I used to think that the hardest thing a person had to do was pretend that they were in love.
Then came the day I was told to pretend that I wasn’t.
but then he said
Yes! I have a past. I’ve been in love, I’ve had fuck buddies, girlfriends and “I probably shouldn’t have done that” moments. I come with baggage. There is nothing I can do to change that. In fact, I’d be lying if I told you I regret it. But I can tell you this; I’m in love with you. I want you. And even though I have history with these females, I’m committed to building a future with you. Let’s move forward together.
….and it made it all better.
He was tall, well built and handsome.
He once lived in London and with that in common we shared a nice conversation that lasted about 10 minutes.
I was warm, full of smiles, extremely friendly.
No I did not flirt with him. That is a fact I am certain of. Because just a few minutes before, when he unexpectedly knocked on the front door, he interrupted my make out session with the owner of the apartment we were in: his friend.
Both men walked me to my car. I was embarrassed at the idea of this stranger knowing what I was up to and the conversation the two might have in my absence. But I was also a little disappointed that my make out session had ended abruptly. Still I smiled and waved politely as I drove off.
A few days later I got a call from an unknown number. It was the tall, well built and handsome guy from the night before. He got my number from ‘our’ friend because it was obvious to him that I liked him. He then continued with the weirdest conversation I have perhaps ever had with someone. He insisted that we should be friends and that I verbally accept his friend request. It was strange but I didn’t want to be too impolite so I responded with
“Friendships are something that develop over time but you seem like a nice guy so we will see…”
I guess it was enough for him because he continued that if we were to be friends, I would have to promise never to call him after 10pm.
He is in fact a married man and his wife gets very jealous of his female friends and
always checks his phone when he is home.
At this point, it became obvious that something was wrong with this guy. But before I could get off the phone…
he got even weirder.
He wanted to give me fair warning that he “always sleeps with his female friends”
As you can imagine, I was pretty taken back. In hindsight I should have just hung up the phone but instead I tried to make it clear to him that I had no intentions of sleeping with him. He chuckled because he heard what I was saying but still wanted to let me know what ‘tends’ to happen.
But also, I couldn’t help but me astonished. I mean I have heard of ‘game’ and thought I had seen every play in the book but THIS one, I didn’t even see coming.
Needless to say, I hung up the phone.
But my question is, do women actually fall for that?
I can only assume it would not be in his playbook if it had not garnered him some level of success…
Fingers are my weakness.
They have a direct path to an elusive spot
and when you mix that with tongue….
Mountains; Kilimanjaro in resemblance
But you don’t stomp up these mountains
you gotta float up
with warm breath and a tongue that caresses
Knees hit sheets as he plows and he grinds
Rode Mt.Saint Scott ’til ooooo
Creamy lava landed on my skin and neck
Blended with my all day Chanel scent
This freaking was incredulent,decadent
Flip side,stomach meets sheets
He plows inside as if he’s making beats
As if this year’s harvest depended on it
Back on my back old fashioned is renewed
Red toenail polish on whitewalls
Documenting this freaking,ahhhhh
To thank him’
I take charge of ship
Moving with my back and my hips
Like my ancestors did
Speaking the Bantu,Ranga and tonga
But I’ve gotta stop all that to make it longer,
But it’s too late
I put him to sleep
Curled all up,spasm all in his feet
Feeling all proud like I did something deep
Ain’t really nothin’it’s the way that it be
North Philly sister repin’hard like me
But why do I feel so empty?
Written by Jill H. Scott
He wasn’t the one because he never understood me. He never understood my sarcasm. He never understood that while my words are honest and straightforward, they aren’t the end all or be all of what I am saying. He never understood that he had to look deeper to understand that behind every word is just a young woman with good heart trying to find another soul that gets her. He never understood that to truly get me, is to first admit that I am a hard person to understand.
He wasn’t the one because I never found him funny. His jokes fell flat and his storytelling was atrocious. There was never a guarantee that he would lighten the mood. The twinging of his lips, the raising of his eyebrows was never enough to send my head back, hands being clapped, mouth open but no sound coming out because everyone knows that’s how I laugh when I find something truly funny. I doubt he found me particularly funny either.
He wasn’t the one because I always had to be smiling. Not every grin is a smile and that is not the only way I convey happiness. When my smile has subsided and my voice goes too soft, i’m not hurt nor am I sad. It just means i’m relaxed enough to exist and not be concerned about keeping up appearances. It means I think the interview has stopped and that silence can be comfortable.
He wasn’t the one because his lips didn’t make my world spin. His lips were forgettable. His lips were too small, too dry and left no impression. His kisses just left me thinking about the last lips that I bit and pulled. He had too much passion and I had too little. His lips just weren’t right.
He wasn’t the one because I could never sleep like a baby next to him. He never had the ability to calm my spirit, settle my mind and make me so relaxed that I could drift off into dreamland as easy as 1-2-3. Falling asleep next to him..or even better on his chest was not a desire that I had and the thought of waking up in his arms didn’t make my heart smile.
He wasn’t the one because simply my dear…he wasn’t you.
I think there should be a 30second rule when it comes to sex.
This would be similar to the 5 second rule that we have with food. If its on the floor for less than 5 seconds it doesn’t count