My time on Twitter is spent communicating with individuals and characters all across the country. I like seeing what people have to say and where their views are. I got into blogging because I did not think that Twitter was always the appropriate place to express views. I decided to create my blogspot to really get my views out there and see what I can learn from other people. If you are a buddy of mine on Yahoo or AIM and if you follow me on Twitter and Blogspot, I look for feedback, even if it is about my punctuality. Most of the time, I am so busy trying to get my thoughts out that I am so happy to get it out of my head, I forget to proofread and that I hold my accountable for. When a person makes indirect comments towards me specifically on Twitter knowing that I follow them, one should expect me to be annoyed. If you are more than willing to talk provocative to me on my Twitter DMs or on Yahoo, instead of making shady comments why wouldn't you be able to address me like the grown person you are. The problem is not every single person is grown. There are still people who are in their mid 20's and even 30's that are still stuck in a high school way of dealing with people. I urge you that though my writing may not be that of a scholar but I do seek professional feedback all the time. It is my opinion that if you can talk naughty to me in private then you should be able to talk to me in a more formal manner as well. If there is a problem with that simply let me know, it is absolutely no shade at all.
Thank you.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
The Bed I Made (Part III)
It was a Saturday night, Robbie and I had just came in from a media industry party completely drunk. We came home on a limo that was rented by his company. The industry party was actually the afterparty to the Media Emmys that year. Robbie did not win any of the awards he was nominated for and I was a guest of another CNN political analyst. I got a chance to meet some of my favourite news reporters Larry King, Anderson Cooper both of CNN and a few others. I remember that day also meet T.J. Holmes and he gave me some great advice that night on how to stay alive in the news organization. Robbie and I had been seeing each other casually for several months now but something about this night we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We would catch feels as the night went on and find ways to escape the crowds to catch a quick kiss, its amazing we didn't get caught by one of our colleagues.
He wore Burberry Classic and I wore Armani Code. He wore a classic black tux, I wore a classic snow white tux outfit without a blazer but with a matching white vest just to be different and stand out. You would think we were coming in from our wedding day but we were just ecstatic to be in each others presence lusting in each others arms, kissing, hugging and touching. One by one peices of our clothing came off until there was just him and I left in our bare nakedness. Robbie picked me from the back of my thighs and my body easily just reciprocated by wrapping my legs around his waist, my arms wrapped around his shoulders and his lips kissing and stroking my neck. He carried me over to the bed where he began to make love to my body. My body wanted him, My body was thirsty for him. His body needed me. By this point, his clean cut 8.5 inch thick dick had already knew its around throw the grips of my tight ass. I laid at the edge of the bed with my legs spread eagle position to the side as he attempted to go in there was a bit of a fight. So he pulled and decided to taste me, lick me, eat me, wet me though as if I was his tasty desert, this bringing moans out of my mouth, tears out of my eyes and sweat from my pores. I always love when he does that, I would open my eyes every now and then and look down just to see his face buried directly under my balls, my dick laying perfectly erect and flat against my abs. He got up from pleasuring the lips of my ass to now fuck the lips of my ass. Anytime I'm getting fucked by him, I never remember the entry being painful at all but more pleasureful for my soul. My toes always curl and my body always tenses and all it takes is a gently kiss from him on my body to make me loosen up. I never enjoyed being the bottom but for him, it came all too easy and oh so natural. He wrapped my legs around his waist, scooped me up once again and sat the two of us at the edge of the bed, this time with me riding his lap. He knew this was one of my favourite positions. My lips kissed his as if his lips were a drink of a water. Our bodies were lubricated with sweat. He pressed his hands on my shoulders and I began to grab at the middle of his back. The intensity quickly built as he bit my neck to try not to scream. I couldn't take the pressure building up in my body which was too, all I remember was I shot streams of cum all over his stomach which in that same second he bust as well. He collapsed on the bed and I went down with him, heavily breathing and at a loss for words. For quite a few minutes neither one of us said anything and were too lazy to get up and clean ourselves off. We eventually got up and showered later that night.
The next morning, I woke up with my face on his bare chest. I had an idea of what love is, but the months that we were together I began to ask myself "Am I finally in love"? I fell back asleep on to Robbie's lifeless body feeling blessed that he doesn't snore. We were both awaken by a gasp and a heavy duffle bag being dropped and the heartbroken face of Lynette Michelle Saunders, Roberts on again off again girlfriend.
"Sir this is the last stop" The female conductor said
"Huh?"
"Last stop, World Trade Center, no passengers"
"Oh...I'm sorry thank you"
"Uh huh"
The female conductor was a friendly pale caucasian woman with fire red hair and freckles across her nose and cheeks.
"Baby you were in a zone!"
"You don't know the half of it" I replied
"Have a good one hun"
"You too"
Moments like those made me remember that yes indeed there are still good people left in all of New York City.
Later than afternoon, Darius met me in my Brooklyn Heights neighborhood for an early afternoon lunch and cocktails at one of our favourite places called One Front Street a few blocks away from my apartment. They have the best sangria ever. Darius was wearing a horizonatal black and white striped double breasted long cardigan and pair of skinny black jeans and black leather shoes that looks like he took a page out of British Mens Vogue. The minute I sat down, I received a text message from Robbie "Hey I'm so sorry about earlier. Lynette and I are getting a divorce and it hasn't been finalized. Please call me so I can explain better"
"Who was that? you look pissed and sounded pissed earlier" Darius said sipping on his red sangria
"That was Robbie" I said looking down
"Robbie from the other night, like knocking down walls Robbie?"
"He knocked your walls down, not mine boo"
"You had him first so technically he did knock your walls down...a few times"
"Don't do me bitch, keep in mind that he was mine first"
"It's not about who had him first gurr, it's about who made him bust last unless..."
"No Darius, we didn't have sex last night. We could've had sex this morning"
"But what happened?" Darius said.
"His ex wife shows up"
I looked away from Darius and out the window looking at the traffic going down into Cadman Plaza.
"Why did he get married to her?" Darius asked
"Because her catching us gave her leverage to force him into marrying her"
"Ewww but what woman would knowingly want a bisexual man"
"She doesn't want him at least not like she used to, she wants his earnings. He is the highest paid sportscaster in the industry. How much are you willing to bet that they don't even have a pre-nup. He told me he was going to break up with her that last night he messed, then she walked in and it was all over. She threatened to take down my career as well"
"Man that sucks. I wish there was something I can do Marlon"
"I wish there was something I can do"
"Well, you can start by cutting off Robbie again, he's no good for you right now"
"I know"
After Darius and I finished our full pitcher of sangria. I decided to run home to shower and change. I thought maybe it was time for a spa day for myself. I thought a facial, manicure, pedicure and a massage would really help me think about what I need to do next. I went to my building on Columbia in the Brooklyn Heights section to find something comfortable to wear and I figured since it was a nice day, I should keep it simple. Some nice basic dark denim jeans and a basic black button down and some Alexander McQuen puma sneakers. I figured if I'm going to get this pretty, I might something to get into later on in the evening.
