She kisses my neck, then go down on my chest, stomach.. She takes the Magnum off.. Grabs it.. Puts her mouth on it. YeaaaaZiR!!! I knew she sucked dick!! I KNEW IT!! Goody to shoe is a dick fiend! So as she down there, I get a lil sidetracked like always. “I wonder if I’m a finish that song tomorrow.. Damn I didn’t call moms back.. I wonder what the broz doing.. ” Just random shit was floating through my head. Its good, aint great but its good. So she starts going hard at it but I make her stop. Why? Cause I don’t know if she swallow or not. If she don’t then I risk getting shit on my comforter and I’m not ready to be done if she does swallow.. So I reach and get another gold card, make her lay on her stomach and I slide in. This is when I go hard. She low key screams as if she wants the neighbors to question our actions. I then do every position I can that wont put us face to face. If I look into her eyes, I might send mixed signals and I don’t know whats going through her head. I don’t know if she faking the funk. If she is, o well cause I’m getting mine. But no more of the I’m falling in love with yo dick look from her.

Sometimes when I have sex, I start viewing shit in slow motion like the matrix. I then start to think, why am I having sex with her? I was hitting her up to actually get to know her. I now know that every time we chill its a 89% chance it leads to sex. Maybe ever higher.. We will only be about sex. Hell we only talk so often. I know this is probably all she wants. I look down as I fuck slow motion from the back. She is breathing like she has asthma and grabbing the wall. Ugh. I like fucking but I hate feeling like a piece of meat. So I snap out of it, I go hard and deep. Bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam!!! “DizZy!!!!!!” She quenches and that’s my que to cum as well.. Not as dramatic but. It a do.

Get up as she rolls over to the wall and dozeee.. Get in the bathroom, take the magnum off.. Put it in the kroger bag behind the door.. Get my wash rag, run the hot water then wash myself off. Look into the mirror and see a blank expression. A feeling of emptiness. It will all pass once I sleep.. Go back into the room and turn the music off. Sit on the edge of the bed and put my boxers on. She turns over and whispers “DizZy DizZy DizZy uHhH, that was sooo good.” I reply back cool then a bitch like “Really? I was just giving you what you wanted…” Boxers on in the bed staring at the ceiling as she has dozed the hell off. I really need to stop doing this. Having sex and being the one least pleased at the end of it. Its getting boring and starting to become routine. No feelings, no emotions behind this. Who the fuck am I kidding, if she call tomorrow I’m a do the same thing. This isn’t good, specially not for the boyfriend who been calling her phone for an hour straight. Hey.. Don’t judge me.. Its all “Her” and the other “Hers” who only come to fuck and get away from his whack ass.. Ugh, I didn’t even get to finish my fucking movie. Who told this girl she could spend the night? Ughhhh!! O well. I hope she can cook or buy me breakfast!! -DizZy

P.S.. Damn how the bitch seem, she a dick fiend. Although I wont elaborate, I say she lick things.. -T.I.

Dating the “home girl”

I have a million home girls. I don’t know how they became my friends or why they are still my friends but they are. I often wonder what would happen if me and one of my home girls stopped talking about how we will be single forever and actually dated. What would happen? I mean, as of right now.. I enjoy my female friends company. All of them. Its fun. We joke, we laugh, we converse about random ass topics, no one is trying to hard and I like that. But I think I like it because we don’t expect anything from another. Whenever I date someone I always think “what happen to the cool chick I was just hanging with a week ago?”

A lot of people like to blame sex but I call them idiots and think they don’t know any better. Busting a nut never made me view a woman differently. If the sex was good I wouldn’t act funny because I would want more and if it was bad.. Well.. There is no point. That’s just that. So I sat and thought to myself “What the fuck is so different?” I figured it out. Its expectations.

When, lets say, Chrissy. Lets use Chrissy. When Chrissy is just my home girl then we just expect good times and good company. Occasionally we might need one another for emergencies but that’s nothing. As soon as we make the move from friends to “friends” those expectations multiply x’s 10!

With this new side of Chrissy, certain jokes can’t be told because she is now more conscious around me.  This is what messes me up and keeps me single; I see the other side of her. The nagging side, the insecure side, and any other side she never showed me just being my friend. I slowly begin to see why every man before me has opted out of dealing with her. I begin to see the real story.As her friend I got the end result of her meeting a new guy.. “All niggas ain’t shit!” I never see what happens in the middle, I will though if we start dating.

Here is where it gets tricky, when I meet a female that thought runs through my head. I think and sit on it and say no. That’s why I have a million home girls. I would rather deal with them without knowing their other side. But I often if I will meet a female where things won’t change that much after we switch it up. Why does it have to switch up? No one knows. I don’t. I hate this shit.

-Diz

Starting Over…

Why ask for your number? Why even engage in this knowing that nothing will come of it? I mean, you’ve been hurt and I’ve been hurt. Hell, you’ve hurt folks and so have I. I don’t want to learn about you… Your birthday, your favorite colors, what you like to eat, how you like to be held and how you want to be fucked! Why take the time to even start something knowing that it might not last? The energy it takes to get you to trust me and know that I’m not only about sex and to get you to get over ya ex and the shit he did to you is tiring! That task alone is enough to detour me away from starting over..

