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Am I wrong for wanting, now mind you, I am a full blooded man. Am I wrong for wanting the duaghter also?

No, not at the same time, but yes, in the same night. I mean her daughter... Not shabby at all. Nice shape, meaning not skinny and has curves. Those crazy color contacts in her eyes. Her Blondish red hair, which is a weave, a lace weave? Tats in the small of her lower back...looks like it was down on some one's back porch on a dare. But, sure as long as Red Fire Engines and dogs that pee on Fire Hydrants...I would do her until she started babbling like an idot. Strange shit too, she knows I will.

Asked ne did I have any guys friends that wouldn't mind having her hang out at their crib for about a week and likes to have sex & smoke weed. I have no guy friends...wait, let me make a call.

It Amazes Me How Some People...

...just don't think. THINK!!

I too, some times at times don't just take a nano second to think before I react. I hear that voice, you know that voice that tells you sometimes...NO, DON'T !! Yeah, that one. I ignore it too, but not ALL the time.

Listen, if any female and I do me ALL females. If you're going to meet a man you met online for the first time, there are warning signs. Some say, 'if he doesn't have a job...', no not that warning sign. The sign..he doesn't have a girlfriend or wife, no kids, or has this and that. Those freakin' signs. No, not the ones..he doesn't have a car. Hell a female wants a man to have a car so that she can always have a way to get from point A to Point B.

I say this because my friend who I went to visit for the weekend, she is coming to visit me for a week. She is also bringing her daughter who met a man from the same website. But the day before, no 2 days before, they couldn't get a hold of him on his cell phone. He claims something or another that she was dailing the wrong number, but when my friend called from her phone, he picked up. Warning sign number one. Number 2. EVERY GROWN ADULT knows how to get around within NYC subways and bus system. Damn near everyone has a smartphone, right? Getting directions from..let's say Brooklyn to The Bronx, an address..go to your smartphone and ask Google. Number 3, that just getting out of the shower mess and he didn't hear the phone ringing. Put it to you this way... You know she is coming to see you, so you know if anything, you're having sex. That phone should and would be sitting by the bathroom door, it being slightly ajar to keep it from building up mositure, with the volume up as high as it fucking goes. Those warning signs.

What upsets me is that the fact if this flake flakes through, the daughter will either be staying with her, the mother in the room. But moms isn't having it, so she probably have to pay for a weeks stay for the daughter, which will be about $1500. Oh well. So, I will have to play...wait, I didn't mentioned that the daughter also bought along her OWN daughter. Okay let me see if I have this right. The daughter bought along her own daughter to meet this man she met online for the first time. To me, things aren't going to go along as planned for my friend for her weeks visit with me.

I'm about 10 blocks away by bus. I'm gonna see what type of Cluster Fuck this going to turn out into.

On Monday, December 9th 2013....

...I was fired from my job. To say I didn't see it coming, well that's not true.

In the past, as with this job, I was having fun. Showing up to work an hour before time. being happy to be working with the people I was working with and doing my job. But all of that changed during the summer months. I started seeing things for the way there are. So, when the weather started turning cold, I was no longer having fun at work. This is what changed.

I asked during the summer time that I wanted to be one of the Line Cooks. I was told by the Chef that the only way was if some one quit, got fired or left. # months later, some one got fired, a Line Cook. I was told to put in for the position when The Chef, by The Chef, when he came off of vacation. The day he returned< I told him I wanted to apply for the position. He told me that 'they' are going a different way to fill the spot. One, a graduate from a culinary school, and you have to speak Spanish & French. I thought that this was unfair, but that's what 'they' wanted. I searched out to find out who this 'they' are.

I went through the chain, and no one would tell me who this 'they' is, or even if they existed. I went to The Building Manager, who is a Veteran, whom I never had any problems with. Our meeting ended with him saying that I was bullying him and I was being insubordinate. Upon clocking out and leaving, HR came down and ask for my ID, and told me my services were no longer needed. Fine.

