I Serious...WTF!!!

 A few weeks ago, I had the then pleasure to meet a decent woman. I mean she wasn't explosive, nasty...nothing like that at all. Then...

Then the other night, I went over to her house. Of course I was invited. I told her I couldn't stay long because I have a curfew, 11pm. I should have known..and I'm somewhat kicking myself in the ass STILL, I should have known it wasn't going to be a good evening when she drank from a 40oz bottle of beer which I say had about 5 cigarettes' butts in it

I don't know how the conversation started, but it started like all other conversations I have with women. I asked her bout herself. It would be 5, 7 minutes later...why for all that is Holy did I ask her to tell me about herself. The conversation went from zero to 2,000mph in like half a second. She told me that she thinks and knows for sure that I am a weak minded person and that I couldn't handle a women like her. That I couldn't and can't deal with the pain that she and others that she knows will inflict on me on HER behalf. I played back in my head what I thought might have gone all Rambo on me...nothing that I could think of. Then it hit me, she's suffering from sort of disorder that she hasn't told me about just yet.

Turns out that she has a boyfriend who lives on the other side of town who is a drunk, but says she knows how to keep him in line. How she goes about doing this, she punches him in his chest and he just backs the fuck down. I asked more about him, which I found out was the VERY wrong thing to do, but I didn't know. I swear in nano seconds she went form loving him to tearing his fucking head off. Also she threw in what he and her would do to me. I question myself so many times on hat I might have done or said, that I just gave up trying to figure the shit out. And then like that, she started lifting her basket ball jersey up.

(Confession Time) I haven't had a good old fashion blow the fucking pipe out fuck in...I don't even know when. And I know yanking my own chain doesn't even come close to counting as sex. I haven't even done that..in four months Officially I haven't had sex in over a year. Right here, right here and NOW I was about to get knee deep in. Yeah right!! What I thought was her pulling what jersey up and over her head was ONLY showing me the gun in her waistband. Turned out it was only a pellet gun.

Twenty minutes later with no sex whats so ever, I left angry as fuck. Then I remembered, I gave her my number. This meeting happened two days ago. She hasn't stopped texting me. She told me in 12 inch long paragraphs, FIVE of them at a time...that I wasn't shit, and that I should learn to take my time with and on her. I didn't force anything I swear. I didn't even make a move on or towards but apparently she thinks I did. Not that color matters to me, but this one was White and very fucking attractive. This is what I gathered from her texts.

That I am soft and I wouldn't be able to protect. That I probably could and can 'slang' some good dick, (her words)...and that she would enjoy it and want me all the time but.. But something isn't connected in her head. Either that or something is short circuited up there that's beyond repair. And that her neighbors, friends and maybe her own damn family learned to live with her and her ways. 

Okay, I'm not good on the phone talking...but if you text me, I'll text you right back when I see it. This child told me that she is thru with me and that I'm not to text her any more. Okay..well stop fucking texting me first thing in the morning. You text me, I'm going to text you back. I can't and won't ignore anyone's text messages, I'm not built like that.

I admitted..I may have came on too strong to her in the beginning. I don't have time to just fuck around with small talk. She knew what I was talking to her for and about, she is t stupid. And no, I didn't just go all in on her either. She started the conversation with..'Mist men think they can handle me on the street and in the bed, but hey can't.' Hell, what man doesn't like a challenge. I think she all of a sudden found out that she wasn't dealing with a man from Virginia, but she knew where I was from also. 

She has t stopped texting me. She she wants me to come back over to her house and I won't.