Let it snow, Let it snow.

C.O. has been on my mind ever since I explored that smooth chocolate body and rock hard cock.  Patience is a virtue, but I am not exactly a pinnacle of virtue. So last time we hooked up (misadventures and Mike and Ikes.)  we discussed enjoying the next snow-in together.  And we made it happen.  I invited him into my world, temporarily...

Booboo is on point.  He comes prepared.  Quarter of some yummy exotic buddz.  Fifth of the Hennesey.  Double Coronas. And Seven sevenths of chocolate dutchie rillos for twisting.  Hey, thats a lucky number.  (And of course, a whole big cock paired with two gold wrapper-magnums, which fit the him like they were eloquently tailored to do so by Ralph Lauren himself.)  Match to what I had cooking up for the evening I was expected to be spending on me...well its all good.

I got the kids settled and its time for chillaxin time.  His purpose...he just want me to relax.  Easier said then done in my world, but I'm diggin it...and then some.  Im trying so hard not to be rude...but I am in fact an icy hearted bitter bitch at this point.

Fact of the matter is, this is a fine specimen He's just perfectly laid back, with a gorgeous smile, well adjusted attitude, and a ridiculous amount of exuded sexiness.  Grown man status too, manages his own.  I like the possibilities.

Some how he reminds me of the good old back in the days.  Cruisin around with a fly azz nigga, sexy with his half shut eyelids.  Surrounded by sweet sess smoke and clouded vision on a sunny day.  


But there was zero comfort.  Ive drawn the conclusion that you really do indeed need to get to know someone BEFORE exploring sexual compatibility.  It was too easy to fall out of it, and be elsewhere in my mind.  Oh, such a crying shame!

My phone is blowing up.  Again.  I thought i turned it off, but it didn't listen.  Plus there was ringerburn.  You know, when you set personal ringtones to personal people.  This is what happens when you try to be a juggler, but you are a really awful clown.  You know a dirty, cigar smoking one?  And a female at that?  Yuk.  The mirror can be pretty tormental sometimes.  Keep the pimp hand strong?  No, I need to regain delicacy, because I am a lady.  HA!

While the sex that night was pretty good, from what I can remember, it was pretty damn good but missing...that something.  That extra oomph.  Ugh, gotta redeem it yet again.  Also, he 'slipped' and ass raped me.  Thats not fun.  I mean you gotta ease it in.  I guess we were both a lil under the intoxicated spell of good budd and brown liquor.  Awkward. 

Unfortunately, morning came pretty quickly.  And the snow kinda made things a lil crazy.  He tried to leave, but after sliding down a hill in the mess outside, he decided to come back in.  A-ok with me.  Lets make the best of it.

The only problem is, I gotta be a hundred different people at once during the day.  Im trying to be supermom, crafting diva, internet junkie, textual relationship guru, julia childs, AND now find attention for this dude?  This is a challenge.  Maybe Im really not ready for inviting  anyone else into my world right now.  Shoulda left it as a get out the house, me time, you time kinda thing.  Enter panic.

I did manage to get some alone time with him, and he broke my back out, literally.   I think I impressed him with my collection of condoms and lubes.  Not that I do this often or anything...

Ground breaking orgasm.  I felt like a Jill Scott track... "Must.  Remember.  To Thank Him.  Later"
I wish I could just stay still for a moment and get into this man.  If only...bad timing.

He cant stand cigarette smoke.  I can respect that.  It is in fact the nastiest habit known to man kind.  I can actually feel its gross, sticky hot hands strangling me and my airways from the inside out.  This is NOT a good look.  So, I take 'me' time every so often...cigarette breaks alone so i can get it in, and hell play with my phone and entertain the masses while i do so.  Big mistake.

Fact is, this man was at my house for 2 days, and I know little about him.  Not because there had to be any secrecy or anything, I just didn't take the time to give the matter attention.  Bad timing.  And timing is everything.   I have a relationship with my phone.  And the 10 textual relationships I have going on at once.  Shoulda put it down...but bad timing. 

The long stir-crazy day is coming to an end, and I again find time to give attention to this whole situation.  But I hit that bottle...and it was a wrap.  Drunk Miz Indecisive is like Miz Indecisive to the tenth power.  I interupted our chill time for a cig and a drunk phone call to my home girl.  But, this is my comfort zone, this is what I do, so why should I do anything else?

I came back out of my room, and Im pretty sure I just passed out.  Ooops. I forgot.

The next morning was super awkward as he dressed and left.  He was not a happy camper.  I could feel it.  Rather than wait around for his call...I texted him...yes the demons of the single girl outta the city lies purely in sms messaging.  Swear.

So he tells me he heard me on the phone talking shit about him, and that was greazy.  He said he hoped I enjoyed entertaining my friends on the phone.  While it was ok while it lasted, take care mama.

Misunderstanding!  How could he be so vain!  I told my homegirl that he is supa-mc-fly and Im luvin it like Mcdonalds.  That I wanna put the hurtin on him...be a good woman to cook and care for a man how a woman should.  And then went on to talk about Assclown, Trouble and OhLaLa (all seperate posts, hold on, Im getting there...)

I tried to call him, no answer, and sent him a book of texts of explanation of my mistake and how I'd love to actually comunicate with him for real some time.  Oh well, win some lose some...but this took a bite outta me.

Maybe men aren't made to be disposable.  Considering my longest relationship since the torment of crazy-beat-my-ass-sicko fucked me up has been maybe 6 weeks in the past 4 yrs...maybe I need to reevaluate. 

Have I really become that accustomed to the bus analogy by professor Gucci?   Miss one next one cumming.  Ironically, this was his FaceBook status when we 'friended'.  Again, the laws of attraction are at work.  Overtime.