Its been a couple of weeks now, and I have some things to say about what happened, my point of view. I REFUSED TO CONFORM TO THEIR RACIST BULLSHIT is why I was fired. All I did was ask questions, wanted some answers. Oh, was I suppose to be the 'good nigger' and just do what I was told, accept the answers I was given, and shuffle my Black Ass off and say, 'you're right, I don't qualify for the position, what was I thinking'.No, I wasn't raised that way.

But its okay, there are other jobs out there, its just takes time for one to come my way.

I Went, I 'Came', and I Left.

Clicked on her online, said I would come and see her, even though she was 7 hours away by bus.

Okay, her profile picture...she is a big woman. Her profime picture...let's just say, the front...okay, layers. The back..oMFG!! Ass tight as all hell!!

Should I get all graphic and turn this post into a Penthouse Letter to The Editor, make it hot and steamy, I should, but...no, not gonna do it. But I will say this to any woman who is reading this. Men, if you have a woman that you know who SHOULD read the following...please feel free to print it out and hand it to those woman, so that they should know. I'm gonna be honest.

First let me say, 'I'm not afraid of no ghost'. Takes a lot to frighten me. The bigger they are, more of a challenge. See, she tried to scare me, ask me in a text, do I know how to 'stand up in it'. Stand up my ass, I ran a marathon on, around and in her ass. Average size woman and woman who are rail thin, take heed to what I am about to say. Big Beatutiful Women, Big Boned Women, Fat Ass Women..there is a reason why they love us slim slender guys. Its like this, we have been training all our lives for women like the before mention. Yes, we may lack the muscles on muscles, the 6 pack, but there is one thing we skinny guys do kinow how to do. We know how to fit into tight places.

Okay, google, 'Boston Crab, wrestling move'. Got it? Saw it? Need I say any more? That move, will make and college graduate, evn from Yale, Havard mind you, a female of course, become a babbling idiot. Its not something I achieve to do, its not something of a move. Its like McGuyver, he uses whatever he has on hand. It soeant work on every feel of that nature, but then again it does.

Okay, sex is just plain old sex, no matter how you look at it. Its what you do before hand, what you do prior to the act. Talk, dinner and watching movies. Talking just about anything. Since I was staing in a hotel, she took me to her house and showed me around the neighbrhood. The neighborhood...think of the most eatern part of Long Island...with the people having little next to nothing. Not all, but some. No aprtment building, houses. But there are complexes. I found out that people there say they couldn't live like how we do in The Bronx, in apartment buildings. They can't imagine having a family living over them. And when I told them that the building I live in is 33 stories tall, with 12 apartment, 1 & 2 bedroom apartments on each floor, they say they can't live like that. Then again, I can't see myself living where she lives, a couple of miles short of Canada.

I will try to make anothyer trip up there at the end of January or before the 2nd week of Febuary. To be honest.. Listen, I'm moving on to this jamaican woman now, in The Bronx. She knows of my trip, but still wants a face to face.

Still at It

...I clicked on her picture and read her profile. Then I clicked on her pictures...to see who she really is. Pictures say and tell a lot about a person.

First let me say this, I'm quite sure I am not the only man alive that looks at a woman's ass, butt. You women know we do and so of you take a lot of pride on showing us men what a great looking ass you've got. Womenshow it off by the clothes they wear. Sure, some say that that's not the reason they wear such shape revealing clothes...BULLSHIT!! Which leads me to...

I'm sorry, I was..I think I was born at night, but not last night. Some of you women...that shape of your ass, that defintion of YOUR ass, did not come from you working out and waching what you eat. How I know? Us men, well just look at your stomach, you enjoy eating and there is nothing wrong with that. True, in some women, its passed down from generation to generation in the women in their bloodline just to have, to e born with as they get older and mature, they just have a great looking ass without soing anything. Its just handed down and passed along the gene pool. Its the other women whose asses only come from one thing...having sex and plenty of it. These women give themselves away with asses like this. How? By having a shit load of kids...sometimes by different guys. Nothing wrong with that. Where the issue comes is where you try to play it off by saying stupid crazy shit like..'I'm not a booty call', 'it isn't about sex all the time', 'Im not a jump off'. Oh really, so when did you stop all of this? Its shit like that they say that's just doesn't make sense.

