i broke up with a guy i going out with last week. we were strictly friends for a whole year. for a whole year he knew how i was: i'm bipolar and i like smoking weed and cigarettes to help my mood. and that's it. i was diagnosed as bipolar cuz i tried to kill myself and i went to a hospital. anyway, this dude and i were going out but he'd get mad if i smoked or if he even saw my newports in my purse. he got madder wen he found out that i smoked weed. he found out about the weed cuz he saw a blunt in my purse. i told him that i would quit on my own and i tried, but it was extremely hard and i got all hyper as hell to the point where i was cleaning my house at ten o'clock at night and staying up forever. i started smoking again and i chilled out. my dude got suspicious and he broke it off wit me. but then he came back. after that first break up, we've had two more. he mailed me a card saying that he didn't approve of my smoking but that he wanted to be friends. i told him no, that he can't be a friend to me if he's already broke my heart. i still can't understand it really, i'm not hard to figure out: i'm a redbone who smokes weed, is laid back, i'm sweet, and i like giving head. my dude was real confused, cuz he'd neva had a thuggin' chik like me. i come off as blunt and honest no matter what. i also wasn't the typical virgin chick. wen we first got in the sheets i had him gettin' off five times within the hour and he couldn't stop hittin' it. he'd neva had a girlfriend give him oral sex until he got to me. i was teaching him how to doggystyle a real bitch until that noogah was soakin' wet, gettin' sweat in my hair. or pull a motorcyle on him be4 he had to go to work. at first he liked everything we was doing, but then the nerdy, bitch ass side of him started saying that sex outside of marriage was wrong. he didn't wanna fuck cuz he was afraid we'd go to hell. i let him think that i was down with that until we went to his house after dinner. i talked to him real soft and kissed in his ear until that noogah was running to the bathroom upstairs, hard as carbon steel, to get a towel and washcloth. after we'd had sex and he was holding me did he start feelin' guilty. we got into an argument about it but that just made it worse. we got heated and then had make-up sex. by the second time he broke up wit me, i was tired of his shit. he'd act like he was a good person wen we was going out in public or if he went to church. but then he'd be sucking my titties, pullin' off my jeans saying he didn't wanna have sex. or he'd watch me roll and smoke a blunt and not do anything. he'd break up but then wanna be a friend to me.
that nigga is gay and was scared of the pussy that is all to it if u say u dome peepz up as good as u say u do and dude was runnin from dat he gay that the summarize
6/2/2006 2:30:40 PM
... and yes I am a male
6/13/2006 3:04:27 AM
