A Testimony

So I called "him," the medicine man this afternoon to see if I could give his phone number to a friend. He said sure adding that he would like to see me tonight. Oh, okay, I thought. I really wasn't in the mood to see him. Well, I guess the universe picked up on my energy and that is exactly what happened. Okay let me go back to the beginning of February...

So, the medicine man is attractive (his teeth are slowly rotting), but attractive nonetheless. So I end up going home with him. Mistake of all mistakes. I was gone give the combination of Reggie and alcohol--which actually wasn't a lot: three drinks. I shouldn't have wretched...but I did. Anyway, we end up having something close to sex. His dick really isn't that big and he really didn't know how to work it. Not to mention, he didn't eat pussy or maintain an erection for very long. I was very disappointed.

So when he called today after I called him initially to see if I wanted to see him tonight, I told him okay. I just called him and this muthafucka had the audacity to tell me he'd made alternate plans...but he would like to see me. Fuck you! That was my first thought. Now, I'm understand that he isn't worthy. So it's not personal anymore, the fuck you transitioned into fuck him into "Thank you Jesus for that wake up call!" In the end I have yet to meet one that doesn't end up in the,

"Ah, fuck 'im." pile.

But won't it boggle the mind when it finally happens??