'If you expect some one to get you what you want, the only thing, maybe, they will give you, is what you need.'
...and then some times, they might not give you shit. I like holding conversations with people, women mostly. What I get when holding these convos is, 'where am I from?' I tell them New York City, you damn fool. For real, I say that. I say that with conviction, you have to have confiction when you speak. Mean what you say, and say what ONLY you know. If you know yourself..need I say more.
Found out that most women what a man to take care of them. That's all they want a man to do. Since a man is 'suppose' to be able to take care of himself, where does it say that a man 'has' to take care of a woman. I hear some saying the Bible, notice the capital B. If a man can take care of himself, he is sure to be able to do that for the woman in his life. When and after a while a man refuses to do this with the woman he is with, it is for a reason. That works both ways, but its simple for and of what said man wants of his 'woman'.
Yesterday on the bus, she had the thighs a man dreams of. Other thanher platic bag taking up the seat next to her, and she felt annoyed because I decided to sit in the only seat open, that was a nice resting place for her bag... at first she was annoyed because her thighs were rubbing up against mine. I'm a small person and I was sitting forward, blame it on you shape, your thighs. After a while, something happened. At first I thought I was an accident, she slightly elbowed me, but when she did it 2 more times, I removed my earbuds and asked her, yes? That question threw her off, who answers yes, I do. She wanted to know my name, so we held a convo on the bus and they were no one else on that bus, but yet ithwas crowded. She's married, seperated, bored, lonely and from wha I could tell, horny. Exchanged numbers and was told that I 'better call'. I did when I got home. Was told to relax, unwind and to come over. Address was 4 blocks away, and I did go. Stayed there until 1am,just talking. I am to come back again tonight. All she wants is company.
Before 9am, during the weekdays, I read 4 newspapers. I don't want to, its a force of habit. Its like when you take a shower. What's the first part of your body do you was with soap first? Me, my hair, then I work my way down. I read some where that 70% of people was their stomachs first. I'm trying to understand this. So, you mean to tell me...I was taught to wash from the top down.
So this guy who is running for Mayor of New York City, he won the Democratic Primary. I wonder if his family structure had anything to do with it. He is a White man, with a Black wife, who use to be a lesibian, who also has a Black son with an afro. Seems like he covered ALL demographics. Weiner, who at the very beginning was my man, even if I wasn't voting. He went from first place in the polls to almost last place and then...well he fucked up. Plenty of issues along the way. Calling one guy, grandpa at an AARP function. And not to mention...let's just say he had a hard time keeping in his pants and keeping his mouth shut. But what I think...'certain' people had him labeled as a hot head, and people were placed and maybe paid off to cause him to 'spaz out' at functions around town. Made for great sound bites for the 5pm news. The reason why I won't vote? NONE of them address the issues that I hold clear and dear to my heart. Like...
I know New York City is an expensive as city, but... its the working poor who HELP this city be the greatest city there is. Its the people who work in the background who work 2 jobs in order to make ends meet. All along the owners, which I have no problem with, but... they don't share in their profits with those working in the background. How much money is enough money?
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