Aight....

The story really isn't all that good.

So I ended up linking up with this chick this weekend. I talked about her a whole bunch before. She is the chick that was my ex-homeboy's ex-fiance. I smashed last summer and then got all pissy cause she left without me getting a chance t smash again....and then she kinda flaked out a few times when we were supposed to meet up.

Yeah, so she was in town this weekend, up from souf flawda (down Q's way.....thats right, Ft. Liquordale....aka Ft. Lickherthere). I met up with her and her sis for a quick bite, and went back to the sis's spot for a quick shower and pre-sip. Thats when ol' girls gets to flirting. Smackin' a Big Nigga Called The BULLY (Yes, thank-you, you must say it all.....) all on the ass....trying to sneak a pat on Steve.

Now I'm thinking about how she has told me that she we weren't gonna fuck again and all that shit plenty of times before, so I tells chick to stop playing. I tells her a bunch. Anyway, we get in the car (Just me and her...the sis didn't feel like going out). She is all looking at your boy with the googly eyes. I tells her to "Cut it out......Stop playing".....she didn't.

So anyway I'm all like don't do it. Don't kiss her. You have a nice fine wholsome chick that you are talking to. You don't even want to go around doing stuff with some other chick.


Anyway....time goes on. Moves get bolder. Temptation gets stronger. ButI keep fighting and winning. Even told her to stop sucking on Steve. (Yeah...your boy was strong enough to stop road head).

So we end up at a house party. And I end up hollaring at my boy for moral support. He was like "Dog....don't do it!"
"Aight man.......aight!! We gonna leave this party, I'm gonna stop her by X-mart so she can get herself a new toy, and then I'm droppin her but off."
"Dog......you gonna fuck if you go by X-mart. Don't do it."
"Naw man....I'm gonna be strong....I'm straight"

So we end up in the parking lot at X-mart.

Some how Steve ends up in her mouth again.

Some how titties end up in my mouth.

Some how my mouth ends up somewhere else....somewhere that was nice and shaved up.

For some reason there was a frantic search for something in a gold wrapper.

And some how random folks saw bare ass bouncing on Steve in the driver's seat of the car.

Then, for whatever reason, I ended up in X-mart feeling like everyone had just seen me having crazy, nasty, ravenous sex that included both trash and dirty talking.

I ended up completely amazed at someone's ability to straddle someone in the front seat of a car like that.

-A Big Nigga Name The BULLY

No Details.....

Ok.

Hot sexy crazy sex in the front seat of the car in the parking lot of a sex/porn shop.




-NuttayBalls

……What…I’m your WHAT friend??????

Sooooo, yeah, I called up the Baller the other night and told her that I wasn’t gonna talk to any other chicks..and that I just wanted to get to know her. (I told her before we ever went out that I was doing the casual dating thing. She told me that she didn’t get envolved in stuff like that cause she gives her all in relationships and doesn’t want a portion given in return) She asked me last week if I had made a decision to just try and get to know her, and I told her I was about 75% sure that was what I wanted, but there was still that 25% that wanted to still hang out with other folk (females). I aint gonna lie…..I was kinda holding out to see if I could get in the HSC’s guts right quick before I tried to settle down for a minute, but between her baby daddy (read: still un-divorced and refusing to sign the papers husband) drama, her mama trying to control her life drama (yeah, she is living back in the house with moms, her little girl, her older sister, a cousin, and I think an uncle), and then still having to deal with her kid (her kid is kinda punking her cause she feels guilty about breaking up with her daddy) and all that crap. She is a flake. I can understand why, but she is a fuckin’ flake. And I don’t want to be fucking around on some maybe ass, when I could maybe have a relationship and all that.

Anyway……I told her I just wanted to talk to her and no one else and now I think she is referring to me as boyfriend.

I told her that I wanted to get to know her and now I am afraid that I am gonna get in trouble for introducing her as “the Baller” and not “This is my girlfriend, the Baller”. I think I have really become afraid of relationships. Not all of them, but the ones that involve the really nice good girls that I could see a possible future with. I don’t mind linking up with chicks that I mostly wanna just bust out or whatever cause I know it aint gonna last long. I always kinda felt like me and the model chick weren’t gonna really be together long cause there was a lot about her and her ghetto/hood ass family that I did not like and stuff like that, so I had no problem kickin it with her. But this chick here seems all to the good. That scares me cause I get to thinking about not being able to make decisions by myself and stuff. Like…if I end up going after another job one day and have to move….I just can’t do that. I have to see how she would feel about making that move and wait for her to find a job too, or do the long distance thing for a while and all that crap.

But, if I am kicking it with her, and no one else and no intentions of trying to talk to anyone else…..then I guess that does mean we are in……..OH….MY…GOD. I just realized what I was about to type. I was about to say a commited relationship. That shit scares the hell out of me. All these what ifs keep flying through my head. Like…What if the HSC can get free for a minute and wants to come up to the spot and let them big ol’ 32 D’s get loose in my face. Or what if that fine ass mid 30’s chick from the gym wants me to get up in them guts. Or what about my old cut buddy that said I can “anything I want” to her…..a nigga might feel like poking her in the pooper and skeetin’ in her eye…..or just some other ol nasty, not appropriate for the mainstay type stuff.

The baler doesn’t have no D boobies….but she does kill them all, hands down in the below the waist region. Seeing her in them tights that she wears during her spinning class is what made….no, forced me to holler at her. Chick is bad. And she is really really super duper nice and sweet. I can trade medium large Bs and bangin legs and thighs for Ds and no real booty and skinny little chicken legs.

Randomness that is a happy BULLY

So, as I have said before, I don’t blog much when I am happy and I am not dealing with a bunch of buulllllshit in my life. Shit has been happening here and there nothing all that major. Nothing I can really make a whole blizzzog entry off of, so I will do the random entry shit.

This fuckin’ Industrial Engineering position is kinda getting me. But I like the jizzob, so I don’t mind too much. Matter of fact I plan on coming in tomorrow (Yeah, Saturday) on my own accord so I can get in some Pro/E time and not have to worry about being bothered by the I.E. crap. (Call me corporate America).

I am talking to a couple nice chicks. The HSC is still around, and then there is this chick I met at the gym. She is around 5-8, prolly weighs about 150-155, (I really like her size and height…..It just feels right when I hug her and stuff. Much better than the Model Chick’s and HSC’s tiny ass 5-2 and a buck 20 size one wearing asses) dark brown skin, works out like nobody’s business (Chick is thinking about doing a triathlon sprint next year). My type of chick. She is a real athlete. She played b-ball for a D-1 school. She is hella sweet and nice, and super girly (not prissy, though). I feel really comfortable with her, like I think I could go to sleep with her in the bed with me. And that doesn’t normally happen. I’m a little scared, though, 'cause she talks about me going to the N.O. with her and meeting her Family and all that. We might need a little brake pumpage on that one.

I’m kinda thinking about not kicking it with the HSC since I just wanna try to get to know the Baller (other chick from last paragraph).

I’m still working out. Trying to be cock diesel come the 27th birthday (Feb 2008).

I’m gonna be playing flag football this year. Yeah….I out weigh the average dudes by 100 lbs. How funny is that? I bet I’m still gonna be faster then some of them rat bastards too. I mean….I’m black and they are all white.

A dude pulled out a handkerchief during a meeting today, blew his nose into it, and put the hanky back in his pocket. That shit is fuckin’ gross.

That is all I got.