Posts Tagged ‘men’

Hehe, no this is not to MY boyfriend (today). However, this is written for a certain someone who was once a guy I called my friend- until I discovered that he was fucking over my Bestie Love, um I don’t think so!

Why is it that a man can’t just earn up to his shit and tell his lady love that he’s been exercising himself on someone else’s lady lumps? The last time I checked nothing in my Anatomy book had been updated to include balls as being an option for the male sex. You got em’ buddy so how about using those along with some common sense? (Don’t worry guys this post isn’t ALL about bashing you)

In a nutshell mode:

This couple has (or had) been together over a year, in fact I introduced them in college (doesn’t that just make me feel like a fucking bitch now). They really hit it off from the get go and our circle of friends was pretty sure they’d become a thing, and they did. They had also gotten engaged at some point back (awwww).  To my knowledge they’d been doing quite well. I hadn’t seen them in a while  as we do live on different ends of the spectrum- but from what I knew all was good on their front. Then I started seeing my Bestie Love posting status about being unhappy….and well so on. So I am like “I need to killa bitch!” So I do some snooping just to see what juice I could get. Did I get juice? Unfortunately, yes- one nasty ass pitcher of shitty skank O.J with some, I’m a fucking cheater cereal for break-my-heart I trusted you too fast.

Now after I had my “evidence” I called up my Bestie Love and asked her about what was going on with her and Papa J. She explained to me that he hadn’t been calling, texting her back and took back her ring. And then I asked her if she knew he was riding shotgun with another Boo.  Then the denial set in…oh boy. Now naturally there is a whole lot of shit to go along with that bad cup of “Joe” but I’ll spare it.

Now the only thing I can say for him is congrats on being a cockless little shaved nut too cowardly too tell her that you wanted something else. You really could have just owned up yah know. Why do men do this? Is it not so much easier as a woman to have the guy just tell you it’s done than to go behind your back and string you along like popcorn on a fucking Christmas tree? For those of you who don’t string popcorn, that shit get’s old, the string eventually has to be cut and if you try and eat a piece a month after it’s been on the tree- well that’s just fucking idiotic don’t you think? In less of course you are homeless, then EAT ON my friend!

But women…how guilty are we, just as Bestie Love when it comes to believing them? Maybe it’s because we would rather believe what we want to be true, rather than the truth itself. Or maybe we really do, sadly, believe them. What got me on this situation was that even after Bestie Love had the info she needed that her Papa J. was a sucking face with a fluze SHE DIDN’T BREAK IT OFF! Why dear are you waiting for him to do a deed that he is obviously unable to do? And my mind ponders, ponders some more, and continues to ponder the logic in the thinking of female brain and vagina. I have seen these two create beautiful things and make spectacular decisions, but yet in scenarios like this they both seem to shut down. C’mon Vag! We all know you’re a bitch!

P.S- If you are homeless please enlighten me on your whereabouts so that I may put my old string popcorn in a bag and drop it off at your cot or nearest park bench.