True Life

Everyone Has A Story

I thought that as I got older and better educated I would be able to (a) decipher bullshit men from the good ones and (b) put myself in places to meet good men. Apparently I haven't mastered either of those qualities because I keep getting myself involved with the worst men.
Now don't get me wrong I am cautious with my feelings, shit maybe overly cautious, because I never believe a word that comes out of these men's mouths. Somehow I still manage to get involved and get my feelings hurt. Go figure!
The Men:
I'll give you the stories one at a time because some are so outlandish. I will give only the first letters of their names to protect their identity and my car because some of them are straight fools.

First there is S. I meet him at work. He came into my store with his friend to buy something for his 6 year old daughter, red flag number 1, right? Not for me! He was really funny and I enjoyed helping him, his friend gave me his (S's) number but I didn't bother to call. A few weeks later I'm with my girls after the club getting pizza at the spot everyone goes to and who happens to be there but S. I hook my horn he came over and we started talking. He asks me why I didn't call I lie and say I lost the number when really I throw the shit out, why, I have no idea just because. I take his number again we go our separate ways and I wait a week to call, although I said I would call him the next day so we could go to see the 50 cent movie. When I do call I lie about why I didn't call, all this lying is a bad sign because I usually just tell the truth no matter how much I think it's going to hurt someone's feelings. So we are talking, he is real cool, we go out like every night, to eat, a movie anything. Then he up and gets sick and is in the hospital. His appendix. Like a fool I am there everyday with him, taking care of him, helping him go to the bathroom (when did I become his wife) I was even doing my school work up there. This is where it first gets ugly. I'm on the elevator in the hospital, he was there for like 2 weeks, and who gets on his daughter and baby mama. The best part is she is holding a new baby in her arms maybe 3 months old, hmmm is this is child as well cause he is fresh out the pussy. You guessed it that was his 3 month old son, damn. Needless to say I still stayed around. After he got out the hospital we finally had sex, he had a big dick it just didn't last long unless he was drunk. But I stayed around. Time flew, I meet the parents, spent time with the children and even attended family functions. I guess I should mention that he lived with his parents and younger brother; a detail he left out. Christmas came and went we exchanged gifts. His baby mama posted an engagement ring on the frige, hmmm. New Years came and went he was out of town. The last straw was his baby mama calling my job to talk about the relationship he and I had, I'm sorry that's none of her damn business and I let that be known. So I was finally sick of him, his children, his baby mama and his lack of stamina. I let it go. However S is back in my life; only as a booty-call if that makes it any better. And yes the stamina is upto par now.

To be continued...

posted by no_more_drama @ 6:34 PM