She Eats The Box?!!

Is it me or does it seem like everyone and they mama is turnin lesbo? I cant even keep count of all the bitches I know personally who have went from being straight to just a little crooked. Now every chic I see is on the whole "Fuck Niggas" movement. How did that become a movement anyway!? Its funny cause a lot of dudes is part the "Fuck Bitches" movement. HA! Not that they dont have good reason because "Us Females" are some grimey little bitches. I'm telling you what I know, not that I have done anything...well actually NEVERMIND. lol Whats really bugging the hell out of me though is why are all the "lesbians" or "bi" chics ugly as hell? hmph. For instance everytime I see a twitter name with "bi" or "I Like Chics" in it...I click on the profile & throw up in my mouth! OMG! WHHHHHY! Be foolin me and shit I wanna slap the fuck outta twitter for allowing these ugly bitches to create an account. ewwww...I'm gonna hurl again. shheeesh. These broads all turned lesbo cause they face so disgusting no nigga in his right mind would date em' or even fuck em' not even with a brown paper bag on their face. ha ha ha...its actually amusing because these big boned dykes really tryna fool us talkin bout "I turned gay cause niggas aint shit" mhmmm...sure BITCH...we know you still a virgin you aint never even had a nigga so how would you know "they aint shit?" I dont know bout nobody else but when it comes to females my standards are extremely HIGH! I dont want no bald head chic, you cant be to big in the waist, & you gotta know how to dress...GOOD! I dont mean dress good like yo coogi jeans, match your coogi shirt. Fuck up out my face with that dry shit. You gotta be style conscious and baby phat aint gone cut it. sorry im just sayin. Furthermore brush yo teeth on more than a weekly occasion, if you got bald spots or missin edges you not for me! lol Im not playin around though, im dead serious. Call me shallow you know I dont give a fuck anyway. But yea man, thats why I tell people I KINDA like chics. lol It aint a all the way typa thing lol. I'll take a funky ass no good nigga any day before I waste my time with a rusty head scallywag with no class. And if you find this offensive you probablly just the cheap, ugly bitch im ramblin about right now. Get it together bitches...or get left behind.

Things That Will Get You Killed

Texting my phone repeatedly- even after I dont respond to the first 100 messages. =( Now who in their right mind is gonna be stupid enough to send multiple messages without getting a single response? You basically are talkin to yourself when you text and say "whats Good" "What up" or "hey" AUTOMATIC IGNORE! Aint no way in hell im gonna waste my precious finger energy on replying to a dumbass text askin me "whats good" Whats good is that I can delete that damn message, and tell you I never got it, and dont be stupid enough to call after that because that will get you cussed out. In a real nasty kinda way. Stay off my line unless it's an emergency, or you got some money you givin away.


Talking in my face with funky ass breath- why would you do that? You know your breath stink cause everytime you open your mouth your tongue ducks for cover. hmmph. Yet and still you laughing extra hard and shit talking bout "GIRL GUESS WHAT" No bitch you guess what...guess what flavor of mouth wash im finna hit you in the mouth with you stank breath son of a bitch. smh...& to make it worse stank breath people always wanna lean in when talking to you like they telling you a secret. Thats like farting in someones face...you wouldnt bend over and let one rip in your granny's face would you? So why is your disrespectful ass in my face gossiping with that sewer breath it smelled like 10 russians laid in yo mouth and died. Make me wanna grab a stick of deodarant & wipe yo tongue with it...ol' musty mouth.

Asking to borrow my shoes-Hell no you cant borrow my shoes. Number 1 you wear a size 10 how the hell you plan on squeezin them boats into my size 7s? You got feet bigger than Paul Bunyan talkin bout "they fit better without socks" no BITCH they dont fit at all...even if you put some baby oil on the bottom of yo feet they still wouldnt slip into my shoes. Furthermore when was the last time you took a bath? The bottom of yo feet loook like you work in a coal mime! You must be out yo damn mind if you think ima go for that better get you a pair of flip flops & get the fuck up out my face.



