I like to write about women

I like to write about the women I date, it is a catharsis few understand. I do semi-bash them BUT I like to avoid bashing anyone, regardless of what happened. Here's the thing though, I think I'm just telling it like it is and the shitty things they do, are things they answer for AND since it happened to me, I think it's fair to layout how I saw things go down. Still, it's semi-bashy. lol.

So, without further ado, let's fall into this most recent escapade of bullshit I allowed to happen.

This woman, I'd known of but not directly. I thought she was aight but the more I looked at her, the better angles I could find to make her more appealing to my eye. It was some work because she was high maintenance as far as her expectations yet she was low on her personal maintenance scale. Fingernails were trash, wardrobe was underwhelming(as a man's man, I didn't really care about it until she made a big deal out of my undergarments, then it was like "Hol'up chick"...anyway); her teeth were a brownish yellow, beady little eyes, glasses, oily, pitted skin, smoking habit, tiny & flabby titties, incredibly skinny, unhealthy eating habits, poor word usage, highly critical, incapable of making a decision, and on top of all that, wanted me to spend money on her for months on end just to earn her approval to "date" her.

Bruh, I SHIT YOU NOT. I should attach a picture but I'm not that messy. This has me feeling some kinda way. Some type of way. SOME FUCKIN SORT OF WAY. But I was broke and living with my mother and I thought that the one thing I really liked about her would be something that was worth all of the effort. Gawd damn my proclivity for positivity because YOOOOO...she wasn't even that no more. Just a bitter broad who ruined her past relationships by being self centered(on her OWN admission) then basically ruined whatever chances she had with me by doing the very damn same things. AND I WAS WORKING WITH HER. I'm going to be raw, if I hadn't taken some very serious losses this last year...if I hadn't been struggling to keep myself positive...struggling to give a damn....I'd have tossed her the moment she got difficult.

I don't want to see all the surface flaws in a person. I want to look beyond all that shit I don't want and find that thing that will make every word worth it. I thought I struck gold....guess what? Pyrite real than a mutha.(Dat's dat fool's gold for those who ain't in the knowin'). So, it's not like I derive the slightest bit of pleasure from all the description I gave of her. I feel childish...somewhat disgusted...and even worse, resentful that I gave her an honest chance when bonafide great women getting passed up. I felt like shit. That lasted all of three seconds. I didn't want to spend any more of my time on her. Well, until I typed this up tonight.

Now, she did try to cut me down. She threw stones the entire time. She was a work of shit. Can go on for ten to twenty minutes about my flaw of not having employment but couldn't take a minute of what was wrong with her. I call that stupid, insecure and childish. It pisses me off. Don't give criticism if you can't take it. She thought it'd be cool to stalk my twitter and whatever. I don't give a fuck...stalk them...I'm not talking to her monkey ass no more. Idc if I never see her again. Waste my time and call me a waste? Say you settle for me? Nigga...who settles up? Tell me that shit. I'm six feet and one inch tall. I'm handsome. I have a great smile. I'm workably intelligent. I'm charming and you settled for that? Bitch, do you even lift?

The moment I got a new job, big money coming in...more money than she make a month, she wanna act like I ain't shit. Cool. I'm breezy. Co-workers like, "You single? Cause I got some home girls that would LOVE you!!!' Damn, saying that makes me feel like I shouldn't have even typed this out. Meh, it happens. Catharsis. Lol.

Here's the up and up. I'm not actually mad and most of this was worded for dramatic flair while not compromising the accuracy...simply the perception of the events. In other words, it's all true but you might not consume it the way I meant it. Lol. Pimp shit, am I right? No? Ahhh, well I tried. Anyway. I wish the broad the best of luck. It's her path. I'm just glad she's no longer muddying up my path. And that's where I'm at with it. Mind over matter and she don't register in my mind so she don't matter.


CASE CLOSED.