I took the A train from High Street to Times Square where I walked a few blocks to the 44th street and Broadway intersection at the M spa. I ordered the "Face & Body" package. Like your typical high end spa, it was empty. In this economy, you don't even see your usual Stepford wife roll in. I began reading a People magazine while sitting in a comfortable plush chair made out of what I want to say is fur and a familiar female figure wearing all black and wearing Dolce & Gabbana shades, rocking a short hair do and peep toe Loubotins. It was Lynette.
"We have to stop running into each other like this" Lynette said
"I'm convinced you're following me" I said with an even face stare
"Oh don't flatter yourself"
"I don't need to flatter myself, that's already been taken care of"
"How dare you"
"How dare I what, Lynette? How dare I fall in love with a man that you were in love with who in return didn't love you who in fact used you as a media prop? How dare I begin seeing a man that fell for me and not fell for you because he was too busy digging into me? How dare I try to stand by the man that I love while he gets blackmailed by a woman that he totally dispises who doesn't even love herself enough to find a man that is properly suited for her but instead is so busy trying to have something that was never hers in the first place. Yes Lynette, how dare I."
An asian female esthetician dressed in all white came from the back to greet me
"Mister Fisher, your spa bed is ready" she said with a beautiful bright white smile.
The next day in the late afternoon in my usual work attire of a blazer, white button down, yellow Sean John tie and black slacks and black leather shoes, I went to G Lounge in Chelsea to have more than I can handle drinks and threw myself into a cab back to my apartment in Brooklyn Heights. I walk into the lobby of my building, I am startled by a familiar voice calling my name. It was Robbie. Robbie was wearing a thin black leather jacket, a plain white T shirt, dark denim jeans and some white nike uptowns.
"Hey" he said in a low voice
I turn around and press the button to the elevator to reach my top floor
"So you're not talking to me now"
"You have two options, we can either talk about this upstairs or we can talk about this never because I don't feel comfortable talking about this in the lobby"
"Ok I can handle that"
I have to admit, I was definetely giving Robbie attitude. I was just just annoyed by the idea of having to go through the same situation with Robbie and Lynette all over again, years later after the first time it happened. We barely said anything to each other the whole elevator ride up. Nothing was said when I turned the key to my door to walk into the apartment. We walked in and instead of walking to the living room, he sat on a stool that is situated at the bar next to the kitchen.
"You want anything to drink" I asked Robbie
"No thanks"
"So what do you want to talk about Robbie?"
"Well I'm going to get to the point Marlon. Lynette signed the divorce papers finally"
He pulled an envelope out of his jacket and rested it on the bar. I was quite suprised by this bit of news, given how hard Lynette worked to trap him and how much Robbie used her to cover up his own homosexuality.
"She said she won't blow my cover"
"And you believe her"
"She said after speaking with you and then speaking with Darius & Maurice"
"Wait...Darius and Maurice? what do they have to do with anything?"
"Wait, Darius didn't tell you?"
"I spoke to Darius yesterday for lunch and how does Maurice fit into this"
"Well I guess it's appropriate to tell you that Maurice is my nephew. I've let Maurice stay with me while he finds work in the states because he wants to move here from The Bahamas. Him and Lynette had something going on."
"How do you know this?"
I began to pour myself a glass of Moscato I had chilling at the bottom of the refrigerator.
"Maurice has a video of them on her phone" Robbie said "And not that I care but Maurice had been hiding this from me for quite some time. He was scared to say anything but was not aware of the circumstances on how Lynette and I got married. Him and Darius began talking to each other shortly after the foursome, I guess they're trying to see whats up with each other and Maurice told him about the video and Maurice threatened to upload the video on xtube and distribute it if she even thought about leaking any photographs of you and I"
"Wow" I said sipping on my drink
"Yeah wow"
"So what now?"
"I don't know homie, you tell me. You and me, is now in your hands"
He wore Burberry Classic and I wore Armani Code. He wore a classic black tux, I wore a classic snow white tux outfit without a blazer but with a matching white vest just to be different and stand out. You would think we were coming in from our wedding day but we were just ecstatic to be in each others presence lusting in each others arms, kissing, hugging and touching. One by one peices of our clothing came off until there was just him and I left in our bare nakedness. Robbie picked me from the back of my thighs and my body easily just reciprocated by wrapping my legs around his waist, my arms wrapped around his shoulders and his lips kissing and stroking my neck. He carried me over to the bed where he began to make love to my body. My body wanted him, My body was thirsty for him. His body needed me. By this point, his clean cut 8.5 inch thick dick had already knew its around throw the grips of my tight ass. I laid at the edge of the bed with my legs spread eagle position to the side as he attempted to go in there was a bit of a fight. So he pulled and decided to taste me, lick me, eat me, wet me though as if I was his tasty desert, this bringing moans out of my mouth, tears out of my eyes and sweat from my pores. I always love when he does that, I would open my eyes every now and then and look down just to see his face buried directly under my balls, my dick laying perfectly erect and flat against my abs. He got up from pleasuring the lips of my ass to now fuck the lips of my ass. Anytime I'm getting fucked by him, I never remember the entry being painful at all but more pleasureful for my soul. My toes always curl and my body always tenses and all it takes is a gently kiss from him on my body to make me loosen up. I never enjoyed being the bottom but for him, it came all too easy and oh so natural. He wrapped my legs around his waist, scooped me up once again and sat the two of us at the edge of the bed, this time with me riding his lap. He knew this was one of my favourite positions. My lips kissed his as if his lips were a drink of a water. Our bodies were lubricated with sweat. He pressed his hands on my shoulders and I began to grab at the middle of his back. The intensity quickly built as he bit my neck to try not to scream. I couldn't take the pressure building up in my body which was too, all I remember was I shot streams of cum all over his stomach which in that same second he bust as well. He collapsed on the bed and I went down with him, heavily breathing and at a loss for words. For quite a few minutes neither one of us said anything and were too lazy to get up and clean ourselves off. We eventually got up and showered later that night.
The next morning, I woke up with my face on his bare chest. I had an idea of what love is, but the months that we were together I began to ask myself "Am I finally in love"? I fell back asleep on to Robbie's lifeless body feeling blessed that he doesn't snore. We were both awaken by a gasp and a heavy duffle bag being dropped and the heartbroken face of Lynette Michelle Saunders, Roberts on again off again girlfriend.
"Sir this is the last stop" The female conductor said
"Huh?"
"Last stop, World Trade Center, no passengers"
"Oh...I'm sorry thank you"
"Uh huh"
The female conductor was a friendly pale caucasian woman with fire red hair and freckles across her nose and cheeks.
"Baby you were in a zone!"
"You don't know the half of it" I replied
"Have a good one hun"
"You too"
Moments like those made me remember that yes indeed there are still good people left in all of New York City.