Borrowing money from me and dont never pay it back- So you borrowed 10$ from me & everytime I see you, you aint got my damn money!! WTF is wrong wit you? I give everybody a 1 day grace period to pay my money back after that...uh-uhnnnn im comin to find you. Ima be searchin for yo ass like a bounty hunter over my damn money. & dont try to play no damn lame excuses on me talkn bout "you lost yo job" hmph wtf that got to do with me? I dont give a damn, you better apply for unemployment & in the meantime & in between time Ima need you to gimme my damn money! PERIOD POINTBLANK. dont ask me shit bout "how am i supposed to get it" DID I ask how am I supposed to get it when you borrowed it? HELL NO! I dont care if you gotta kill, steal, & rob for my shit...I WANT MY MONEY! What really gets me is how a nigga who owe you money will duck & dodge yo ass for the longest, til' that one day you catch em' comin out the mall wit a "Foot Locker" bag or somethin, then they try to play it off talkin bout "they cousin just bought em some shoes" *side eye* mmhmmm...yo cousin better loan you 10$ to pay off yo debt thats all the hell I know. Fuck all the excuses. Cause while you playin I will kidnap yo dog & hold him for 10$ ransom! Better hope "todo" dont come back with a black eye or somethin cause I dont play about my money.

tuuh. If you dont know you better ask somebody, just cause I look nice dont mean shit. I'll break into yo house & eat up all yo fresh groceries...I dont kill unless I got to. & If you dont wanna end up dead...you better act like you got some damn sense around here. Untill next time ladies, Gentlemen, & "others"

Love can play in traffic & die...I HATE LOVE

For all those who know me, or follow my blog like "loyal lil followers" lol you know my trials and tribulations with love or things related to love are one of the most complex things in my life right now. I'm not gonna sit here and spill out the depths of my heart to you, or tell you another sad tale of yet another failed date. Nope. Not today. Today I wanted to take the time out to tell you I HATE LOVE! & All of it's components. See the thing about love is, it always seems to find me at the wrong damn times in my life. Times when I'm far from ready to jump on the bandwagon holding hands, and french kissing in the middle of a rain streaked sidewalked wrapped in the strong embrace of a beloved partner. sounds good huh...FUCK THAT! If I ever catch cupid lurking around my bedroom window i'm gonna take that damn arrow and shove it up his ass. Love is breathing down my neck right now...like a predator in pursuit of its prey. I hate the feeling! Furthermore not only that, but I find myself in the worse predicaments of all...loving 2 people at the same damn time. tsk tsk tsk...definitely absolutely positively NOT A GOOD LOOK! The thing is the person who I really could see myself being with I dont know if I want to go there with them, because we have an incredible friendship, & he has so much going for him I would hate to get in the way of his success. The other person...hmm...I've known him for a lot longer however, as the days go by i start to feel like I love him less and less. At one time he was what EVERYTHING that I wanted. Now hmm...since knowing this other person Ive just grown to realize...I do love him. But I know in my heart he is not the one for me. But damn he is so fine...lol. Im gonna just shut up...I dont wanna think about love, see love, hear love. Im getting sick just writing LOVE so many times. Aaaaahhhhh. The next time I see somebody makin out in the grocery store ima hit em' in the head with a can of cream style corn. FUCK you love bird bastards. "I'm down with o.p.p. (other peoples property) yea you know me" lol

