May 17, 2011 11:52
i been wondering since i got outta jail what the fuck was up with women. it's like the things i used to do no longer worked. instead, a whole new approach was needed to secure a female. wondering what it was, i did a lil research..
in '08, i started being " blown off ". before, this was just a practice gold diggers used and it was avoided because i avoided them. it happened a couple times before, but the caliber of the offending "lady" left me baffled by their actions, as i'd just move on to someone else and hear how fucked their lives are some years later. one girl got her dentures ran.. but that was all way b4 i met dixie. that year @ exel they started " bussing " residents from detroit. must be nice not having a car in the city that mass produced cars for the world. even nicer having a free ride for 3 months because after all, who can't save up for a ride after 3 months of free rides. apparently, NONE of them. and i'd have 2 hear their dumb ass views on things. one girl told me she wanted 2 be " friends ". like i'm gonna drive downtown on a regular basis to be a carless bitch's " friend ". another i didn't even hang with, she told me in a text before i even left inkster nothing was happening. bitch i got a 78 cougar what the fuck i look like going on a dry run. i better get something for my time..
talking to this alia girl i had known for a few years, we finally met @ belleville walmart one nite after work. now this girl, ever since she got her license, she's been riding out to the d. what's up with white girls riding from all over to go 2 the fuckin' d? and bypass decent niggas in all the cities between their hometown and the city limits. alia lived in MILAN. for those who don't know where it is, you take i-94 west til you hit us 23, then to go south for 15 minutes. and she's driving out 2 fuckin' roseville. tells me that guys out there are giving her gas money. that's when i realized that guys are out fuckin' up the game royally.
did she expect me to give her gas money to come drive to westland? i honestly can't recall many times a girl gave me gas money, and the times they did, it was girls i was already fucking with for awhile. NEVER got gas money off a girl for the 1st trip.
i remember back in '02 when i had the crown vic, riding across 8 mile all the time. i stopped doing that after a couple times of hanging with some 5's and 6's. one was a girl named nikki from warren. i drove all the way out there and all that happened was my 1st time going down on a bitch who ain't do ANYTHING in return. but she can let some broke ass half nigga walk over and give him some. i left and never went back but then 4 years later someone THOUGHT i fucked her and because of that had me wasting time riding to warren once again. like um 1. i never hit it 2. u gonna believe some guy on the net neither of us know? 3. if i did the fuck does it matter 4. fine fuck it time to air your dirty laundry...maybe i'm off the point.
as the year progressed i kept running into women that i'd talk to, make plans, and then when the weekend came they'd come up with some hoe ass excuse OR, they wouldn't even hit me up. i learned later that summer that the guy is supposed to holla at the girl, make the texts because no one makes calls anymore, make the plans, pick the girl up, spend money, and wait for the woman to wanna put out...maybe if i wasn't mr. hit it the 1st nite i'd be down for that, but it sounds like tricking.
speaking of which, i'm noticing alot of talk on that topic. so instead of doing the dating process, you just toss a girl some change and get the coochie. sounds easier, but once again, i'm known for hitting it as cheaply as possible. way i see it, gas was getting high round then. the simple act of me driving to see your ass should be enough. especially since i kept hearing dumb ass shit like " no one goes out that way " referring to the westland romulus wayne inkster dearborn hts area. if no one goes out here, then how do all the businesses stay open? maybe i just shoulda not talked to dumb asses.
then i discover mocospace.com. really, i discovered guys taking the bus out to westland from the east side, buying a couple beers, and getting some off amber. really.. then i got on moco. all i ever ran into were 2 types of women. the ones that only want bread off a nigga, and the ones that aren't looking for anything. if you don't want shit, why you on a networking site wasting time and bandwith? even more so, why do you have 1000 friends you don't talk to? then you had women who wanna find a girl for them and their man. no single guys. thing is, if u got a girl who's looking for that, all she finds are women that wanna fuck ya girl but don't even want you to know about it...
as far as im concerned the internet ain't a place to meet people anymore. i'd hear some talk about it like it was some new thing. i mean, i was on the net in the 90's during dial up access, and remember how shit got good when cable internet came out. of course, that was over 10 years ago. those just now using the net are missing out on ALOT. and because of that, some are dumb as fuck. then we got those with delusions of granduar. only on the net can an obese female with 3 kids, no job, and never had a car get guys to tell them how sexy they are(n't) and get their heads blown up. for instance, i was on moco not 2 long ago talking to a person like that. all i wanted was convo. for the last 2 weeks i've had a huge photo of me & kelly as my newest comment. plus the relationship status. so then she wants 2 get mad i got a girl and not only delete me and tell me not 2 talk 2 her, but then start posting shit about me on her page. only reason i knew was cuz kelly told me, i ain't feel the need to check up on some fat carless bitch. if i wanted 2 fuck up my shocks with plumpers i woulda kept mandi around. but basically, that's how it is...
instead of chatting with someone in im's or chat rooms, you get their number and text. no phone calls either, the only ppl who make those usually are the ones who always ask to use your phone and have this thought process that everyone has a metro. the routine now is talk to someone on a site and communicate through mails on the site. except most women have a thousand people they don't even talk to and full mail boxes. some even do mass deletes so chances are the mail you sent never gets read. like with myspace, you could tell if someone read your message but didn't respond, until you send them a mail cussing that bitch out. shit, i had this one nigga's crazy baby mama send me an add on myspace after everyone went 2 facebook. i send a message asking " who is this? " i go on a week later to see she read it, but ain't respond...so then i send a " well fuck you then " mail and when i check it again, she responds the same fuckin' day...telling me i didn't have to add her if i didn't want to. see? proof right there most women just want a high friends count and don't care if they know a single person...
so i mean, i'm supposed to do ALL the work. i gotta play the patience role, waiting for the woman to show me her attentions. BUT, i'm also only supposed to talk to one girl at a time. because if i do the logical role of talking to multiples due to the fucked up process, they get mad like you're dating them even tho u don't even have the bitch's number...and meanwhile, they're flirting with a ton of guys! last i checked, women went for guys based on what they have. but lately all u gotta have is a dick to talk to a girl. you keep hearing shit bout u gotta have a job a crib, be "mobile" and all this for a broad that ain't got a pot to piss in. maybe that's why some guys would rather risk stds and ending up on johntv and their car getting mobbed by the police than doing it the normal way...
i realize now why i ended up with kelly when i did. also, why i don't want another. the shit i'd have to go thru just to date a girl, i can see myself nuttin' up the second i get the number. relationships are 50-50. if you can't meet me even 10% of the way, then resign yourself to a simple fact: your 50th birthday will be spent alone in a 1 room apartment with a bunch of cats floating around, wondering what happened to your life and dealing with some horny niggas in their 20's wanting " some cougar pussy ". choice is yours