Later than afternoon, Darius met me in my Brooklyn Heights neighborhood for an early afternoon lunch and cocktails at one of our favourite places called One Front Street a few blocks away from my apartment. They have the best sangria ever. Darius was wearing a horizonatal black and white striped double breasted long cardigan and pair of skinny black jeans and black leather shoes that looks like he took a page out of British Mens Vogue. The minute I sat down, I received a text message from Robbie "Hey I'm so sorry about earlier. Lynette and I are getting a divorce and it hasn't been finalized. Please call me so I can explain better"
"Who was that? you look pissed and sounded pissed earlier" Darius said sipping on his red sangria
"That was Robbie" I said looking down
"Robbie from the other night, like knocking down walls Robbie?"
"He knocked your walls down, not mine boo"
"You had him first so technically he did knock your walls down...a few times"
"Don't do me bitch, keep in mind that he was mine first"
"It's not about who had him first gurr, it's about who made him bust last unless..."
"No Darius, we didn't have sex last night. We could've had sex this morning"
"But what happened?" Darius said.
"His ex wife shows up"
I looked away from Darius and out the window looking at the traffic going down into Cadman Plaza.
"Why did he get married to her?" Darius asked
"Because her catching us gave her leverage to force him into marrying her"
"Ewww but what woman would knowingly want a bisexual man"
"She doesn't want him at least not like she used to, she wants his earnings. He is the highest paid sportscaster in the industry. How much are you willing to bet that they don't even have a pre-nup. He told me he was going to break up with her that last night he messed, then she walked in and it was all over. She threatened to take down my career as well"
"Man that sucks. I wish there was something I can do Marlon"
"I wish there was something I can do"
"Well, you can start by cutting off Robbie again, he's no good for you right now"
"I know"
After Darius and I finished our full pitcher of sangria. I decided to run home to shower and change. I thought maybe it was time for a spa day for myself. I thought a facial, manicure, pedicure and a massage would really help me think about what I need to do next. I went to my building on Columbia in the Brooklyn Heights section to find something comfortable to wear and I figured since it was a nice day, I should keep it simple. Some nice basic dark denim jeans and a basic black button down and some Alexander McQuen puma sneakers. I figured if I'm going to get this pretty, I might something to get into later on in the evening.
I took the A train from High Street to Times Square where I walked a few blocks to the 44th street and Broadway intersection at the M spa. I ordered the "Face & Body" package. Like your typical high end spa, it was empty. In this economy, you don't even see your usual Stepford wife roll in. I began reading a People magazine while sitting in a comfortable plush chair made out of what I want to say is fur and a familiar female figure wearing all black and wearing Dolce & Gabbana shades, rocking a short hair do and peep toe Loubotins. It was Lynette.
"We have to stop running into each other like this" Lynette said
"I'm convinced you're following me" I said with an even face stare
"Oh don't flatter yourself"
"I don't need to flatter myself, that's already been taken care of"
"How dare you"
"How dare I what, Lynette? How dare I fall in love with a man that you were in love with who in return didn't love you who in fact used you as a media prop? How dare I begin seeing a man that fell for me and not fell for you because he was too busy digging into me? How dare I try to stand by the man that I love while he gets blackmailed by a woman that he totally dispises who doesn't even love herself enough to find a man that is properly suited for her but instead is so busy trying to have something that was never hers in the first place. Yes Lynette, how dare I."
An asian female esthetician dressed in all white came from the back to greet me
"Mister Fisher, your spa bed is ready" she said with a beautiful bright white smile.
The next day in the late afternoon in my usual work attire of a blazer, white button down, yellow Sean John tie and black slacks and black leather shoes, I went to G Lounge in Chelsea to have more than I can handle drinks and threw myself into a cab back to my apartment in Brooklyn Heights. I walk into the lobby of my building, I am startled by a familiar voice calling my name. It was Robbie. Robbie was wearing a thin black leather jacket, a plain white T shirt, dark denim jeans and some white nike uptowns.
"Hey" he said in a low voice
I turn around and press the button to the elevator to reach my top floor
"So you're not talking to me now"
"You have two options, we can either talk about this upstairs or we can talk about this never because I don't feel comfortable talking about this in the lobby"
"Ok I can handle that"
I have to admit, I was definetely giving Robbie attitude. I was just just annoyed by the idea of having to go through the same situation with Robbie and Lynette all over again, years later after the first time it happened. We barely said anything to each other the whole elevator ride up. Nothing was said when I turned the key to my door to walk into the apartment. We walked in and instead of walking to the living room, he sat on a stool that is situated at the bar next to the kitchen.
"You want anything to drink" I asked Robbie
"No thanks"
"So what do you want to talk about Robbie?"
"Well I'm going to get to the point Marlon. Lynette signed the divorce papers finally"
He pulled an envelope out of his jacket and rested it on the bar. I was quite suprised by this bit of news, given how hard Lynette worked to trap him and how much Robbie used her to cover up his own homosexuality.
"She said she won't blow my cover"
"And you believe her"
"She said after speaking with you and then speaking with Darius & Maurice"
"Wait...Darius and Maurice? what do they have to do with anything?"
"Wait, Darius didn't tell you?"
"I spoke to Darius yesterday for lunch and how does Maurice fit into this"
"Well I guess it's appropriate to tell you that Maurice is my nephew. I've let Maurice stay with me while he finds work in the states because he wants to move here from The Bahamas. Him and Lynette had something going on."
"How do you know this?"
I began to pour myself a glass of Moscato I had chilling at the bottom of the refrigerator.
"Maurice has a video of them on her phone" Robbie said "And not that I care but Maurice had been hiding this from me for quite some time. He was scared to say anything but was not aware of the circumstances on how Lynette and I got married. Him and Darius began talking to each other shortly after the foursome, I guess they're trying to see whats up with each other and Maurice told him about the video and Maurice threatened to upload the video on xtube and distribute it if she even thought about leaking any photographs of you and I"
"Wow" I said sipping on my drink
"Yeah wow"
"So what now?"
"I don't know homie, you tell me. You and me, is now in your hands"
Go Away Gold Digger
We all know them, we all see them, We all hear them and some of us have friends that are them. I am talking about the infamous Gold Digger. Let's be clear on this, Gold Diggers can be either male or female. They are still either or problematic. They seek out the attention of someone who they think can make their lives a lot more comfortable. Gold Diggers look to gain a night out on the town at expensive restuarants, rides in fancy cars, expensive clothing and jewelry and it has very little do with your looks, trust me. When you don't spot a Gold Digger in time, you usually walk around feeling like you should be walking around with a dunce cap on.
I had a friend who drove a nice car, went to school and made great money as a medical professional but had an extremely hard time meeting nice guys and I have to give a great deal of credit, he constantly put himself out there, he refused to get knocked by New York City's dating scene but he did get his fair share of bad apples in the Big (sometimes rotten) apple. I gave him some good sound advice that he waited eons to take but it eventually found him a good solid boyfriend for a year and some change.