Sexcapades...sumtimes you gotta do what you gotta do

Soooo...all day today I was super horny. lol I was thinkin bout getting it in like all day! I was in the grocery store & when the lady asked me "paper or plastic?" I wanted to say "Magnums XL" lol when I was driving I kept thinkin bout doin it in the car. ughhh goin crazy with the horny thoughts. FINALLY I couldnt take it anymore. Even though I didnt want to...I called my X & told him I'm comin over. DAMNIT. Even though he was the last person I wanted to see because this lil fucker really showed out a few days ago & I said Fuck Him. I'm cool off him...apparently not anymore. I pull up in the driveway & start contemplating whether or not I should even go in, but I do. Fuck it im here now right. As soon as I walk in the door he's talkin shit. bla bla bla bla bla thats all I hear. Now even though I love this nigga, I really truly cant stand him so being in the same room with him for more than 30minutes is def not a good look unless he puttin in some work between my legs with his tongue. Then I guess he ok...lol. Anyway im in the kitchen diggin through the cupboards for something to eat...off of him. lmao (just kidding) No really i'm starving so im looking for some food when he comes from behind me & just starts taking off my clothes. See one good thing about him is even though he gets on my last fuckin nerve he knows how to put it down on me so I'm gettin kinda excited when he starts for my pants. The fucked up thing about it though is the whole time i'm kinda pretending he's someone else. hahahaha (hey fuck you dont judge me) well...he gets my pants off & lifts me to the counter not even speaking. (he knows better) I'm still thinkin in my mind "damn i really wish this was so & so right now doin this to me" But Fuck it, he'll do for now. I'm on the counter, & I grab his neck & lean in 2 kiss it when he pushes my legs open & straight up just tongue fucks me. oooow...where did that come from? Caught me off guard like sheeesh this is the business!!!! He is goin to work on me...like damn my pussy is cryin lol...I'm kinda ready for him to just stick it to me now...but he wont. UGHHH! still givin me dome like the shit is an addiction. And I love it. Finally he climbs up & slides me nearly off the counter & goes inside of me. Actually i'm kinda bored at this point cause I realize he's on some love making shit...which im really not diggin at all. He's still goin slow, I look at my pretend watch on my wrist to check the time. lol Fuck it... I wrap my arms around him and pull him inside of me all the way & tell him "No. dont go slow, I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME" & daaaaaaaaamn he did...lol This nigga pounded the fuck outta me for a good 15 minutes...slid me off the counter stuck me against the wall...banged me up for a little longer...then throws me on the couch & fucks me from behind...man he is goin hard & oops what do I do? bwuahahaha (said somebody elses name) hahahahaahahah oops. he doesnt catch it, he's 2 mesmerized by the pussy sweatin nshit so he doesnt even notice. But I sure did. lol I kid you not, my lungs hurt, my stomach hurt, my back hurt. lmao He literally BLEW MY BACK OUT...cause aftewards I collapsed on the floor like FUUUUUUUCK. That was the best but now I gotta go. hahaha Oh well what can I say, the whole single life is cool, But niggas suck! The one I truly want...I dont have him. He lives a zillion trillion miles away. I'm not gonna go on anymore hell dates, so in the meantime & in between time while i'm still single i'll settle for this, gettin it in with my ignorant X, settling for less untill one day I get "the best" =)

You Must Be Out Yo Damn Mind!

Some of yall raggedy asses need some home-training! Straight up. I see too much unacceptable behavior goin on around me. Ima need yall to get it together real fast...& so now i proceed to speak my damn mind.

**I come over to your house to chill, thats it...just chill & you got the nerve to ask me to give you some head?
Nigga what! You must be out yo damn mind. I put some hot sauce on yo dick & throw it in a fryin pan...then I will sit & watch you suck ya own damn dick you damn fool. '

**You offer to give me a ride, and when we get in the car and start driving you complain about how you aint got no gas. What the fuck you tellin me for? Shit this was not part of the plan when I got my ass in the car. You said you would take me where I needed to go, & considering there was no prior agreement to give you not one damn nickel I aint coughin up a gotdamn thing. Matter fact drop me at the damn bus stop shit ima use this last 5$ and get on the bus then get me a bag of doritos & a soda...hope yo ass dont run outta gas on the way back home.

