Monday, February 21, 2011

Green is not your color...

A few days ago I got into this heated discussion with my ex-boyfriend. (I haven’t written about him on my blog yet, because the truth is, I have A LOT to say.) During this discussion we argued about the idea of a guy and a girl being in an open relationship, and the guy allowing the girl to go out with other men and allowing those men to pay for her dinners or movies. My ex and I got into an argument because he made the statement “i just think its sad that a dude cant even perform the most basic task of acting as a provider and that he's so pathetic as to let other guys take you out” (copied and pasted directly from the instant message convo we had). I, of course, took the time out of my morning to put my ex in his place since he has no idea of the situation. This is also not the only time that he has made a comment on this relationship. One Valentine’s Day he commented on a status of mine that read “I just got the best Valentine’s gift ever.” His response was “I have a hard time believing you got the best gift ever. I pride myself on Valentine’s Day and I give the best gifts.”

This is not the first time I’ve had to listen to comments from him about how much he doubts the person I am currently with. I am wondering why he seems to feel the need to make these constant remarks. We have not been together in over a year. In fact, he chose to sleep around with other women while still telling me he loved me. Although I did not like the fact that he was doing this, I never once said a bad thing about these women, especially since one of them knew he was not only still in love with me, but also still living with me. However, I find it hilarious that he has taken the time out of his day to speak ill of any man that I find interest in. Excuse me sir, but I do believe that you are a bit jealous or a bit protective over something that is NO LONGER YOURS. Of course I told him it seems as though he is bitter or jealous and he is no longer speaking to me. I don’t blame him. He told me how I felt and I told him how I felt. The difference is, I was justified in letting him know that he was completely out of line. You stopped loving me. You don’t want to be with me. Don’t comment on the people I’m with. Love, City.


I'm Hungry...

I have to take a moment to address something very important. Women complain about it, but men complain even more. No, you dirty people. I am NOT talking about that. I’m talking about splitting the difference…paying the bill…not being cheap. I’ve wanted to write this entry for some time now. I have been avoiding it because I have been having “discussions” with someone about just how important this is to certain women.
Not too long ago, a friend of mine posted a status complaining about the fact that women want men to buy them a meal before the man even gets anywhere near having sex with them. I felt as though he should not have been complaining. If you want a girl to put out very easily, then you are looking for a hoe, not a nice girl that you can enjoy your time with. If that is the case, then you should go find someone on the street and pull her clothes off right there on the corner.

I would like to explain why this is the case though. I would like men to understand why women insist on getting a dinner before letting you “get in dem drawers.” For men of the stereotype, it is very important to be a player. Some men often think of themselves as being able to get any girl that comes along. If men can play this game, then why can’t women. We know what you want. If you really want it, the least you’ll do is at least buy us a decent meal. If a man is willing to use your body for his sexual pleasures then you should be able to use him for a decent meal.

Five things that women should not put out so easily for:
1) Movie.
2) Mcdonald’s or any other fast food joint.
3) Bowling/Pool.
4) One drink at the bar.
5) Candy.

If a man is willing to use your body for his sexual pleasures then you should be able to use him for a decent meal.


Forgive, but never forget.

My friends don’t understand how I could let you back in my life…
They all know just how much you hurt me. You told me that I was way more than the other girls you waste your time on. While I always knew deep down that there was nothing serious between us, I always expected us to have a great friendship. I think you have become a horrible friend over the years. Years ago I would have told you my most private thoughts…now I’d barely tell you the things I tell friends of friends.

So why did I let you back into my life?

I told my friends that there comes a point in your life when you realize that you need to suck it up and stop being bitter. If things don’t work out, just move on with your life. That’s why I believe in forgive, but never forget.


Cock Fight!

One thing that men try to take a great deal of pride in is the size of their penises. If a man can do nothing else right, he feels as though he can make up for it by having a large penis. What comes along with this is the need to feel as though he has the biggest one that any girl has ever seen. However, many men forget that there are often bigger penises than their own and the possibility of a woman seeing one bigger than his is a lot higher than he thinks….especially with a woman who is experienced. Therefore, I would like to pose this question: why do men always ask if a woman has seen a penis bigger than his?

I believe that if a man is confident in the size of his “manhood,” then he should be very sure of himself and NOT have to question whether there are any bigger than his. Not to mention, A LOT of men who are well-endowed, don’t know what to do with their extra parts. They believe that because they have the size, it means they can do half of the work. This is not true at all. In fact, this means that you should be doing double the amount of work. Because you are bigger we are expecting the sex to be life-changing. If it is not, then we will find a way to turn things around so that other women will never touch you again. Just wanted to let you know….


Friday, February 18, 2011

My D*ck...

Mickey Avalon- My Dick

I would like you all to listen to this song and pay attention to the lyrics. This leads into my next blog I will be posting. Enjoy...


Wednesday, February 16, 2011

What about that?!?!

"What about the times you hit my face? What about the times you kept on when I said no more please? What about those things? What about that? What about that? What about the times you shamed me? What about the times you said you didn’t f*ck her, she only gave you head? What about that? What about that?"

Janet Jackson- What About


I'd make you call out my name

If I was your girl, I'm sure there are a lot of things I'd do...

Janet Jackson- If


Give it to me baby like...

Rihanna- Rude Boy


Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Dream a little dream of me....

I dreamt about him last night. That was interesting to me since I barely think about him lately. The dream wasn’t every interesting at all though. I remember him leading me into a room and proceeding to touch me. I didn’t mind it at all. I loved the way he touched me because he was the only person that knew how to do it and I felt completely comfortable. I don’t know why I dreamt of him though. He hadn’t been on my mind at all…not even this past week or two. I probably think about him once a month at the most…unless he contacts me. I hold no personal grudges against him any longer. I know he hurt me, but I also know he’ll get what he deserves. Karma is a bitch and we happen to be the best of friends. I no longer care for him though, not the way I used to. I think that sucks for him though. Yeah, I know his bromance will be there for him, but he’ll never have a real woman to stand by him and make him feel better. This is because he refuses to allow a real woman to care for him. He’d prefer to sleep around with every slut that passes by. I don’t judge him for that though. Some men just prefer to sleep around rather than be with a good woman. Sometimes I do sit here and wonder though, does he really just how much of a good thing he lost….?