The Unreal Gays of the MidSouth

I had another date with CJ from the previous post last night. He was late. Anyone who knows me, knows that I detest tardiness but I didn't give him too hard of a time since he showed up with wine. We were going to see Hercules but due to the late hour and the wine thought it best not to. He suggested going downtown to walk on the river, which sounded great. I figured the date was salvageable at this point. Boy was I wrong! He was pulled over for going 7 miles over when we got downtown. He said he thought the speed limit was 45. The cop said it was but they just changed it after construction started. We decided to shake that off and proceed to the river. As soon as we park CJ says, "Uh oh here comes my ex," and a tall, angry light skinned man appears at the driver's side window. He addresses me for some reason and then calls CJ a liar and a loser and says he's been having mail sent to his house. Well they did live together... The man is mad because a check for $18 was sent to his house?? Really? He rants and raves for about 10 minutes and leaves. We still decided to walk for a bit to shake the awkwardness. Dude drives back through but didn't stop or say anything. We decide to leave. I noticed that he's driving a camaro like the one CJ said he had before. The ex had called him saying that he had to let both his infinity and CJ's camaro go back and that he needed him to send 7k cause he had no car. Funny... CJ's the liar but you're driving a camaro that went back to the dealer. Last night fucking sucked worse than reality tv! Who's up all night to get lucky? Not me!

Chris-crossed and well-shaken

I met yet another guy named Chris a couple of weeks ago. He seems like a really nice guy and he's very much into me. He's employed and mobile which is an unusual combination for me as of late. I'm still not fully over the last Chris so I'm really not sure how to proceed or if I even should. I have a tendency to push people away and he recognized that almost immediately. He's extremely attentive and compassionate. Sounds like I should be head over heels, right? I'm running scared. I don't want to be hurt or hurt him so I'm not sure what to do. I'm kinda in a holding pattern. I think I pushed too hard last night though. Didn't even get a good morning text today. I guess that's my fault. 

In other news, the turn up was way too real for me Friday night. I was out partying drunk as fuck with a good friend and we had just had enough of this club we were at. We decided to go home and get some McDeath on the way. He must have been really fucked up because we were speeding and got to the end of a street that had arrows to go left or right. We went straight. Straight through bushes and a street sign. We weren't hurt and laughed it off. As we drove away, we noticed a weird sound and my friend wondered if he had messed up his truck. About this same time, we see blue flashing lights in the rear view and I'm freaking out inside. The officer conducts a field sobriety test on my friend while I sit nervously on the passenger side. He ends up putting him in the car and asking me if I have anyone to come get me because he's not letting me drive the truck home even if it were able to be driven. He shows me that the two front tires are both FLAT and something is hanging underneath. Long story short, my friend was arrested and I was picked up by a coworker at like 3:30 am. I went to a pool party last night and everyone asked me why I wasn't drinking. The hangover and memory of the previous nights events have given me cause to pause. 

Worst Behavior (Thot Remix)

At the urging of friends, I've decided to pick the blog back up at least on a trial basis. Yesterday I got an unexpected and pleasant text from a friend asking to come over to his place for a cookout. We haven't seen each other in months and I was glad to get the invite. When I get to his place I'm greeted by him and his dog, Kash. He and his boyfriend have also adopted a kitten who went through several name changes yesterday. I'm sure she's traumatized and confused as she was being called Klover when I arrived. By the time I left she had been called Kream, Klhoe and a myriad of other names that begin with the letter K. I'm not sure what they decided on but I think that I'll just call her Kitty to be safe. She's a feisty one and even though she's very young, her claws work just fine. New pussy in the house always causes excitement. Even for the gays. So my friend's boyfriend also invited a few of his female friends over.Even though I hate meeting new people, I figured that it wouldn't be too bad. The girl who was supposed to be making margaritas flaked on us. The other one showed up with her three children unfortunately. One is an infant. Initially, I thought that everything was going to go well, but when she and my buddy's boyfriend left the kids there with us while they went to score some weed my feelings changed. The two smokers talked so bad about their dope dealing friend's gold tooth being misshapen and outdated. I believe one of them said that it looks like "1997." But what type of thot ass bitch would leave her kids with strangers to go buy weed anyway?? Really bitch? She left the little girl holding the baby. She was talking to her and feeding her and the whole time I was thinking, "This little girl is going to end up being someone's baby mama because of this." It just felt wrong. I don't know which part of the night threw me off the most. Her interaction with her children was totally horrific. She punched the little girl in the arm or chest - I can't remember which, but she made sure that it was understood that the baby wasn't to be awakened. She assured us that the girl was fine. In fact, she didn't start to cry until my friend and I discussed the assault and how off balance the child was afterwards. It happened so swiftly that none of us anticipated it. The girl looked like a baby bird that fell out of its nest while learning to fly. You know that kinda woozy, "I don't know why I'm on this thing," look people have when they get on a surfboard for the first time? That was how she looked. Dead ass. I had to turn my head not to laugh. I'm sorry but I do have a tendency to laugh at inappropriate times. I believe mom went to the room to smoke after that. We tried to appease her son by watching cartoons on Netflix but his only reply to every option was the word no. When his mother finally decided to come from chiefing in the other room to see why he sounded like a broken record, she told him not to pick anything girly this time. I left around 10:30 pm or so and she was still there. I don't recall my parents ever having my brother and me out late like that at someone's home. I don't know what time she left or if she even did. Maybe it's just how these new mothers parent. I'm not a parent so who am I to judge? It was the most ghetto night I've had in ages and I'm not sure how to feel about it. I think that I have a love/hate relationship with ratchetness now. Motto for 2014 - On My Thot Shit.

I decided to include a link to Drake's "Worst Behavior" since it was referenced in the title.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CccnAvfLPvE