My advice to him was to leave the car home and take the train to the date. So arrogant and so pigheaded, he on many occassions refused to listen. I would always ask how did his dates go and he would reply that they were really nice and they had a great time. He rarely told me that he had a good time, which signals to me, the date sucked. Well, it couldn't suck that bad he got some good butt out of it each time and the term "good butt" is subjective these days (right?). Furthermore, I couldn't understand why he would pay for the date. I understand the notion of being a good date and being a gentleman but putting your all into something that only gave you two nights of your time isn't going to secure SQUAT! You have to level out the playing field otherwise you will continue to remain duped.
So he finally left the car in the garage and met a date via train, they decided to go someplace a little less chic but wasn't low budget and something developed from there. Something happened in that situation. What happened was he met someone that saw him for who he was first and not what he had. It was until later that my friends date learned that he had a car and had a pretty good job. I asked him how did he react to learned that he drove the kind of caar that he drove and he said he was very nonchalant about it.
A Gold Digger in the situations above would have requested a pricey place to eat and when seeing the car would have made comments about either the condition of the car or the type of car it is. One thing about Gold Diggers is that they make it known what they want and what they are after.
So hopefully you're following, leave the car at home if you live in a city with mass transit or park the car somewhere in the area and and act as if you took mass transit. Also you be the one to recommend where to eat, if can mid-range price but have a nice atmosphere. If they don't like the joint because it's not fancy enough. They'll let you know and thats the end of that date.
Summer time is the best time to scout out a gold diggin hoe. The weather is much nicer so it allows alot more outdoor fun and of course, everyone loves to wear less clothing. If you are concerned with not putting too much cash into the dating experience of someone who may be just in it for what you got. Do simpler things, first of all New York City has Central Park, Atlanta has Piedmont Park, Chicago has Grant Park, Miami has South Beach and so on. The point is do a picnic, it's romantic it's within a certain budget and you also get alone. Gold Diggers look at this as not "fancy" enough so they get bored and move on to the next sponsor. Also try walks in the park or along the riverfront during the sunset. A genuine person sees this as romantic, Gold Diggers look at this as a big waste of time.
Finally Winter time comes around and it's a bit cold outside. Offer to cook. There is nothing more cool than someone who is willing to whip up complemented by a sexy glass of red wine. It's again affordable yet it says "I'm interested".
Theres are just small tidbits that discourage gold diggin ass hoes from coming into your life and trying to fuck up shit.
I hope you enjoyed my blog and please comment, you know I love those.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Legally Superficially Gay?
Is the recession an excuse used by people who don't have to use as their pity story or is the recession used as an excuse for some to look down on those down on their luck. Unfortunately, it's a little bit of both. Anyone with eyes and ears know that there is nothing more brutal than being a gay minority anywhere, well try being a single gay minority in a large city with 14% unemployment while the national average is only 9.8%. Any amount of persons looking for work that is subjected to unemployment is way too many people.
After I became unemployed several days after my birthday, I already knew what my plan was going to be and that was go back to school and sharpen my craft in the field. This move would eventually push me from making $25,000 to close to $47,000 and yes these are actual numbers. It's amazing what a little bit of education can do for a brother in this economy. Just because I had the luxury of going back to school and I had a decent sized savings account doesn't mean that I was "Scott Free". I had to learn how to be conservative with my money and make some lifestyle changes that would affect my relationships with other people. At one point I use to want to be a part of "The Joneses", however my grandmother at Age 74 with a fistful of wisdom told me "Never be concerned with the Joneses and don't allow yourself to want to be The Joneses" ya hear that NeNe Leakes? Her explanation was that "The Joneses" are some of the fakest people around and they wish you no good. "The Joneses" are the people that keep the pot stirring with a small spoon which essentially mean that they have nothing to bring flavour to the recipe but want to find their way there anyway.
As school came to a close, I noticed my savings account started getting lower and lower. I hid alot of this from my friends and family because I really did want to encourage people if they could go back to school however what I didn't want to do was scare anybody from going to school by having them see that I was kinda struggling. I remember everyone being so supportive of me getting my certification and it was first time back in school since 2002. What I didn't realize is that my financial downfall may lead to the subject of scrutiny.
Through a conversation I had on twitter with three employed men of color. There was a comment of "I am tired of people using the recession as an excuse" after a comment was made about wanting a man with a car, a house, a fat bank account. You sorta wonder with people continuing to lose their jobs and homes daily do you also want a golden parachute as well? For those people who have that, it is truly a blessing but not many people have that because they mismanaged their funds continuously as the "financial party" continued throughout most of Former President Bush 43 presidency. There was a comment also made that "The recession only affects bankers and people that were irresponsible with their money". This is also untrue. While I can't speak for the home owners who bought homes that they feel they were "tricked into believing they can afford the CNN coined term "McMansions", I can speak for the people that played by the rules and were conservative with their funds when they knew they couldn't play with the big boys that No one should pay for someone elses irresponsibility. The financial meltdown that occurred nearly 8 weeks before we elected President Barack Obama spiraled into all industries as government, media and medical jobs continued to grow.
I began to dive deeper and find out what does this mean for an average guy who though may not have the car, the fancy house and the fat bank account. Does this make it right for people do have stability to discriminate against me? While I say that it does happen because I do know writing about this, I will definetely be the subject of scrutiny by "shady queens" who revel in other peoples misfortunes. I think it spotlights the superficial behaviour that has always underlined the gay community, particularly the minority community.
We have become a culture that instead of saving which we have been famously known for and been the envy of other communities, we have become big spenders like our heterosexual counterparts. Everyone want to pop bottles, drive fancy cars and live in apartments however living in apartment that don't even at least Baking Soda in the fridge. That has become the New York City gay way of living. Everything is a show.
With that being said What about whats going on inside of a persons mind as opposed to what is going on inside of a persons wallet? A person who is looking for what a person has is no different that than the Gold Digger that scouts out rich or well off men and women to help make themselves feel a bit more stable. Those two individuals whether employed or not employed are both reaching for the same goals, it's how they get there that makes the difference.
I made this point and I stand by this point, that anyone who is currently employed need to count their blessing because anyone is vulnerable and subject to being extremely humbled by not being able to find work and maintain a particular lifestyle. As I've learned throughout this year, friends see money friends stay but if friends see money go, they go and they go in the other direction, nowhere to be found when you really need them. In saying this I was not looking for pity by anyone because I know the meaning of earning a dollar instead of making a dollar, there is a difference. I also didn't want anyone to give me a hand out because I don't take hand outs. My grandmother worked all the way into her 60's to provide a better retirement account for herself and every day that she could get up and put her feet on the ground and take the A train from her Broadway Junction train station to Far Rockaway and then take the Q22 bus out to Laurelton, Long Island to a job that she worked 6 days a week taught me the meaning of hard work. However, the opportunist and the person that is a little down on their luck are not the same two people.