**I'm at yo house hangin with you and I see you gettin all dressed up, stylin yo hair nshit...then got the nerve to ask me can I babysit! Da fuck wrong with you? I aint babysittin shit...you better have them bad ass kids babysit they damn self cause I be damn if I sit here tryna keep yo snotty face kids in check while you out at the club shakin yo stankin ass. & dont try to pull a fast ball on me talkin bout you gone run to the store real quick cus I will straight call children's services on yo ass. forreal. Them kids will be pullin off in the back of a dusty white van as you pullin back up to the house...what the hell wrong with you?

**I stay the night at your house, and you aint got no toilet paper. Tuuh. I bet ima use yo damn face towel...I'm not gone be pissy for nobody! & thats real. You can get 4 rolls of tissue at the dollar tree for 1$ so aint no excuse for this shit. What if I have diarrhea? You one selfish bitch to not have no tissue. Just make sure you wash that face rag out before you use it the next morning...cause I gotta wipe with something

Ok Im done trash talkin...for now...lol

I am Broken

(All I will say is this is to my babys father.)

I am broken..yes its true
Who knew love would turn you black and blue
The scars the pain mental & and emotional
Far worse than any of the physical
Ive walk barfoot through our past
Im walkin backwards steppin on glass.
I want to scream! I want to be free…
I want to escape this feeling which consumes me
And the tears.
THE TEARS
As they run down my face…
Mind stuck doin rewind in a cold dark place
I want to love you. & I want to hate you
At times cryin is all I can really do
Cause I am broken
I am torn
My heart is bleeding
It continues to morn.
Now the mistakes we cant undo
Despite the lies I came back to you
Again and again
You cut me so deep
But I still loved you…
My heart you can keep
I will never go back..could never do that
I had to let you go
To keep my sanity in tact
I am broken…
Just look at all my cracks & wounds
But im praying!
Im praying that I can be mended soon

Feelings (To George w/ luv)

This is something I wrote for the person that gives me the most inspiration right now at this point in my life. Sometimes You never know how much you can effect another person's life just by being who you are. Thankfully I have found a person who effects me in a way I would have never imagined. Just the tought of him brings a smile to my face. This is not a corny love letter, or any of that. Really this is more of a THANK YOU to the person that means a lot to me. This is one of the truest friends I have, and I'm so proud to be a part of his life. =)

Sometimes I feel like ive known you forever.
Theres even been times I seen us together.
Its crazy how much love I got for you
Like these feelings gotta be false, they cant be true

Baby its hard even just to tell you this
All the things im feelin…the way Im lusting for your kiss
Even if I never get the chance to have you
If I never get the chance to touch u & never get to hold you

Our chemistries undeniable
If we get no happy ending
I’d never hold you liable

Everything that you are I cant help but be amazed
The sound of your voice brings a million smiles across my face
If I could I’d be the shoes on your feet
Everywhere you go that’s where I gotta be.

I have no fancy words for you,
I have no explanations as to really why I even love you
Its crazy how much love I got for you
Like these feelings gotta be false, they cant be true

