I'm tired of writing about men

Before we start, let’s pray. “Lord, God, help me to have other things on my mind. Help me to keep my blog creative and wide- breadth, after I write this about a “man”, next time and for many times to come, let my blog incorporate the many other intricate parts of my life. Amen.”

“Hey (insert The Rappers’ name here), taste this, it tastes so good” That’s what this superbly dirty slut had to say just to interrupt a meaningless conversation that The Rapper and I were having at a nightclub. Bitch, sit the fuck down before I smack your denim vest wearing ass. Then, his dirty ass drank some of the whores’ cheap drink. I mean really who has umbrellas in there drink in the nightclub? I know who won’t have to worry about kissing me anytime soon. Anybody that drinks after a weave-head horse, that’s who. So anyway yeah, as me and him partook in idle and not-so-idle chat, this dumb-dumb kept coming over with excuses to interrupt. So finally I’m like yeah well see you later. Then I purposely left in the middle of his performance and I made sure he could see me leaving. So, it is true, watched pots don’t boil. Cause every time I am away from my phone, that’s when he calls and when I did not expect him to be there he was there and he was performing. He also invited me to his upcoming show. But he invited horse-hair vest-girl too. So, I ain’t going. Unless I go with him and feel like his right hand girl like I used to. I think he genuinely has no understanding of words. !!Wow revelation!! Since he is a rapper by day and by night and by all hours in between maybe his perspective of words IS actually distorted. Because he will just say stuff with no intentions of following up. Just like as soon as I said, “I am only going to the show if I can go with you” and he said “Yeah. that’s cool”. This ain’t no damn song, nigga this is my life!” So anyway even though I had on a new shirt new jewelry and new hair, if I would have known he would be there I would have done better. So our club encounter was platonic almost to the point of meaningless and I am sad about that and we haven’t talked since.