I understand the point of being weary of superficial men and even women out there that is more concerned with your pockets more so than getting to know who you are and possibly building something that is true and genuine however, fighting fire with fire by becoming that same person just with a better job doesn't quite keep those people away from you either, it makes them superficial but it lowers you by making you look shallow, another stereotype that plagues our community. It's a round and round circle that keeps us from getting to know each other becuase you have a part of the population that has their guard up now and a part of the population seeking friendship, love or afection for right reasons that are getting shafter because of that small part of the population that are up to absolutely no good.
I do know that the job that I will be starting in the next few days, I will be making good money and eventually I will want to get back into the dating scene, not so much the gay party scene because nothing good comes out of that. However, the thought of being looked at based on my income and not on my personality, not on what I can bring to the relationship kinda worries me slightly because I never minded treating, as a matter of fact, I felt myself to be a bit too generous when it came to treating and tipping the waiter (unless they sucked). I want to be looked at for the person that can make you laugh, make you feel good and make you special minus the pricetag on my forehead. I hope this is not what our community becomes in the long run. There are too many very good, quality, attractive men out there for us to simplify ourselves by categorizing incomes.
I do intend on furthering this discussion by showing ways of being able to spot a gold digger who doesn't have much from a genuine person.
In conclusion, I got word Wednesday that I start work on October 23, 2009 and I will be station in Valley Stream, Long Island which is a bit far however there are certain sacrifices a brother is going to have to make in order to be and also remain employed.
I hope you enjoyed my blog and please comment, I like it when people do that *smile*
After I became unemployed several days after my birthday, I already knew what my plan was going to be and that was go back to school and sharpen my craft in the field. This move would eventually push me from making $25,000 to close to $47,000 and yes these are actual numbers. It's amazing what a little bit of education can do for a brother in this economy. Just because I had the luxury of going back to school and I had a decent sized savings account doesn't mean that I was "Scott Free". I had to learn how to be conservative with my money and make some lifestyle changes that would affect my relationships with other people. At one point I use to want to be a part of "The Joneses", however my grandmother at Age 74 with a fistful of wisdom told me "Never be concerned with the Joneses and don't allow yourself to want to be The Joneses" ya hear that NeNe Leakes? Her explanation was that "The Joneses" are some of the fakest people around and they wish you no good. "The Joneses" are the people that keep the pot stirring with a small spoon which essentially mean that they have nothing to bring flavour to the recipe but want to find their way there anyway.
As school came to a close, I noticed my savings account started getting lower and lower. I hid alot of this from my friends and family because I really did want to encourage people if they could go back to school however what I didn't want to do was scare anybody from going to school by having them see that I was kinda struggling. I remember everyone being so supportive of me getting my certification and it was first time back in school since 2002. What I didn't realize is that my financial downfall may lead to the subject of scrutiny.
Through a conversation I had on twitter with three employed men of color. There was a comment of "I am tired of people using the recession as an excuse" after a comment was made about wanting a man with a car, a house, a fat bank account. You sorta wonder with people continuing to lose their jobs and homes daily do you also want a golden parachute as well? For those people who have that, it is truly a blessing but not many people have that because they mismanaged their funds continuously as the "financial party" continued throughout most of Former President Bush 43 presidency. There was a comment also made that "The recession only affects bankers and people that were irresponsible with their money". This is also untrue. While I can't speak for the home owners who bought homes that they feel they were "tricked into believing they can afford the CNN coined term "McMansions", I can speak for the people that played by the rules and were conservative with their funds when they knew they couldn't play with the big boys that No one should pay for someone elses irresponsibility. The financial meltdown that occurred nearly 8 weeks before we elected President Barack Obama spiraled into all industries as government, media and medical jobs continued to grow.
I began to dive deeper and find out what does this mean for an average guy who though may not have the car, the fancy house and the fat bank account. Does this make it right for people do have stability to discriminate against me? While I say that it does happen because I do know writing about this, I will definetely be the subject of scrutiny by "shady queens" who revel in other peoples misfortunes. I think it spotlights the superficial behaviour that has always underlined the gay community, particularly the minority community.
We have become a culture that instead of saving which we have been famously known for and been the envy of other communities, we have become big spenders like our heterosexual counterparts. Everyone want to pop bottles, drive fancy cars and live in apartments however living in apartment that don't even at least Baking Soda in the fridge. That has become the New York City gay way of living. Everything is a show.
With that being said What about whats going on inside of a persons mind as opposed to what is going on inside of a persons wallet? A person who is looking for what a person has is no different that than the Gold Digger that scouts out rich or well off men and women to help make themselves feel a bit more stable. Those two individuals whether employed or not employed are both reaching for the same goals, it's how they get there that makes the difference.
I made this point and I stand by this point, that anyone who is currently employed need to count their blessing because anyone is vulnerable and subject to being extremely humbled by not being able to find work and maintain a particular lifestyle. As I've learned throughout this year, friends see money friends stay but if friends see money go, they go and they go in the other direction, nowhere to be found when you really need them. In saying this I was not looking for pity by anyone because I know the meaning of earning a dollar instead of making a dollar, there is a difference. I also didn't want anyone to give me a hand out because I don't take hand outs. My grandmother worked all the way into her 60's to provide a better retirement account for herself and every day that she could get up and put her feet on the ground and take the A train from her Broadway Junction train station to Far Rockaway and then take the Q22 bus out to Laurelton, Long Island to a job that she worked 6 days a week taught me the meaning of hard work. However, the opportunist and the person that is a little down on their luck are not the same two people.
I understand the point of being weary of superficial men and even women out there that is more concerned with your pockets more so than getting to know who you are and possibly building something that is true and genuine however, fighting fire with fire by becoming that same person just with a better job doesn't quite keep those people away from you either, it makes them superficial but it lowers you by making you look shallow, another stereotype that plagues our community. It's a round and round circle that keeps us from getting to know each other becuase you have a part of the population that has their guard up now and a part of the population seeking friendship, love or afection for right reasons that are getting shafter because of that small part of the population that are up to absolutely no good.
I do know that the job that I will be starting in the next few days, I will be making good money and eventually I will want to get back into the dating scene, not so much the gay party scene because nothing good comes out of that. However, the thought of being looked at based on my income and not on my personality, not on what I can bring to the relationship kinda worries me slightly because I never minded treating, as a matter of fact, I felt myself to be a bit too generous when it came to treating and tipping the waiter (unless they sucked). I want to be looked at for the person that can make you laugh, make you feel good and make you special minus the pricetag on my forehead. I hope this is not what our community becomes in the long run. There are too many very good, quality, attractive men out there for us to simplify ourselves by categorizing incomes.
I do intend on furthering this discussion by showing ways of being able to spot a gold digger who doesn't have much from a genuine person.
In conclusion, I got word Wednesday that I start work on October 23, 2009 and I will be station in Valley Stream, Long Island which is a bit far however there are certain sacrifices a brother is going to have to make in order to be and also remain employed.
