So, I went out with "Empire"(refer to my last blog post about my tall admirer). Surprisingly enough, he wasn't so bad. Real sexy, Idris Elba looking ass nigga. He was a little older than any of my past lovers, has a 9-5, owns a house, no kids and no girlfriend. And best of all, he is a real sarcastic asshole, much like myself. Oh yea, and he wasn't looking to get anything too serious since he recently got hurt by his last girlfriend and because he is very busy with work. Cha Ching! I love when a dude is on the same page as me. We hit it off real quick. Well, I think it was more about the whole challenge thing. We kept trying to outasshole eachother on our first date. I can say some rude and obnoxious shit, so when a dude can roll with the punches, that shit is real sexy. After wining and dining me, by the third date, things were going real good.
But that bliss was shortlived. After a couple of dates, this dude started crumbling. I could see it as it was happening, kinda like a glacier melting. A few rounds with the champ and his priorities got rearranged. I'll let him hang around for a month or so though, he gives me a ride home whenever I'm out(even if I'm like 50 miles away) AND he gives a bomb ass back massage. And what's funny is he was the one boasting about turning me out. "You're still young," he said. "I don't want to have you dick whipped". Dick whipped my ass, now look who's walking around all goo goo eyed. He even got a picture of me in his wallet in the spot his drivers license shud be. Cornball ass nigga! :: Sigh :: When will he learn, nobody can be as insensitive and emotionally detached as me, nobody. Lol. Although he seems to be secure, commanding and in control, once a top shotta comes his way, suddenly his busy work schedule and negative experiences don't matter one bit.
Another one bites the dust.