So I'll go first,
Back in my TSA days, this cute little brown skin thing start working there. She was mad cool, extra goofy and funny.. Had a real nice appeal to her. She immediately thought I was hilarious. We hit it off pretty early.. Not like crazy early...I do have to admit my eyes were kinda opened up after we all met up at a bar after work one night. Seeing her in regular clothes....I was like damn.... You holding hunh?
So we start chatting more, hanging out just the two of us ..I didn't really shoot my shot or nuffin..... But we were friend definitely hanging out together a whole lot.
So one day, my boy hit me cuz he was tryna grab something.. Both him and his girl smoked heavy, and while I never sold directly, I often did middle man shit for my niggaz when I could.... And it just so happened when he hit me not only was I with her, I was at my homeboy house copping something for myself. So he like, yo grab something for me and bring it by.... I'm like bet
So we get to his house, and he see me with her, and like
"Oh, you chilling with her today?"
I'm all confused like, yeah, why you say it like that? He like of nothing never mind.
Didn't let it bother me much. Buuuuuuutttttttt like a few days later, she talking about we gotta talk n shit. And mind you NOTHING popped off with me and this shorty. We hung out at a few bars, I think we went to the movies. But that was my m.o in the early 20's, i was always the kinda guy that would hang out with a chick, and if shit popped off, great, if not, oh well
Well she really wanted to know what my intentions were with her. And I'm like where the fuck this coming from? And she all like she don't know how explain it. I just need to talk to my boys. I'm like... nigga what??
So I'm asking the niggaz I assumed she was referring to, and everybody acting all funny about talking about shit. So I'm like fuck it.... Everybody meet up at the one homie house so we can let whatever cat out the bag we need to let our
Basically, that same party she looked real good at, one if the homies gave her a ride home that night.
And according to him he ate her out, but that's all he did cuz he's married.
I'm like bruh..... You couldn't just say that?
And he's all like well you know I'm married, and I ain't want everybody to know. Plus it looked like y'all liked each other, and I ain't wanna stand in the way of that.
And I'm sitting here... It's like 3 niggaz. They all knew the shit.... They supposed to be my boys... At work at least....and NOBODY could say shit?
Shit fucked me up on multiple levels.
1. I wouldn't have cared about that shit.
2. It sound dumb that you just ate her out.
3. You prolly fucked
4. I still wouldn't have cared
5. I feel like y'all was watching me move like a dummy
I just couldn't get over the shit. It really let me know where I standed with them dudes.... Like it be one thing if just the one dude who fucked was keeping it cloae to the chest... But all three of them knew what shit... And all three of them were supposed to be the homies and not one of them said anything, cuz they thought I was really feeling shorty. I'm like bruh... There's way too many chicks in the world for that shit. Too many at the airport alone. Y'all was supposed to say something to me about that immediately and let me make my own moves. Not hide shit from me cuz y'all worried about a nigga feelings. That shit was just so dumb and really made me look at niggaz differently.