I hope you enjoyed my blog and please comment, I like it when people do that *smile*
Social Cleansing
As much as we make fun of Tyler Perry's Madea role. Madea has on many occassions recited a quote that I used to hear my maternal grandmother say all the time, "Some people come into your life for a lifetime and some for a season". In the new era of Facebook, Twitter and Myspace and even some iPhone applications like Loopt and Blackberry applications like Ping, we are allowed to hold on to people and hold on to things that can potentially hold us back from meeting new and exciting people and experience adventurous things. I will say even though we are able to keep track of all of our "friends", we have not found a great way to keep track of 1) our friends birthdays 2) our friends favourite things 3) Important dates like anniversaries.
Friendship though some are long lasting and others aren't so much, I notice come in rotations in most peoples lives, depending on how social you are. It normally happens at the beginning of each summer and you now have a "cut-up buddy" That person that you hit the streets with, meet their friends and they meet yours and you instantly clique. For girls, you wear each others clothing or borrow each others jewelry. For the guys, we'll get each others tabs or go dutch on certain things likes car rentals and such. Then all of the sudden August and September comes around and things begin to thaw out. You all of the sudden don't hear from that person as frequently. The seasons change and who you hang out with also change. If the frienship you had with that person was something impacted your life, you may feel a bit strong about how come the two of you do not hang out as much. Then comes November and December before Christmas (not implying anything) and you hear from them very little unless you bump into them in the street somewhere. In any essence, that was an associate as my grandmother would say. In my grandmothers days she would have ripped out that persons number out of her phonebook and threw it in the garbage. My grandmother is 74, she has a cellphone but keeps a phonebook. The people that are in her cellphone are her neighbours, the fire department, the precint, Wayside Baptist Church members and her family. When odd numbers pop up, it goes to voicemail.
I have gone through several of what I call God's "social cleansing" out of my life. If they weren't meant to be there for long they would show it in their own actions. By not attempting to reach out. Because we have applications such as Facebook, Twitter, Ping, Loopt, Yahoo Messenger, Google Talk, AIM and so on. Two-way street reaching out has become much easier. If they log on and haven't spoken, let it slide. If you speak to them first and the answers are short are non responsive, then maybe you should re-evaluate what that person is there for. Maybe that person is only good for a good laugh or a kiki when you see them at the bar or the club. There is nothing wrong with that. But in terms of someone to confide in when things are tough and you need someone to talk to, you might want to dig a little deeper. Talk to your family if you can, talk to people that have been with you through thick and thin but also talk to Jesus. If you just give Jesus a little bit of time throughout the day even if it's just to say Thank you Lord, he will see the wrong and he will do what he needs to do to fix it. Jesus can be your best friend when nobody will pick up the phone. He can be your best friend when you don't have a phone to pick up, his spiritual line is always open and I am a true witness to that.
There are different types of social cleansing you can do on your own and there are certain cleansing mechanisms that God does to help you out just a little. Here are some things you can do to kindly and politely make your phonebook and friends list a bit lighter. Start sorting out what you use social networks for and if you have people that don't really speak alot you may want to delete them, reason being quite frankly because they may be there just to be nosy and see what you're doing and what pictures you are uploading. In terms of your phone look through your phone and ask yourself when's the last time you spoke to this person and that person, If you have think a bit too hard then press Delete and keep moving. This is not a blog to be shady about this situation, you have to know when it's time to lighten your load and do right by you because if you don't and God has a plan for you and you do not adhere to that plan, he will put you in a predicament where you have no other choice but to accept them out of your lives, like isolating you from being where they will be or even personally taking a hand in life itself and removing them so you can get to where you need to be. There is no reason why you are doing right and your "friend" isn't and you choose to be their friend anyway meanwhile you are holding yourself back, absolutely not that is not what your life should be about. You need to recognize the game before the game recognizes you and wipes you out.
Being the social person that I am, I have accepted this rotation that people come into my life however not every person that smiles in your face wishes you well and not every single person is meant to be around next year. Friends are like fashion sometimes "One minute you're in, the next minute you're out" and what may look good this year should not be worn next year. It happens, so what you need to concentrate on are those timeless peices that you wouldn't trade for the world.
God Bless and I hope you enjoyed my blog, Please leave comments :) I like those.
Friendship though some are long lasting and others aren't so much, I notice come in rotations in most peoples lives, depending on how social you are. It normally happens at the beginning of each summer and you now have a "cut-up buddy" That person that you hit the streets with, meet their friends and they meet yours and you instantly clique. For girls, you wear each others clothing or borrow each others jewelry. For the guys, we'll get each others tabs or go dutch on certain things likes car rentals and such. Then all of the sudden August and September comes around and things begin to thaw out. You all of the sudden don't hear from that person as frequently. The seasons change and who you hang out with also change. If the frienship you had with that person was something impacted your life, you may feel a bit strong about how come the two of you do not hang out as much. Then comes November and December before Christmas (not implying anything) and you hear from them very little unless you bump into them in the street somewhere. In any essence, that was an associate as my grandmother would say. In my grandmothers days she would have ripped out that persons number out of her phonebook and threw it in the garbage. My grandmother is 74, she has a cellphone but keeps a phonebook. The people that are in her cellphone are her neighbours, the fire department, the precint, Wayside Baptist Church members and her family. When odd numbers pop up, it goes to voicemail.
I have gone through several of what I call God's "social cleansing" out of my life. If they weren't meant to be there for long they would show it in their own actions. By not attempting to reach out. Because we have applications such as Facebook, Twitter, Ping, Loopt, Yahoo Messenger, Google Talk, AIM and so on. Two-way street reaching out has become much easier. If they log on and haven't spoken, let it slide. If you speak to them first and the answers are short are non responsive, then maybe you should re-evaluate what that person is there for. Maybe that person is only good for a good laugh or a kiki when you see them at the bar or the club. There is nothing wrong with that. But in terms of someone to confide in when things are tough and you need someone to talk to, you might want to dig a little deeper. Talk to your family if you can, talk to people that have been with you through thick and thin but also talk to Jesus. If you just give Jesus a little bit of time throughout the day even if it's just to say Thank you Lord, he will see the wrong and he will do what he needs to do to fix it. Jesus can be your best friend when nobody will pick up the phone. He can be your best friend when you don't have a phone to pick up, his spiritual line is always open and I am a true witness to that.
There are different types of social cleansing you can do on your own and there are certain cleansing mechanisms that God does to help you out just a little. Here are some things you can do to kindly and politely make your phonebook and friends list a bit lighter. Start sorting out what you use social networks for and if you have people that don't really speak alot you may want to delete them, reason being quite frankly because they may be there just to be nosy and see what you're doing and what pictures you are uploading. In terms of your phone look through your phone and ask yourself when's the last time you spoke to this person and that person, If you have think a bit too hard then press Delete and keep moving. This is not a blog to be shady about this situation, you have to know when it's time to lighten your load and do right by you because if you don't and God has a plan for you and you do not adhere to that plan, he will put you in a predicament where you have no other choice but to accept them out of your lives, like isolating you from being where they will be or even personally taking a hand in life itself and removing them so you can get to where you need to be. There is no reason why you are doing right and your "friend" isn't and you choose to be their friend anyway meanwhile you are holding yourself back, absolutely not that is not what your life should be about. You need to recognize the game before the game recognizes you and wipes you out.
