So I went to dinner with a guy that I had been seeing for a month or so. I wasn’t really into spicy food at that time, but was so hungry that I inhaled everything on my plate. After dinner, we go back to his place and it starts to get hot and heavy….kissing, caressing…But all of a sudden, it hit me like a ton of bricks. The butterflies and excitement that I thought I was feeling was actually my stomach telling me to get up RIGHT NOW and make a mad dash to the bathroom. I tried to ignore it, but the pain got stronger and stronger until I…
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You Don’t Live There
So I went to dinner with a guy and it was time to bring the night to a close because we both had to go to work the next day. The dinner went well for the most part and we seemed to get along fine. As he’s driving me home, I informed him that he made a wrong turn and was going in the opposite direction. Instead of turning around as I thought he would, he says to me “Nah, you don’t live there.” [Excuse me, but I think I know where I live] o_0 At this point, I’m thinking the dude is about to bash my head in and/or…
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Do you REALLY need that Magnum?
So sparks are flying, endorphines are on overdrive, and he’s about to put it on you [so you think]. He whips it out and you’re like “ehhhh it’s aiiight…I can work with that…no big deal” UNTIL he pulls out a damn Magnum condom. *SMH* You then find yourself blinking profusely as if his member is going to miraculously grow to fit inside this extra large condom; however, reality sets in with a question burning inside that you dare not say out loud…..but every ounce of you wants to ask DO YOU REALLY NEED THAT MAGNUM? I mean seriously? Fellas, have you no shame? What is going through your mind…
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A Football Player?
So a guy asked me for my number while I was out running errands and in a week’s time we made plans to go out on a date. He seemed cool, but leading up to the date he gave me a disclaimer by saying “Don’t be surprised if people come up to me while we’re out and ask me for my autograph.” I asked why and he said “because I look like an NFL player.” I said “Which one?” and he said “Not anyone in particular. Just a football player.” 0_0 I guess being a stocky/fat black guy automatically causes one to assume that you are a professional football player AND ask you for…
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You Forgot What?
So I’m having lunch alone outside of a cafe at an upscale mall when this tall chocolate man in a pinstripe suit walks by. (Anyone who knows me knows that I LOVE a clean-cut man, especially one in a pinstripe suit.) I totally melted because he was FINEand hoped that he noticed me because I was too shy to approach him. Anyway, our eyes met….I smiled…he smiled, but he continued on to wherever he was going. HOWEVER, he came back and asked for my number (SCORE!!!!). I was gushing and couldn’t wait for his call.Fast forward two days later…he calls (yay!) and we’re having great conversation until he places me on…