Hell Date # 300,3647,92980

SOOOO...I went on another date! I'm sure you're dying to know the outcome huh!? First of all one of my huge pet peeves is punctuality! If you are not untime...its a problem. Strike 1-he arrives 20 mins late with some bogus ass excuse about traffic. What the fuck ever...he better be glad he was lookin so damn good or who knows I mighta went home. We end up grabbin some dinner which started off fine, except the fact that he talks too damn much. I'm tryna enjoy my damn chicken & I gotta listen to "motor mouth matthew" blabbin about some shit I could care less about. Im sitting there nodding & smiling through till finally I cant take it no more. I ask him what the fuck he is talkin so much for cause his food is getting cold. He laughs it off as if I was joking. NO NIGGA...im deadass serious. Shut the fuck up & eat yo damn burger before I slap you with that bacon. He tries to shut up...you can see it. His tongue was havin a tug-a-war with his mouth. His tongue wins...he's back to flappin his gums about bullshit when he spits on me. STRIKE 2- spitting when you talk...muthafucker are you serious? You aint even say no S, or C word...so why the fuck I have chewed up hamburger bun on my cheek? YUCK. (broilin inside) "cmon now yo mouth just did a drive by on me" I told him. pbbbbbbbbbttttttttt...DUCK. GET DOWN GET DOWN...HE SHOOTIN. He apologizes, just like a little bitch! "aww my bad boo...*wipes my face with a napkin* you know I aint mean it" We finish dinner, & its time to pay, next thing I know he pulls out a black du-rag. Im like ookay...thats yo wallet huh. Getto as hell. This nigga unwraps the du-rag & I realize theirs a stack of 100$ bills in there. when I say stack...I mean a fuckin stack. He had atleast 2,000$ in his hand. Im like what the fuck he do rob a bank? sheesh He pulls out a 100$, and then proceeds to pull out some loose change. Im thinkin to myself "is he really givin this woman exact change and shit...like he broke or somethin" Now all kinds of thoughts are going through my head. Why does he have so much money with him? For somebody that works in a factory you sure got a lot of "big bills" Yeah I know what kinda factory you work in, & it sure aint a meat packin factory, you be packin but it definitely aint "MEAT" He wraps the du-rag back around the fold of money and stuffs it back into his pocket as if nothing ever happened. Now were supposed to leave and get drinks and this is when shit really gets interesting!!!

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Part 2: The Bar (with a little liquor...he might try to stick her)

Because I lost my ID a while back we were limited to the number of places we could go to get drinks. Luckily he knows of a little spot his homeboy runs so we get there and instantly get a round of shots goin. I'm busy eyeballin the bartender realizing he is pretty cute. My "date" goes to the bar & orders us both an AMF (adios muthafucker) & Im already knowin were both about to be wasted. No if &'s or buts about it. As soon as that 3rd cold drink hit my system, it was a wrap!! Let the shit talkin begin. I go to the pool tables to play pool & lowkey flirt with this little asian chic. Since I am intoxicated now, I really am not paying too much attention to my date at all. He comes over and asked to get in on the next round of pool. Next thing I know I turn around and this sorry son of a bitch has some chic cornered! He all in her face, and this drunk bitch over there crackin up like this nigga a comedian or something. Which he aint, so trying not to be too obvious I continue to peep him from the corner of my eyes as I play pool. DAMN! did he just touch her hair? And this dumb whorebag slut just giggling & carryin on like he really over there doin stand-up comdey or something. ughhhhhh.....FUCK THIS. I actually was pissed 1st of all this dude is fine as fuck. 2nd of all he fine as fuck. & oh yea 3rd of all this nigga is PAAAAAID. So I walk on over, cause by this time I lack all ability to be rational. I step right in his face and ask him..."ughh hey you dumb fuck you do know i'm standin right there dontcha?" He's tryna explain himself, & all that when the bitch trys to throw in her little raggedy 15cents. I look over at her and tell her "Bitch sit your drunk ass down somewhere before you be layin in the back alley somewhere" Tuuuh...this bitch musta been sippin on some "Superwoman" energy drink cause she all the sudden thought she was Bad. Why would you challenge me when I'm drunk?? "Look little ho...shut the fuck up & go find another dick to ride wit ya dirty ass" I told her. So tell me why this bitch ass nigga do a 360 on me...he literally flipped the script on me & called himself stickin up for this little raggedy heffa. OOOOOOH GOD. Here we fuckin GOOOO. How bout this fucker told me to chill out & had the nerve....the fuckin BALLS to push me to the side. Talkin bout im "being a bitch for no reason" OH HELL naw...a what? hmmm...Next thing I knew I was slappin this fool in the face. I dont know if the slapped shocked him or what, but he snapped back into reality & instantly looked embarassed. Oh by this time im cussin, & fussin tellin him to give me my shit out his car & all that. This dumb muthafucka gone tell me he aint givin me nothing. Ok thats fine...dont give it to me. Ima get my shit one way or the other. Im stompin outside headin to the car, a Heineken bottle in my hand, & throw the shit right at his windshield. He's behind me seconds later grabbing me. "Get the fuck off me & give me my shit you Bitch." Of course he's cussin the whole time, calling me crazy & all of that. But I dont care, I want my shit. Im wasted, Im pissed & I want to go home. He opens the trunk and I snatch my shit out & try to spit on him. Cause he is still talkin shit. "thats your problem you little faggot ass bitch you talk to fuckin much" My spit aim sucks...But fuck it. I ended up calling a cab home, this dumb fuck stands outside the whole time safeguardin his car. But I memorized the license plate. & if I ever see that little stuffer ass honda again...ima flatten the fuck out his tires. So yet again as you can see FAILED date. Im starting to think there is nobody out there for me... =(

