30 Something

I met this thug n*gga online on myspace. So in desperation on last weekend I asked him to meet me at the martini bar. He said he couldn't because he had his daughter with him, but later that night he showed up while i was talking to this other guy. So he introduced himself as the guy from myspace. So yesteday we went to lunch. We had a really good lunch and I didn't let him pay for it because I wasn't sure about him. It was crazy because I orded a drink and it was really good so i told him to taste it. He picked up my glass and tasted it. I was going to get him a glass. That shook me. I couldn't believe it. So we talked on the phone and because I knew he was ghetto I asked him if he smoked. Not cigs. So yeah he got excited and talked about having some Bin Laden. Not sure waht that was. The next thing I know, he's knocking on my door. So I let him in and he's pulling green out his pocket and I'm like, "whoa, I don't smoke." So he explained the he misunderstood my general questions as being interested. I told him that I don't like to smoke, I've never smoked and I'm not trying to be around it cause I can't breathe. I'm all for lung health. So he started talking bout how he has to hustle and gave me this long story of his life. I asked him bout his baby mammas. He gave me a long story bout them. Well, he's waiting on a paternity test for this new baby. So he's not sure if it's his. So as he's talking in my mind I'm thinking, "okay, drama a lot of drama." He reminded me of a guy that I met before my ex. I started to not like him, but he was charming in a ghetto sort of way. So I began to flirt with him. Why? I don't know. Because my ex is seeing someone else, because my ex is going to visit the slut in MI, because my ex keeps blowing me off and he doesn't love me anymore. I feel like I'm being destructive with this guy, but for some reason I can't stop myself. So we talked and he gave me the best massage. Okay, it may have not beent he best, but I haven't had a massage lately and I desperately needed one. So at the same time that he was there Appleton kept calling me. After ghettoboy left, I called Appleton back and he got into a tissy because he knew I was with another guy. I told him that I was and he told me that I didn't have to call him anymore. Whatever! Like I'm sad.

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