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The very first job I had when I came to Virginia was at a Bakery. One of my coworkers told me that I had a problem with dating women with children, little kids. That at some time in my past, a relationship with a women with children gave me a bad experience. No!! It wasn't that, it's this...

I can understand w relationship with a man who some women say is a man of their dreams. But having children with that man is a whole different story. Gone are those nights together alone, peaceful and quiet. Gone are those days when if you have a disagreement, the two of you work it out. The woman is left raising that child mostly. Where as thean is suppose to be out earning to support his kid and the mother of his child.

Somewhere along the line the woman, in my opinion thinks the man is out there living it up..doing what the fuck he wants to, and then comes home to her screaming and raising hell because she has spent the major part if her day taking care of OUR child. Men, you lose in this battle, but you still can TRY to win the war.

Most of the time the woman ends up leaving the father if her child. And most of the time the woman goes thru maybe two, three more times and children doing the same thing over again. Hook up, relationship, pregnancy and then separation. And here's where I come along.

First off.. I am not trying to be that father figure to your child...for the simple reason the kid will not listen to me PERIOD!! In fact the kid might be laughing their asses off thinking I'm gonna come in and try to control them. Kids aren't stupid, doesn't matter how young they may be, they are not stupid.

Now throw in a woman who is half my age of 61 and has a nine year old boy. Hes use to being and having mommy all to himself and the. I come along and has mommy in her bedroom behind closed doors. A lock bedroom door will cause a nine year old to lose his SHIT! Believe me, I fucking know. This mine year old sis shit on purpose. Shit like peeing his bed, just walk up to his mother a d slap the fuck out of her fir no damn reason at all. I sat back and stared him in his eyes and there was that look of..' Take THAT motherfucker.' Oh, he's nice and sweet when it was time for me to leave...'Goodbye Mr. Michael.' When I first heard that, I said to myself you Devil Motherfucker, I am aware of your game..and it is SO fucking in you wouldn't believe. I did a little experiment. I told him tomorrow I want to ask him.something. You know what this fuxker said. He said..'Okay, what are you bringing me.' I wanted to toss his ass up against the wall..repeatedly, but I didn't. But when I returned the next day, first words out of his mouth..'Where is my gift'. He didn't say present, this fuxker said GIFT! Gift as in 'I am letting you enter my Kingdom what precious gifts have ye bought before me?' MY FOOT IN YIUR ASS!!

Yeah and the mother sees none of this happening or going on with her child because I am behind close doors taking her I to Zombie Mode. What Zombie Mode? It's when a woman has orgasm ssi many damn times that that 5th..or maybe the first or second orgasm cause her eyes to role to the back of her head, her thighs quiver..quiver NOT shake you Newbies..and after I pull out to regroup, she is still orgasming. Yeah, I'm like that. So she could care less what her son is doing, saying and acting..it's, when are we going into the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen..fuck it, right here in the living room floor, jsy give that shit to me again. So I'm dealing with that.

I told myself not to mess with a woman so young, but she has it all when it comes to a body. Not to mess with a woman who has a young child..but she never has experience what we are about to do..so it's a challenge for me. And no, I'm not trying to get her to call in Love, I am getting her to enjoy this type of Love making and a sexual encounter. So it's all my fault.

Already she has told me not to yell at her in her house..and I want even yelling. It was she did t want to hear what I had to say and thru that in which did what it was suppose to do..shut me the fuck up. I know what is about to happen on my end. I'm just going to stop coming to her home, coming up with some excuse time after time until she gives up calling, texting and asking me if I am still coming over.

I have to admit it though, I enjoyed .asking Love to her, I really did but.. 

It's not you, it's m.. Naw it's you for real.