All this ran through my head when I was about to ask this female for her number. The funny thing to me is this, I will convince a chick to stop talking to the guy who giving her all this heartache and pain, all the bullshit with the guy who won’t be her boyfriend only to end up doing the exact same thing! Don’t get me wrong, I’m not being negative, I’m just being honest. Who wants to start over and repeat the exact same thing over and over when it comes to this dating game? It’s taking its toll on my heart. I know females think the exact same way! Ya ll know that shit isn’t going to work out with a guy so what y’all do? Get a good one night out of him and then just become “busy”! Why even entertain the idea of you starting over with a new guy when you know it ain’t hitting on nothing? Smart..

It’s a whole HEAAAP of folks who just loving to love. They not actually in love, they just love the idea of being in love with a certain person and that’s how folks get hurt. I know I have been in love only twice. Erica and India.. I don’t know why females think I have a whole slew of chicks just all on me, naw. Maybe if I could ignore my conscious begging me not to bring another headache in the equation I would, BUT, I can’t. Shit is all sweet at first with “new comers” till the questioning starts, the insecurities kick in and the conversation turn sour. I know its bound to happen.. I know it. The fucked up thing is, when I TRY to be a females friend for a minute, just to test it out (maybe its males too, ladies let me know) but they start feeling me and want to date me RIGHT THEN or its a problem. If I don’t date them, they will stop talking to me and end the friendship altogether because they want to date me when THEY think its right. I know that has happened to me a few times. Bullshit!

All I know is, I hate being single but I love being single. Its bitter sweet. I miss the companionship and all the cute shit that comes with it but I don’t miss the headaches and bullshit that came along with it as well. To me, the bullshit out weighs the good shit so I refrain from starting over for right now. I tried too many times!! What about y’all? Let me know why YOU in a relationship or not in a relationship. Is this true for you too or am I just bugging out?

Fuck Me.. Tease me..

I know that when I get that text or phone call from you it ain’t to hear what I want to hear. I mean, I love hearing from you but.. This just fucks with me. You come over and we flirt for a little bit. Talk about small shit, like how your day was and all that. Then you get close and I kiss you. You grab me like you missed me and kiss me back. Shirts come off, jeans come off, cools come off and the heat is on. I missed you so much is all I’m thinking as i climb inside you and you moan deep. You grab my back and leave scars of frustration and unhappiness. I take my tongue and go down your neck, to your stomach, and taste the area farthest from your heart. I turn you over and climb inside again as you grab the sheets and moan. I smack your ass because you like it and its the only way I can hit you without it being abuse. But I’m angry so ever stroke i go in harder and smack you harder till you shake and breathe deep. You want to keep it going so you turn me on my back and grab me and put me inside the place you use to tell lies. You do it SO good, you suck so good. YOU SUCK SO GOOD!!

Maybe They Don’t Know How

I am starting to believe that some people fail in relationships because they don’t know how to be in one. My generation is the single parent generation. The reason I say that is because if you have never seen someone be in love and know what it takes then how will you know? For example, take a man that was raised by a single mother. He probably never seen his mom date or be in a committed relationship. Some single mothers try to keep the boyfriend away from the kids for reasons I can understand. That man might not know how to treat his woman like a queen because he never seen his mom treated like one. How will he know how to cater to her every need, how will he know how to be sensitive for her? This day and age, showing sensitivity (especially in the African American household) can be looked at as being gay. Sometimes for me I honestly don’t know what I am doing half the time I am dealing with a woman. I often fuck up and they view it as being insensitive or an asshole and call it quits. Well why don’t you teach? Some men you can’t teach because of pride, being stubborn, or just being blind to the fact that they are doing something wrong and refuse to change.

When It comes to women, a lot of them didn’t see their mom cater to a man. They didn’t see how she stroked the ego, they didn’t see how the mom loved him through his good days and bad days. Now a days women confide in other women who also have absolutely no idea what they are doing and it makes things worse. A lot of women don’t know how to be submissive because they view it as being weak. I can imagine why though. They have never seen their mother be submissive. With only seeing their mother work and take care of business they never seen the sweet sensitive side of her. If a man comes along and try to change it they view it as them not loving them as they are and you don’t want that.

Single mothers often just work to provide for the household. Forgetting to show other things like love for the opposite sex which in turns mess up the child view on what it takes to be in love. Generation after generation of this and soon love will be known as a fuck buddy you had for a long time. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not true for everyone. After awhile some people will get tired of being alone and will realize what they will have to do in order to have someone around forever. I think love these days fail because a lot of people don’t know what it takes. They see the movies and hear the songs and want an exact duplicate of perfect love and that doesn’t exist.

This might be a little far fetched but this is what I’ve come to see. People will invest in their future by going to college. Taking out loans, studying for finals, writing papers, being away from home, etc all in the name of an education. What if the financial office was honest when you first started college and told you “When you graduate, you probably won’t find a job in your field and for the first couple years after graduation you will be working at walmart.” Would you still hold your head up high about going to college and graduating? Would you still be willing to invest everything into that? Why should love be looked at any differently? Not even love, why not look at a relationship like that? You will be away from home, everyday wont be great, you will have to invest time and money, etc. but it MIGHT not work. Sometimes you will want to quit but don’t. But that’s neither here nor there. Stop and think. Sometimes people aren’t afraid of commitment, maybe they just don’t know how to love because they have never witnessed it in person.

-Dizzy