Excerpts about Men, Sex, Cocktails, Girl Talk, and More

            As anyone knows whose been reading my blogs, I have a rebound booty that I call ever so often when I need to get my fix. Now like stated before, I knew there was going to come a time when things were going to get old, this is that time.    Around the 4th of July I went back to my home state of North Carolina for some QT with the family. Perfect timing too because my lady friend was paying a visit and I like to add that to my mystery file when I’m dealing with my men folk. Anywho, back and forth me and Jo were texting each other about how we couldn’t wait until I made it back up the way and we could have some more romp sessions. I was on the monthly but I was still pretty horny. After a couple of days of tobacco and cotton fields, visiting EVERY family member we could possibly think of, and drinking hella moonshine to my heart’s content it was time to go back to my reality. I’m a born Southern girl but let’s face it, the city took over my body a long time ago and I’m not turning back.

      Back in MD, and my friend long gone now, it was time to get it in with my butt buddy Jo. Everyone should know the routine by now. I go over to his house, because I have no privacy at mine right now, and we do it how they do on the discovery channel. Only this time I’m pretty sure will be my last time doing the do with Jo. Nothing against the guy, great conversation, hella sexy Latino but that’s where it stops. I knew going into this little relationship that we have that it was not going to be long-term, and that I was okay with, I wasn’t okay with falling into a same old routine that felt more like a lazy ass relationship. I just got out of a shitty one and let’s face it, the only thing that me and Jo have good going on between us was sex. Let me paint the picture for you:

   I get to his house and we do our tit for tat. He shows me the new 370z anniversery edition that he bought, asks me about my trip, I ask him about his summer classes and work, we go downstairs and watch a little TV, then he grabs my butt or some area close to there, we start kissing and move to the bedroom. Same old shit. Hell I tried spicing it up but last time I did I damn near burnt the dude’s nipple off. And the sex was kinda of mediocre. I mean homie got his before I got mine! What type of peanut butter and jelly bullshit is that? I mean we were getting into it, hot bodies, I’m looking at myself in the mirror because I know I’m doing my thang, then this dude gets the shakes and falls out on top of me! Excuse me, what? My vajayjay is freshly waxed, I’m wearing the GOOD underwear (you know the set that actually match), I’m wearing my Chanel Allure, my short fro is fresh and looking extra curly, and my skin is softened with the purest and finest raw shea butter and this fucker thinks he did something?! Come on! Then we kind of doze off and I wake up like “What the hell am I doing?” This guy is curled up underneath me like we’re together and this is what we are supposed to do after sex. Wrong, couples do that after sex, I’m just a squrriel trying to get a nut and a barely got that. I got up to get myself together and go home while he awoke with a “Are you leaving?” Hell yeah I was leaving! That moment right there solidified that I was done. Jo is a cool guy, don’t get me wrong, but it’s time for me to catch the new train. I started this summer off as sort of the rebirth for The District Chick. I planned to love em all and leave em but I was stuck with this one guy and it was killing me. In the beginning it was good but I think I want something more. I don’t know what the hell it is but I want something more. I still heart him to death but I need to be more focused about my shit. I’m writing a book and even though Jo has given me plenty to write about for my blogs I need to bring it back to the more important matter: ME. It was great while it lasted but I’d rather have cobwebs on my cooch with a Oprah’s Book Club winner and New York Time’s Best Seller than sitting around playing make-believe relationship with a guy that clearly doesn’t give a damn about me and likewise I feel the same. I’m searching for something, I don’t what it is yet but when I find it, you all will be the first to know.