I was talking to my Boo Ashley sometime last week and I happened to be talking about Troy. Troy is this fantabulous guy that I met in Denver. When I say amazing, I mean...A-MAY-ZING. I wanted for nothing; companionship- we cuddled. Food; he cooked it. Drinks; he bought it. Just a great, great guy and if I were moving there permanently, he would be the person I would marry; no doubt about it.
Anyway, back to the main reason I was telling the story. So I was talking to Ashley about how he wouldn't let me get into his pants because "he has morals and scruples" to which Ashley replied, "hahaha omg so basically u are saying u don't? lol". When I think about it again, the same thing I said then, still applies now, "In the grand scheme of things...no".
If you're wondering; no, he didn't let me get into his trousers and I was very upset at that. On the last day it didn't matter all that much because I was sweating my ass off from a fever. I wasn't riding anything that wasn't a plane nor putting anything in my mouth that wasn't prescribed to me. It was a nice change of things being pampered and treated well. All good things must come to an end though right?
As you guys saw on twitter, or maybe you didn't, there's this new suitor. He's oddly honest, kinda cute, has the possiblity to be a great dude to possibly chill with. Unfortunately, there's one thing that's preventing me from really talking to him; he doesn't have a job. While this isn't somethin big, I'm in my playing stage, and you can't exactly play with someone that doesn't have a job. Most of my ex's have been jobless, most of them were ASN* also but that's neither here nor there.
I've never told him this but it doesn't really matter now anyway, but when I first started dating Claude, there were two other dudes. Nothing serious, but I had people who I was using for the purpose of occupying my time. Anyway, the reason I decided to be with Claude was because he had a job and was paying his bills; neither of the other dudes were. The fuckers didn't even have a car, and quiet as kept, the bitches still don't have one now! Claude and I started talking on a Tuesday, I dropped the other two dude that Saturday...ah, memories.
Anyway, I came to the realization that I can't fuck with people who aren't on my level. In no way shape or form am I saying I'm superior to others but, I am lol. I'm 22, no kids, got a fly ass car (I LOVE my bitch), and a job and if you can't say the same for at least some of those, I can't even kiss you, son. Call be bourgie, call me a gold digger, but damn it I'm not going to be anyone's stepping stone. I can only help you if you help yourself.
Eh, I guess I do have standards.
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