Okay, back to this women who profile I clicked on...which was on a Monday. See, I knew something was up when she asked for my telephone number, I emailed it to her. I wasn't sitting by my phone waiting on her call either, if she calls, she calls. Besides, some womejust collect numbers to make themselves feel good about themselves. But she called 4 hours later. I had missed the call cause my phone is always on vibrate. She Text Blast me, asking me how come I'm not picking up and returning her text. Hell, I was at work and so was she. At this point I still ahvent heard her voice or spoke to her live.

Tuesday. Found out she has 2 jobs theu text messenging. Best time is to catch her between 2 and 3pm. Text her that I wanted her to leave a voice message on my phone so I can hear her voice. When she called me on Monday, she didn't leave a message. Well, she called and I didn't answer, so she left a message. Young sounding voice, which is a bonus, being that she is 51 years old. And, she is Jamacian. Texted her back that she sounds cute over the phone. Tuesday afternoon total text received and sent totaled 110, and I haven't spoke to her in person yet.

Wednesday. After all those text, we sort of established something. I found out..she works hard at her 2 jobs. She is a care provider, and has been doing it for almost 15 years. Also found out, and she said it was many many years ago, she had her heart broken. Her boyfriend from the islands, since she was 14, she married him there, and bought him here. She provided everything for him, and then he fucked up.New York City just got him wide the fuck open. Saw other women from his country and they was they were living their fast ass life, and he wanted to be a part of that. He cheated and she kicked him out. She told me that she didn't care if he couldn't find a job, she was willing and was taking care of him. All he had to do was just 'be there'. Be there as her friend and as her husband. He couldn't so that for her. She was devasted and couldn't believe it was happening to her. She divorced him and took to working hard, but there was and is something missing. She told me a good man in her life. Wednesday night we talked over the phone while she was at work. She called me and said 'just talk to me', so I did.

We talked for 4 hours, with me doingmost if not all of the talking. She was at work, in the breakroom and her female co workers were sitting right there and she didn't or couldn't speak a freely as she wanted to. I questioned why she was talking so low keyed and she told me that her co workers are there. I told her so what, talk to me, don't worry about what they hear when you speak to me, they will learn something more about the person you really are. So she did. Funny thing, when she had to make her rounds, co workers told her, don't worry about it, continue your conversation. This surprised her. I told her people are like that. See, you not only were telling me me about you, but you were also letting your co workers know you're a human being and they were happy that you were showing the human side of you. But there was something I had to share with her.

I told her that this Friday that I am going out of town tomeet another person who I meet from the website, this was set up a month and a half ago. I could tell in her voice that she was kind of broken hearted. She told me on Friday she wanted to take me to the movies. I told her to hold off seeing the movie, we can gosee it together or do whatever you want to do when I come back. But I don't know if she is interested in seeing me anymore, have to wait and see.

It goes to say, I'm not looking for a girlfriend, just friends and dating. Now my discription of being 'Friends' may be different from what any women wants. Women can't, or some say they don't sleep with Friends, I do, plain and simple. I'm too old to have a girlfriend. But I will reach out to her later on and see what happens.

I'm just honest...mainly to myself, and then others.

Monday...Cyber...One Each

I don't even know why Cyber Monday still exsits. I mean during the year you find and can get eals online at any time of the year. I guess if you find something, order it, maybe...just maybe you will get it by Christmas time.

I honestly think that some women get off on having 'virtual' friends, friends online. Not only men, but women too can be anything they want online. Its when the two personalities cross, meet in real life. Some think that NYC issuch a big place, when in fact its really small. Ya never know when some one knows. Do you sit back and watch it, them implode? Or, do you step up and say something. Me, I distance myself from the situation to save embarassment.