So it's 5:30 a.m. and I am awaken by a ring from my phone. Remember that friend I
told you about who had that little sailboat (maybe not little) situation, well apparently the plot thickens.
Ok, I totally do not encourage entering relationships with strangers but it gets boring in the winter time. To be honest, the situation should have been squashed after not one but two rounds of disappointing sex. Samantha said it best on Sex and the City, "Do me bad once shame on you, do me bad twice shame on me." But my friend is a bit of a hopeless romantic, so the whole boyfriend character was right up her alley. From my understanding she likes him but he is annoying as hell, not to mention lies so much. Like dude really must have self esteem issues because she can't even socialize without him claiming that he with some bitch in an attempt to make her jealous. I hate when dudes play with that spiteful ish, with me that is only adding fuel to the fire. Challenge me and I will raise you double. But like I said, my friend is a little more understanding. But when a so-called "relationship" is a headache after a few weeks, it is clearly a waste of time. I give it to her, she has more patience that I ever had. The fact that she even entertained this DV character, who has apparent bitch characteristics, is respectable. If you ask me, the ninja is a little suspect, pretty boys be on the DL these days. (He had questionable taste in sexual activity or so I've heard)
I never doubt that she truly liked him but little boys demand a lot of time, which is impossible when you have another life. Between school, family and trying to figure out which guys is right for her, she has very little times to play games. Let me explain something about me and my friends, we can be wifey material and still juggle more than one priority at a time. You can not put all your marbles in one barrel or bet it all on one, not a safe bet. The chances of him turning out to be more than what he looks like was a crap shoot. Maybe there is depth, maybe not.
The call was interesting, she seemed a little shaken up and confused. As I listen to her explain the past few weeks, I felt for her. I know firsthand what it feels like to try to make something work when the truth is that maybe it's not meant to be. The coward had nerve enough to text her that he was "done". I told her that no one wants anyone to call their bullshit card (which she had done on Friday) and that was probably what caused his bitchassness. He must've really gotten in somewhere because she was upset. But hey you live, you love, and sometimes you learn. I gave her some encouraging words explaining she really wasn't enriching her life by playing games with him. I mean dude couldn't hold an adult or intelligent conversation, his "D" game was officially wack, and he wasn't really doing much to inspire her. She explained that he was cute and she was bored, a lethal combination. I don't want to seem like a male basher, trust me as an official player I never hate, but homie needs work. His first mistake was even going there with her. Don't gas anyone up, like why lie? She is sweet but not necessarily someone to try to run game on. None of us are rookies at this point, please come correct. I respect game, I can't respect someone conducting themselves in a trick manner. "Oh what a tangle web we weave when we conspire to deceive." Apparently, he took advantage of the fact that she like him so she tolerated his BS tactics. (You wonder they call you bitch.....smh)
Hopefully, they will work it out because I really don't want this to break her spirit. My girl is a bit of a firecracker and is one flame away from going off. But if it really is done, then I recommend that she take one dose of Biggie's "Another" mixed with Kim's verse in "Get Money" and get the eff over it. Smh....I'm so tired of hearing about this boy but hey I would've risk a few hurt feelings for a little rendezvous. I knew he wasn't ish but I try to be optimistic that guys will be for real.(Yes, even I can be a hopeless romantic)
I'm impatient and slightly jaded which may mean that once my limbs become parallel, I'm done. Like Pac said, "Bury me a G."
Note: Got to be careful out here. Trust all instincts and intuition, they are never wrong.
Peace....B.
{{Refer to the previous Yacht and Sailboat post for the complete story}}
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