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won't elaborate on my week end, t'was dull.
i'mma just wrap up the T. story.
so yah that day he came back, all confident n shit. at 1st i didn't wanna open the door.but then i was longing for some serious name-callin' and ass-kickin'. so i open my door, j'dis rien, just cross my arms and look at him.
he was silent too for a while, just lookin' at me, smiling. all i wanted to do was slap that dumb-ass grin out of his face. but pb is: he is very very tall and am kinda shortish so i didn't wanna make a fool out of myself, tryin' to reach his cheek and slap the living hell out of him. so i stayed there, waited for the next bullshit to come my way. didn't have to wait long.
" i missed u. am sorry"
fuck, can't he at least b original? i was so pissed by then, my right eye started twitchin' real bad. he knows my body language so he kinda smelled trouble comin' and backed of a little. good, i thought. the man doesn't have a death wish.
when i didn't answer, he went on.
"listen, i know i been an ass but i miss u. i want u back"
silence...
"please, don't make me beg. u know i've tried my best. i promise u i've changed"
huh? so what else is new?
"T, what do u want from me?"
"i've told u, i want u back"
ooohhhhhh! he wants me back. i should be so fuckin' grateful that such a rich, huge man wants me. why was i being so stupid?
hey, stupid i was, stupid i will remain:
"well, news flash T: u can't have me back"
"why?"
why? WHY? geez! the man is DAS (Dumb AND Stupid)? WHY?
can u believe?
but, hey i thought. he wanna play dumb? fine. i sure can roll wit' dat.
" oh, why!!! umm, let's see: could it be because u can't form a sentence without lying? or because u can't keep your enormous dick in your pants? oh, even because u fucked my fucking friend? or to make it real simple, it could be because i just don't want u anymore?"
il prend une mine miserable (this is called the "pity-card"). he seemed really hurt, poor thing.
i guess by then il est a court de mots (told ya, the man is DAS). tout ce qu'il trouve a dire c'est:
"okay, i understand. (pause pause pause. i fight hard to keep my mouth shut)
listen, just come have dinner with me, we'll talk it over, i'll explain. and i got a new car, wanted to take u for a drive"
i take a step out, look at the parking area, and sure enough there's a brand new ferrari there.
" that your new car?" i ask
"yah. it's my new baby.(all proud he was. u shoulda seen the look on his face.)
"well, i don't wanna have dinner, and i sure don't wanna go for a drive in your car"
"come on, gimme a chance to explain"
God! i was feeling tired of the whole stupid conversation.
explain what? il n'y avait rien a expliquer. oh, pt'etre qu'il a trebuche et est tombe par accident dans les vagins de toutes ces femmes!
" listen, i don't want u to explain shit. i don't want anything to do with u no mo'. kapish?"
now he was pissed(poor thing is not used to being rejected. he's so rich, u understand.)
"why are u playing hard to get? wassup with your ass? u think u all dat? u think i'm gonna beg u? fuck girl, just hear me out"
this is called the "anger-card" y'all.
"T, i don't have the energy to listen to your bullshit. just get the fuck out of my face."
"don't u love me? i know i am the one 4 u. everything will be great from now, i've told u i've changed"
"sweetheart, lemme put it this way: u not the one for me. and for that matter, u not the two or the three or the four. DO YOU UN-DERS-TAND???(i said those words real slow and real loud, as if he was a mentally slow. that did it: he just turned around and left with his bottle of wine.
the car was really nice, mind. too bad it belongs to an official asshole).
okay, i gotta b honnest: i felt really miserable and lonely afterwards. all i wanted to do was call him and swear my undyin' love. but i didn't. i resisted, i didn't betray myself for once in my pathetic life: i was so proud my head was changin' to an abnormal size!
guys, i didn't know one could be so miserable and so happy at the same time.
but seriouly: some men are just TOO MUCH.
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