Live from NYC

I missed church on Sunday 'cause I was in New York with Hero. He was there for a radio/promotions conference/convention thingy. I just went to relax. Friday night, I arrived pretty late. We hung out in the room. Saturday, he had conference stuff to do; I just walked around the hotel neighborhood. I slept for a few hours during the day in the plush room with the plush bed with the plush comforter. We stayed near Times Square, which was pretty neat. Once we met back up, we went to dinner and a bar. An old friend from home worked at the bar. I was excited to see her. She kept the shots of Patron and frozen Cosmos coming all night, so that was cool. Of course, as the liquor poured in, emotions poured out. I wanted to be in love with him at the moment. But I couldn't, 'cause he has hurt me so much. Plus, he wouldnt let me, he rejected my drunk kisses. But back at the room...okay wait. Hero had the nerve to talk to the ugly ex-girlfriend while we were at the bar. After he hung up I asked him politely not to do that. He asked why and said he wouldn’t care if I talked to a guy. Okay, back at the room. He wanted that drunk love, all sexy and stuff :) He looked like a lil' sad puppy drooling and willing to lick anything I permitted him to. I tried to play him. I just hopped straight in bed and went to sleep- no lingerie or nothing. (Well I was topeless with black lace panties but thats just my normal, no frills(I'm just sexy like that)) Then his phone rang twice "When Doves Cry", I knew it was Tyrese face. So that made me want him. Sick, I know. So then while she called and left voicemails, I poured myself all over him. I couldnt put as much into as I wanted but enough to make him feel good. After we were done, hell broke loose 'cause he didn't wanna cuddle. To retaliate, for the lack of cuddling, I ended up on the phone with "The Rapper". It worked, he snatched the phone and hung it up less than a minute into my conversation. Sooo? You do care!

Sometimes we fought sometimes we got along. Once when we were in bed I looked up at the ceiling and everything felt perfect. But mostly it was strange cause she was ringing his phone off the hook and "The Rapper" mine. I never saw this in our future back when I believed in my heart that we were destined for each other. I know for sure, and I told him, that he is a jerk sometimes just to keep his distance. I told him that he was afraid of what would happen if we got along too well. He said I just wanted him to stroke my ego. Uh no, ego that’s his forte, not mine. He is the one so concerned about what people think and keeping our rendezvous’ top secret. Anyway, we left on a sour note. Somehow I love and hate him more now.