Michael Blackson...dis nigga wild.

Can You Tell Me Why? (random questions of the universe)

1. Can You Tell Me what the drug dealers is puttin in crack to make them itch so much? Im really puzzled by this, I know there has to be a secret ingredient they usin for crack...perhaps itching powder. Cause it never fails...you can spot a crackhead from a mile away scratchin up they damn arms & shit paranoid as hell. You ever notice how fast a crackhead can run? Them fuckers be runnin like they in a damn race against death! Those fast ass crackheads...They crack gotta be laced with redbull & duracell battery juice. Fast itchy muthafukers.

2. Can You Tell Me why it seem like everybody got that one alcoholic uncle most likely named "ray ray" "junebug" or some shit that make you think of a old ass nigga with a juicy jerry curl, and a 40 ounce wrapped up in a brown paperbag. I never understood why they wrap that shit up in a paperbag anyway. Like who do they think they foolin? We know good & well its beer in there dumbass....who hides a can of dr. pepper in a paperbag while drinkin? Nobody...only "junebug" would do some shit like that. Then show up to a family reunion drunk as hell tryna fight the little kids & shit. Nigga come in stumblin cussin all the relatives out with that one finger stuck out pointin as he slur his words & shit. And everybody gotta keep yellin "junebug" sit yo drunk ass down. hahaha This is bringin back way too many memories.

The Booty Call Gone Wrong

So the other day I decided to end my "dick hiatus" cause I was feeling super horny lol. So I call this dude who I had been talkin to since last year but would never give him no play. He is all excited cause he has been waiting for this for a long time. Were talking on the phone making arrangements for me to come over and he is gas'n me up the whole time. Talkin all this "Girrl im finna work you" yea yea yea...So im lowkey gettin pumped like yeah...he bout to give me the business. I get dressed lookin extra cute, hair was on point, all of that! I get to his house and were drinkin on sum beers & shit sittin on the couch quiet as hell. And if anybody has ever seen me intoxicated they know when im lit I get extra "friendly" lol so I slide over closer to him and kiss his neck. He's feelin it, he grabs me and starts kissing on me. I mean he was all into it. By this time I'm READY like whip it out boy & put it down on me. He grabs me and pulls me toward the bedroom pushes me on the bed. More Kissing. THE FUCK!? (Less kissin more pumpin please.)Nope. He's kissin all on my neck, rubbin on me...ok whipppeeee feels great but umm can we get to the main attraction please. More kissing. (welp..guess not) So finally I get annoyed push him up and flips him so im laying on top of him. I start unbuckling his pants, he's breathing all heavy & shit. He wants it bad. I pull his pants off. Lifting his shirt up he starts taking my pants off. I get back on top of him run my hand down his dick. ummmm...whats going on? Why is your dick soft? He realizes that I noticed it, so he sits up with me on top of him, and kisses me more. Now im yawning cause I can see where this is going. A whole extra 5 mins passes by and still no penetrating going on. WTF!? By now he is on top of me again...starts to give me head & I make him stop. I tell him...NO...Fuck me or I'm leaving. 5 more minutes passed...still no hard dick. Then this fuckin bastard had the nerve to tell me "I dont know whats wrong you gotta help it get on hard....suck it" I started crackin up laughing. "Are you fuckin serious...u FAG! Im not suckin that" *straight face* "cmon baby...just give it a little mouth work" I look at him dead in his face, and say "you must be out your fuckin mind if you think im gonna suck your dick!" I mean is this nigga forreal? Im sitting here in your bedroom...half naked & your dick aint hard off that alone!? You sorry ass fuckin bastard! Im pissed...I stand up & put my pants back on cussin him out the whole time. Like how did he really get me all pumped up...for nothing?!! SHIT. & All his dumbass can do is stand there looking confused askin me "where am i going" as he grabs my arm. I snatch his hand off of me & push him back on the bed HEATED...& SLAM the door on my way out. What a fuckin loser...So i guess im still on a "dick hiatus" so much for that one. smh Clearly this is a booty call gone wrong! Yet another worthless man walkin around with perfectly good penis & no clue on what to do with it. Damn. Damn. Damn.

