I Don’t Do Pansy...The Break-Up (Pt. 2)

So Saturday after his random morning text, and me ignoring him. I get the following Sunday evening:

Klein: Where are u. i know u think i don’t care but i do this ordeal with my moms is a bit much i haven’t been feeling well either plse don’t think im tryn 2 hurt u

Me: ok

3 hours later


Me: I’ve had time to think about everything and I think you are a great person and have good intentions, but maybe the timing is bad for you in regards to being in a relationship right now. I’ll be here if you need a shoulder to lean on. Deuces Pansy boy (<---ok I didn’t say deuces...but I was trying to be nice)


My thoughts: I do think he was a nice guy, but he has/had waaaayyy too many issues. I’m not a teacher, and don’t have the patience to school him. Did I like him? Yes. Did I love him? Not like that. Was I in love with him? Nope nadda. Possibility of friendship in the future??? Who knows...

I'd Do Him, Road Trip, Text Messages, Dirty Old Men

I don't know where to begin...in no particular order

5. Text Messages with the BFF:

Me: I was so horny last night. I couldn't fall asleep. I don't see how you went a whole year. I'm barely through month 3

POW: LOL. It was Hard the first couple of months. That's why I had B.O.B

Later, the same day...

Me: Ewwww. The police officer is a horn dog. He was trying to j.o. to my voice

POW: Ewww. Most cops are

4. Police-Officer Back story: So the officer I met Sunday night, called me Sunday & yesterday. We talked yesterday for a little bit. He kept telling me how sexy he thought my voice was and that it was causing him to be bad...next thing I know he's grunting like a dog in heat and is making noises, and is telling me he's being bad. I told him bye, and hung up mid-grunt.

He called me tonight....I pushed ignore call...


3. Mr. H and I are embarking on a 9-hr road trip on Friday. To be continued...


2. I talked to Kiddie-care daycare tonight, we have a tentative date set-up again

1. I'm not sure if it's the fact that I'm curious about the little young thing's stamina and energy (Jubi has me convinced by her previous comment) but I think, I pretty much made up my mind that he's doable, and I'd do him. It's up to him to mess it up.

Most women know whether or not we'd do a guy anyways. The guys usually mess it up, either through talking or stupid actions that has us clutching our panties tightly. Oh and they get moved to the category, of "never-mind", what was I thinking... "I wouldn't do him with a 10-foot pole".

Text Messages

I received the following text message today....


"Hi, this is "Derrick". The reason why I text you was to find out how you are doing. Also not trying to get into you business but how is your relationship going with your boyfriend"


Background:

I met Derrick last year when I went with Brian to Miami. In my defense, I was under the influence of alcohol. "Derrick" would send me text messages pretty much daily, even if I didn't respond.

Sometime in April or May, I told him I had a boyfriend....


In Other News:

Yes, I'm aware. I've been M.I.A.

(NO TITLE NEEDED)

Today, going on right now...


Me: How's your trip going

Him: Left DC today at 7:30am (Side Note: He was supposed to leave Friday, pushed it to Monday, pushed it to Tuesday, well today is Wednesday)

Me: Wow. We're still friends right? I don't want anything from you. I just needed to say it

Him: It's all good

Me: You didn't answer my question

Him: Yes I did, we are

Me: Good, cause no one would understand me, re Mary McBeth Alice from Scotland London Wales (Side Note: Inside joke, you wouldn't get it)

Him: hahaha

Me: Ok Ass Munch. Sorry. Drive Safely

The Other Guy

So I’ve talked about Recycled Booty before. And I think recycling can be a good thing if done properly. Especially since guys make such a BIG deal about the NUMBER of men women sleep with, and assume/dream/wished, you’ve only had 3 sex partners in your whole life, one of which includes them. So we women, just recycle. It DOES NOT add to the number or notch on our belt, and we still get laid...everyone’s happy, we look like “Angels” who have only had X amount of sex partners, when really......(I won’t divulge all of OUR secrets)

In any case sometimes recycling can be a bad thing, and it just may be time to go out and get some NEW...(fill in the blank)



Recycled From Early Last Year

So if you haven’t figured it out, the recycled booty on Sunday was in fact Tony. Since then we have talked or texted almost everyday and I seen him briefly at an “artsy” thing Wednesday night. Last night and yesterday afternoon, he sends me various text messages before we have an interesting late night convo, after my date with the senior citizen (side note, it’s funny, when we go out, he NEVER uses his SENIOR DISCOUNT):

His Messages
1st text: Can I C U 2night?
2nd text (3 hrs later): I’m really into u
3rd text: Can I c u tonight
4th text: I want U to ride me until you CUM

My Responses:
1st response: I’ll call you later
2nd response: U are 2 cute!
3rd response: Maybe
4th response:


I tend not to respond to sexually LACED text messages and pictures of “Johnson’s”, unless I’m drunk, horny or drunk and horny...he got the point. We talk after I get home, and he basically says, it’s not about SEX and he really likes me and is really into me....CAUTION. STOP. DO NOT PASS GO. DO NOT COLLECT $200.00, GO STRAIGHT TO JAIL.

Ok maybe too dramatic, but, I don't believe him...I know my "lovin" has made a few propose after the fact, but for me it's TOO much TOO soon...like seriously, it's been 3 weeks? We haven't really had that many deep thought provoking conversations, dates, quality time...