Being the social person that I am, I have accepted this rotation that people come into my life however not every person that smiles in your face wishes you well and not every single person is meant to be around next year. Friends are like fashion sometimes "One minute you're in, the next minute you're out" and what may look good this year should not be worn next year. It happens, so what you need to concentrate on are those timeless peices that you wouldn't trade for the world.
God Bless and I hope you enjoyed my blog, Please leave comments :) I like those.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Don't Be Scared of The Uncut Dick (Throw Lips To It...Handle It)
It's so funny when you have a penis and you accept yours for what it is and accept how it look. American culture at one point made it absolutely imperative that men get circumsized or what we slang term call "cut". Today, it's now an option and many parents are even choosing not to have their sons circumsized because of small studies shown that in fact that infant does feel pain, again I repeat, small studies.
It used to be only men of either underdeveloped countries or of Carribean or Latin-American backgrounds were uncut but now we are finding alot more American men of all different backgrounds that are not circumsized and therefore comes the question of. What do I do when I come across an uncut penis? Well first don't scream, point, cry or run. That's just ignorant, funny but ignorant. However, don't freak out. Yes he has a bit of extra skin, that skin thats protecting the head of his penis in fact is making the head of his penis sensitive. You may have seen some porn videos where the head is in fact pink or a bright red. I'm not sure if that indicates how sensitive the penis is but don't worry you didn't do anything to do it or injure it, it's indeed natural.
If you aren't afraid here is some quick, simple easy how to tricks to make his toes really curl and make the Head Bitch In Charge, literally It's simple.
1. Tuck your lips around the head of the penis STOP
2. With the suction of the back of your throat pull the foreskin forward STOP
3. Use that same suction to pull the foreskin back down STOP
4. Use your tongue and circle the head Repeat
(In the event you bring the head back up, here's what they don't expect)
5. While the foreskin is covering the head, Use your tongue and circle around the head. While doing this you are pleasure the inner foreskin and the head of the penis.
6. When all fails deepthoat BITCH! (WERK!)
7. Focus on the head, thats the major sensitive point for 9/10 uncut guys.
That's all folks. I hope this was useful.
It used to be only men of either underdeveloped countries or of Carribean or Latin-American backgrounds were uncut but now we are finding alot more American men of all different backgrounds that are not circumsized and therefore comes the question of. What do I do when I come across an uncut penis? Well first don't scream, point, cry or run. That's just ignorant, funny but ignorant. However, don't freak out. Yes he has a bit of extra skin, that skin thats protecting the head of his penis in fact is making the head of his penis sensitive. You may have seen some porn videos where the head is in fact pink or a bright red. I'm not sure if that indicates how sensitive the penis is but don't worry you didn't do anything to do it or injure it, it's indeed natural.
If you aren't afraid here is some quick, simple easy how to tricks to make his toes really curl and make the Head Bitch In Charge, literally It's simple.
1. Tuck your lips around the head of the penis STOP
2. With the suction of the back of your throat pull the foreskin forward STOP
3. Use that same suction to pull the foreskin back down STOP
4. Use your tongue and circle the head Repeat
(In the event you bring the head back up, here's what they don't expect)
5. While the foreskin is covering the head, Use your tongue and circle around the head. While doing this you are pleasure the inner foreskin and the head of the penis.
6. When all fails deepthoat BITCH! (WERK!)
7. Focus on the head, thats the major sensitive point for 9/10 uncut guys.
That's all folks. I hope this was useful.
The Bed I Made (Part II of III)
I felt a bit blazay after the foursome that occurred between Darius, Maurice, Robbie and myself. I find myself in these situations all the time. I really want to have someone to myself. Someone that I don't have to sneak behind peoples backs, lie or deceive. I want someone that is not attached or burned from a previous. Someone who is ready for me. Until I find that person, there is always this single life of mine. I sat on the balcony of my Brooklyn Heights building overlooking the lower Manhattan skyline in nothing but my plush white bathrobe that Darius bought me years ago as a housewarming present sipping on red wine from Portugal. I heard my iphone on the coffee table in my living vibrating next to my blackberry which I had been ignoring all day. I decided to get up and look at the phone. It was Robbie leaving me a voicemail on my iPhone. I was excited because Robbie though not my first experience was the first guy I fell in love with and the first guy to make me feel like I was everything. I just wish things between us were, well different.
I dialed Robbie back to find out what he was doing. I received a ring back at first of "Does He Do It" by Trey Songz. I heard the usual commotion that is normal with media, he sounded really busy. "Hey babe, whats good I'm really busy so I'm about to make this quick. Do you want to come over tonight. Just me and you and some TV, red wine?" I replied with a slight giggle "Since when did I become babe?", "You became babe when I realized I couldn't stop thinking about you so stop being a prude and get sexy butt over here to my place" he said with that Robbie boom of confidence. "Ok, Robbie what time?" I asked sighing "Be there by 9, I know you're favourite show comes on so I want to have you settled and comfortable, cool?" "Ok Robbie, I'll be there" "Good, see u tonight" and he hung up.
I was dressed pretty smart for a date that I was going on with someone so familiar. I had a nice dark blue denim pair of jeans, a button up v neck grey sweater and a checkered button down with a black blazer and black martini glass print Stubbs & Wooten loafers. I was looking really nerdy but I remember when Robbie and I dated years ago, he used to make fun of me for dressing like a preppy yuppie but he also liked it because I was so comfortable in myself.
I walked through the lobby and took the elevator to his floor again. I knocked on his door and he opened the door quickly "Come on in" he said. with two glasses in his hand. I noticed a there was a bottle of wine sitting on the coffee table and he had my favourite show Family Guy playing. "Wine and Family Guy huh" I said with a smile to my face that went ear from ear, I took my black blazer off and put it on an adjacent loveseat and sat on the couch in front of the TV. It was an all new episode so I was extremely attentive, Robbie sat next to me and pour a glass halfway of red wine for me and place it in my hand. "I like hearing you laugh" he said. I looked at him with a warm smile. He know hows to talk a decent talk but I already knew that's just how he does.
I fell asleep on the couch in his arms and was awaken by a wet kiss on my forehead. It kinda made me smile. "Get up" he whispered. "I'm tired, can I just lay here"? "Ok" he whispered back. I was suprised by Robbie behaving himself, as badly as I wanted to have sex with him again, I really wanted to see where his mind was. Did he want me to come over for sex or did he want me to come over because he likes having me around? I'm starting to believe maybe he does like my company.