Aint that bout a bitch...

So a few weeks ago I went on a "date" with this random guy who was goo-goo-ga-ga over me. He had stopped me on my way to my car leaving the mall. The usual stale pickup lines...whatever! I decide to take his number, I looked him over from head to toe as he stored his number in my phone, the whole time thinkin in my head "i know im not gone ever call this fool" As I got in the car, I watched him from the corner of my eyes, as he got into a clean Jag. & then told myself outloud...Shit might as well call him atleast he aint broke. See that was my first damn mistake right there. Assuming this bastard aint broke just because he gets into a nice car. (now dont get me wrong I'm not a gold digger & never will be) But when opportunity knocks....You better answer the door, before it be knockin on the next hoochies door. So anyway a few days later I decide to text him, and he texts back...immediately as if he had been waiting on me to speak the whole time. lol we make plans, and he tells me he wants to take me to this fancy restaurant and whatnot...im not really too impressed. I mean who hasnt dined at a fancy spot where the waiters wear crisp white shirts and corny ties? If you havent then you basically are a broke ass bitch with no chance in life. Anyway...back to the story. So the day of the "date" he calls me a few hours before to remind me, & get my address. Of course me being the smart girl that I am, gave him the address of the house up the street and around the corner from me. Thats the last thing I need is some crazy stalker. He picks me up on time and all of that...as im about to order he kinda makes a funny gesture. Something he didnt want me to catch...but I did. Hmm. (made a mental note of it) & continued to order. Our food was delicious, im sitting there full as shit, and the waitress drops the check on the table. I catch him hesitate, then pick up the check. We're at the front payin the bill and the cashier informs him the credit card he was paying with was declined. He pulls out another card & that one was declined as well. He begins to get frustrated and complains about "not having any cash" blah blah blah. Next thing I know im getting pissed off because I feel this is all leading to me having to pay this stupid 60$ check...FUCK THAT...i aint payin for shit. I look at him arms folded and stick my neck out with plenty of attitude. "Tuuuh...so now you aint got the money nshit huh?" Whatever else he said after that went in one ear and straight the fuck out the other. I grab my purse from the counter start toward the door and chuckle... "you got me fucked up" Whatever else happend after that...i dont know and I dont care. But he musta been out his rabbit ass mind if he thought I was about to pay for his full stomach & mines. Psssh...I shoulda kicked him in the damn stomach & made him throw up that 20$ steak. Dumb FUCK. And this is why I dont go on dates. Yall niggas think you slick. mm mm...you not finna play me...cause I will walk right out and leave your dumb ass standin there STUCK. The END. =)