Us faking

The Rapper kept pinching my fat thighs under the dress that I secretly wore for him. I say secretly ‘cause while he thought I was out doing something important I was really finishing up at the salon and then hurrying home to change into something sexy causal and spray myself a few times with White Tea and Ginger. This was all just to arrive at his house like “Oh, I just happen to look this beautiful on the day you invited me over”. So anyway before I was acting, he was acting. Acting like he forgot that he’d told me we would go to his next show together. So today was the day of and he invited me over then casually brought the show up (for what he pretended to be the first time) then casually asked if I wanted to go with him. Keep it real, RAPPER! So b4 the show we hung out at his house and talked and watched TV and he got ready and stuff. My plan worked ‘cause in the midst of all of this he said “I like your dress and you smell good”. Sweet success! So anyway, we lounged around until it was time for the show. As soon as we got in the car, he got the pre-show attitude that I probably should but have not grown accustom to. So everything he said to me like, turn that up or put this CD in or slow down was in like the meanest voice ever. I felt my eyes fill up with tears, but none fell. I tried to be nice ‘cause I think his nerves just get him like that. But somehow, even in my silence, he sensed something was wrong and said “I’m sorry”. Then, I loved him. But then I didn’t like the way things went at his show between us so we parted ways and we both had attitudes.