a butch lesbian in
it,” he changed the subject.
“Bitch, don’t try to pay my comment! You know it was
good,” I said.
“Yeah it was cute for what it was, but I don’t really care
for head anyways.”
“Because you are a bottom,” I laughed as the phone
beeped, and it appeared to be an unknown number. “Hold on.” “Hello,” I greeted after clicking over.
“Yes, can I speak to Delmar please,” the sexy baritone
asked.
“This is he. May I ask who is calling?”
“Oh, this is Abdul again. I wanted to know if you still
would like to go to the movies,” he asked.
“Sure, why not”, I exclaimed with an excited undertone
in my voice.
“The Temptation Is Killing Me! Featuring Abdul”
I sat in the car intoxicated by a bottle of Burnett’s Vodka, melancholy pressured an arrangement to meet with a stranger tonight. In spite of a failed romantic evening with Nico, I didn’t plan on spending my night in a parking lot either.
On the flipside, I don’t understand why Nico must make everything about him? I attempt to be good to him, but what do I get in return? A kick in the balls! He is only concerned when I stay out all night or fuck somebody else to receive attention? Is this how love works?
“Babe, I am so sorry for screwing up the night. But I need you to come home,” a text emanated to my Blackberry by Nico. The question remained if there was a need to respond or click out of the exit button from the ‘recent messages’ box. Exhaustion became a friend of mine after consistently being one half of a relationship who compromises for everything, even I am not in the wrong. Usually when he is angry with me, he does not answer my calls or texts; on the other hand, grudges do not exist in my reality.
I am gon’ have to be the asshole to teach him a lesson. I will no longer be held accountable for a mistake I made a year ago.
“New text message,” the alert buzzed.
“So what time are you coming,” Delmar asked. Will the
former be a wise decision? At this point, Nico & I are in two different places & paces. The diseases of infidelity remain in the human bone, but why not end the relationship before embarking the route. The last thing I need is a gay reboot of ‘Fatal Attraction’.
I have lost my individuality behind all Nico’s antics & it is not worth the fight anymore. In contrast, we have been through so much together and he has stuck by my side more than anyone else!
Can someone please tell me where are boundaries? How do I know when enough is enough? The Marines & school teaches a student about discipline and respect, but no one has ever prepared us with a Love 101 class.
Should I take a chance, should I do what’s on my mind or what? My head fell in a dizzy spiral staircase, as my hormones jumped and I fought the tears inching to escape my eyes! When I drink, I’m prone to have sex, so going out with Delmar may not be a noble notion. Am I setting myself up to be caught in a web, I’m not willing to jump in?
My brain insisted I go home to my boyfriend and make up with him, my dick told me to meet with Delmar & do the unthinkable.
What the hell am I talking? I sound like a typical Baltimore gay... Maybe I should stay in this car all night, or should I give it a chance. I’m strong enough to not allow anything happen!
Dammit, why I sat here for the past five minutes gaping at the same text message?
I decided to get out of the car, and proceeded to walk inside the apartment complex.
“Come open the door,” I replied back to the message walking to the second level, and knocked on the door as I heard a footstep reach to the door & watched the knob turn quickly.
“Come in, I am so sorry about being a bitch,” Nico said pulled me in by my arm.
“It’s cool,” I said as I wobbled through the door and passed out on the leather love seat in the dining room.
“Drunk? Since when did you start drinking again,” Nico asked raising his eyebrows with such sadness in his eyes.
“I started ever
it,” he changed the subject.
“Bitch, don’t try to pay my comment! You know it was
good,” I said.
“Yeah it was cute for what it was, but I don’t really care
for head anyways.”
“Because you are a bottom,” I laughed as the phone
beeped, and it appeared to be an unknown number. “Hold on.” “Hello,” I greeted after clicking over.
“Yes, can I speak to Delmar please,” the sexy baritone
asked.
“This is he. May I ask who is calling?”
“Oh, this is Abdul again. I wanted to know if you still
would like to go to the movies,” he asked.
“Sure, why not”, I exclaimed with an excited undertone
in my voice.
“The Temptation Is Killing Me! Featuring Abdul”
I sat in the car intoxicated by a bottle of Burnett’s Vodka, melancholy pressured an arrangement to meet with a stranger tonight. In spite of a failed romantic evening with Nico, I didn’t plan on spending my night in a parking lot either.
On the flipside, I don’t understand why Nico must make everything about him? I attempt to be good to him, but what do I get in return? A kick in the balls! He is only concerned when I stay out all night or fuck somebody else to receive attention? Is this how love works?
“Babe, I am so sorry for screwing up the night. But I need you to come home,” a text emanated to my Blackberry by Nico. The question remained if there was a need to respond or click out of the exit button from the ‘recent messages’ box. Exhaustion became a friend of mine after consistently being one half of a relationship who compromises for everything, even I am not in the wrong. Usually when he is angry with me, he does not answer my calls or texts; on the other hand, grudges do not exist in my reality.
I am gon’ have to be the asshole to teach him a lesson. I will no longer be held accountable for a mistake I made a year ago.
“New text message,” the alert buzzed.
“So what time are you coming,” Delmar asked. Will the
former be a wise decision? At this point, Nico & I are in two different places & paces. The diseases of infidelity remain in the human bone, but why not end the relationship before embarking the route. The last thing I need is a gay reboot of ‘Fatal Attraction’.
I have lost my individuality behind all Nico’s antics & it is not worth the fight anymore. In contrast, we have been through so much together and he has stuck by my side more than anyone else!
Can someone please tell me where are boundaries? How do I know when enough is enough? The Marines & school teaches a student about discipline and respect, but no one has ever prepared us with a Love 101 class.
Should I take a chance, should I do what’s on my mind or what? My head fell in a dizzy spiral staircase, as my hormones jumped and I fought the tears inching to escape my eyes! When I drink, I’m prone to have sex, so going out with Delmar may not be a noble notion. Am I setting myself up to be caught in a web, I’m not willing to jump in?
My brain insisted I go home to my boyfriend and make up with him, my dick told me to meet with Delmar & do the unthinkable.
What the hell am I talking? I sound like a typical Baltimore gay... Maybe I should stay in this car all night, or should I give it a chance. I’m strong enough to not allow anything happen!
Dammit, why I sat here for the past five minutes gaping at the same text message?
I decided to get out of the car, and proceeded to walk inside the apartment complex.
“Come open the door,” I replied back to the message walking to the second level, and knocked on the door as I heard a footstep reach to the door & watched the knob turn quickly.
“Come in, I am so sorry about being a bitch,” Nico said pulled me in by my arm.
“It’s cool,” I said as I wobbled through the door and passed out on the leather love seat in the dining room.
“Drunk? Since when did you start drinking again,” Nico asked raising his eyebrows with such sadness in his eyes.
“I started ever
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