The next morning around 9am, I hear keys jingling in the front door and I was extremely started because it was a sound that I am not used to hearing. I first see a pair of very slender legs and a pair of size 9 Christian Loubotins. In my disgust and dismay it is the one person that I had never expected to see in my life again. Robbie's ex-wife Lynette Michelle. If Angela Bassett could have a bitter younger sister from Waiting To Exhale era this would be her, 5'6 with jet black hair going down her back, dark skinned like a jungle baby, dark brown piercing eyes and always wore black and never let red lipstick go out of style. The sight of this woman always bothered me. I've never been the type of person to blame anybody for anything in my life but I blame her taking my man away from me, I blamed her for the reason Robbie and I stopped talking and her presence made me realize why I stopped associating with Robbie in the first place.
"Well" Lynette said with a sarcastic sighed suprised "I see some things just don't change, it appears I walk in on you again except this time you have clothing on"
She walked through the apartment almost sashaying and caresses the adjacent love couch. "Two wine glasses?"
"ROBERT!" I yelled
"Oh god" she paused "you sound like me when I'm mad at him, kinda like when I was married to him"
"That's right you were married to Robert, what happened to that?"
"You happened"
"I happened before you happened to come along"
"I have things that you don't have"
"I have things that he doesn't want from YOU!" I said holding back every bit of anger
Robert walked out his bedroom with just his plain white boxers on showcasing a sexy bare shaven body.
"Lynette, you don't live here anymore if you are going to come, you need to call"
"Change you locks, I came here to get the rest of my things" She coldly responded
"Then call, I'll gladly send them to you"
"I'm leaving" I said
"No let me drive you home"
"I'm good...I'm good, I can take a cab, clearly you two have things to discuss"
I looked around for my blazer and made sure my cell phones were in there and looked back at Lynette and Robert in pure disgust at what I was seeing and walked out. As I pressed the button for the elevator, I could hear Robert and Lynette arguing. I don't see what they are arguing for. There is no children involved, no alimony involved. Clearly, they had to have had something going on between the time they divorced and now to still be in contact with each other. The elevator arrives and I knew that I had a long trip back to my Brooklyn Heights apartment to sort out what I wanted to do.
I reached the bottom floor and I picked up my iPhone and looked for Darius' number. Knowing that he was still in practice, it went straight to voicemail. "Darius, this is Marlon bitch, lunch at 2 I need an ear"
I dialed Robbie back to find out what he was doing. I received a ring back at first of "Does He Do It" by Trey Songz. I heard the usual commotion that is normal with media, he sounded really busy. "Hey babe, whats good I'm really busy so I'm about to make this quick. Do you want to come over tonight. Just me and you and some TV, red wine?" I replied with a slight giggle "Since when did I become babe?", "You became babe when I realized I couldn't stop thinking about you so stop being a prude and get sexy butt over here to my place" he said with that Robbie boom of confidence. "Ok, Robbie what time?" I asked sighing "Be there by 9, I know you're favourite show comes on so I want to have you settled and comfortable, cool?" "Ok Robbie, I'll be there" "Good, see u tonight" and he hung up.
I was dressed pretty smart for a date that I was going on with someone so familiar. I had a nice dark blue denim pair of jeans, a button up v neck grey sweater and a checkered button down with a black blazer and black martini glass print Stubbs & Wooten loafers. I was looking really nerdy but I remember when Robbie and I dated years ago, he used to make fun of me for dressing like a preppy yuppie but he also liked it because I was so comfortable in myself.
I walked through the lobby and took the elevator to his floor again. I knocked on his door and he opened the door quickly "Come on in" he said. with two glasses in his hand. I noticed a there was a bottle of wine sitting on the coffee table and he had my favourite show Family Guy playing. "Wine and Family Guy huh" I said with a smile to my face that went ear from ear, I took my black blazer off and put it on an adjacent loveseat and sat on the couch in front of the TV. It was an all new episode so I was extremely attentive, Robbie sat next to me and pour a glass halfway of red wine for me and place it in my hand. "I like hearing you laugh" he said. I looked at him with a warm smile. He know hows to talk a decent talk but I already knew that's just how he does.
I fell asleep on the couch in his arms and was awaken by a wet kiss on my forehead. It kinda made me smile. "Get up" he whispered. "I'm tired, can I just lay here"? "Ok" he whispered back. I was suprised by Robbie behaving himself, as badly as I wanted to have sex with him again, I really wanted to see where his mind was. Did he want me to come over for sex or did he want me to come over because he likes having me around? I'm starting to believe maybe he does like my company.
The next morning around 9am, I hear keys jingling in the front door and I was extremely started because it was a sound that I am not used to hearing. I first see a pair of very slender legs and a pair of size 9 Christian Loubotins. In my disgust and dismay it is the one person that I had never expected to see in my life again. Robbie's ex-wife Lynette Michelle. If Angela Bassett could have a bitter younger sister from Waiting To Exhale era this would be her, 5'6 with jet black hair going down her back, dark skinned like a jungle baby, dark brown piercing eyes and always wore black and never let red lipstick go out of style. The sight of this woman always bothered me. I've never been the type of person to blame anybody for anything in my life but I blame her taking my man away from me, I blamed her for the reason Robbie and I stopped talking and her presence made me realize why I stopped associating with Robbie in the first place.
"Well" Lynette said with a sarcastic sighed suprised "I see some things just don't change, it appears I walk in on you again except this time you have clothing on"
She walked through the apartment almost sashaying and caresses the adjacent love couch. "Two wine glasses?"
"ROBERT!" I yelled
"Oh god" she paused "you sound like me when I'm mad at him, kinda like when I was married to him"
"That's right you were married to Robert, what happened to that?"
"You happened"
"I happened before you happened to come along"
"I have things that you don't have"
"I have things that he doesn't want from YOU!" I said holding back every bit of anger
Robert walked out his bedroom with just his plain white boxers on showcasing a sexy bare shaven body.
"Lynette, you don't live here anymore if you are going to come, you need to call"
"Change you locks, I came here to get the rest of my things" She coldly responded
"Then call, I'll gladly send them to you"
"I'm leaving" I said
"No let me drive you home"
"I'm good...I'm good, I can take a cab, clearly you two have things to discuss"
I looked around for my blazer and made sure my cell phones were in there and looked back at Lynette and Robert in pure disgust at what I was seeing and walked out. As I pressed the button for the elevator, I could hear Robert and Lynette arguing. I don't see what they are arguing for. There is no children involved, no alimony involved. Clearly, they had to have had something going on between the time they divorced and now to still be in contact with each other. The elevator arrives and I knew that I had a long trip back to my Brooklyn Heights apartment to sort out what I wanted to do.
I reached the bottom floor and I picked up my iPhone and looked for Darius' number. Knowing that he was still in practice, it went straight to voicemail. "Darius, this is Marlon bitch, lunch at 2 I need an ear"
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