Guilty Pleasure...

Me and you met through a close friend of mines. I'm sure you two had plans on getting closer and dating and I was all for that until we started talking. With you and him "dating" it left room for us to just talk with no worries of one another judging. We kicked it and had fun, like friends do. It just seemed like the more and more we talked and kicked it the more and more we became interested in one another. When he fucked up, you came to me and told me how much you hated talking to guys because you was always left hurt. A month of you two talking seemed like 3 months of talking for me and you.

As you two stopped talking, the more and more we began to kick it. Still no sex, still no kissing. Just great conversations and kicking it. So we plan to go to the movies, its not a date, just a movie. We go out to eat, no date, just dinner. You spend the night, no cuddling, you just didn't feel like driving home afterward. So we laying in the bed and were talking and laughing, joking, not caring about a thing. What we have is, in my mind, genuine. I love it. So we go out to eat more often, no dates, just dinner. Go to the movies, no date, just a movie until we go to the park and hold hands. Then, things switched.

We kissed and started being more affectionate. Started going about things as if we were a couple. Were not suppose to be doing this is whats going on in the back of my mind but its been so long that I had something like this and I don't want it to end. It's been so long since Ive had something this real and this exciting. REFRESHING.. But we don't take it there because you feel as if you will be looked at a certain way. You don't want to cross that line because its "wrong". You two talked all of 2 months. Me and you have been kicking it for about a year and crossed the line six months ago. But hey, I'm not here to make you make a choice. Just saying it was fun while it lasted but I can't kick it with you no more without looking at you as my guilty pleasure. I want to be with you, but we can't. Thanks for letting me know that I can feel again, that I can love again. Peace out my guilty pleasure..

Light Skin Vs Dark Skin

I don't know if you guys know about William Lynch and the letter he wrote in 1712 to keep African American slaves down but.. If you haven't read it. This is a direct quote from the letter. "You must use the dark skinned slaves vs the light skinned slaves, and the light skinned slaves vs. the dark skinned slaves. You must use the female vs. the male, and the male vs. the female." So for those thinking I'm just pulling this theory out my ass, I'm not.

Where I'm from, light skinned females always had to prove their "toughness" to other females but was always liked by all the guys. Dark skinned females weren't considered pretty, they were "cute to be dark skinned". The reason I'm sticking on females is because I see it more with women then men. Some light skinned females have the ugliest attitude, like their better then everyone. Its only some though who in turn fuck it up for the cool ones. Dark skinned females are often insecure because they aren't considered beautiful or attractive so that causes problems between the two. In school it was always light skinned vs dark skinned. ALWAYS! If it wasn't light skinned vs dark skin it was two light skinned females fighting for no damn reason, just to see who's tougher. Light skinned girls in one click, dark skinned girls in the other click.

I know of females who have complained that they were discriminated because of their skin tone. I can't even front, light skinned girls are considered a hot commodity by most guys. Idk why, just is. All women are sexy to me though, shit =D!!! Any who.. We racially profile our self and I just wanted to post about it because a lot of females are in denial. Its usually the light skinned females who don't see it. Why? Because they reap all the benefits of it.

Things are getting a lot better then what they were. Hell, maybe they aren't. What do you think about it though? Do you think its getting better or staying the same?

Im.. Just not that into.. Us?

A female friend asked me about females and what not and figured id just make a post about it..

No matter how much you care for me, how much money you spend on me, how much you see us together in your head, how much you text me and try to get to know me, no matter how many times we have sex, no matter how many dates we go on, no matter how many times we lay up and watch a movie in my room, I just won't be that into you.

See dating to me is more serious now that we not in middle/high school. I only make things official if I can see us together for a long period of time. Just because you see us together don't mean we seem the same thing. I know its wrong for me to entertain the idea of us. I'm sorry. But if I tell you that I no longer want to do these things, your going to make up some reason as to why we should keep "this" going. You claim that your not getting emotionally attached but I see it in your eyes when I tell you we can't hang because I got a session or something.

So, were going to keep this going until you get mad that my feelings didn't change over time as you had planned. You tell all of your friends how much of a jerk and asshole I am and have them screw they faces at me, thats cool. I know what comes along with it, just telling you now that.. I'm just not that into.. Us. =D

When is enough.. enough?

You love me, I like you. You admire me, I admire you. You believe in me, I believe in you. You trust me, I trust... I trusted you. But, you love me, I like you.. Why is it that the love and like part stick out so much more then everything else? You want to be with me, okay, I understand that. I'm flattered you want to be with me so soon. But, I don't want to be with you, not right now. See, you look in the mirror and see a beautiful person who is complete and damn there perfect. I look at the same reflection and see a person who is emotionally incomplete. A person who needs to love thyself and be happy with thyself before I can come along and be with you. I see a broken smile and a semi patched heart. I see insecurities.. Not making you out to be a bad person because that is not the case but, I can't be with a person like that. I mean, here it is, you don't know anything about me.. You know how I know you don't know anything about me? Because I haven't told you anything about me!!! So here it is, 4 months of knowing one another and you want to be together..

You love me. YOU LOVE ME.. I don't and can't love that easily but... I had to be doing something right for you to love me correct? I had to do something right for you to trust me correct? For you to smile when you hear my name right? So why isn't what we have enough? Why isn't it enough until i finally let you get to know me? Until I can smile when i hear your name or when i fully trust you? Why isn't what we have good enough for you? I mean, who's to say the way you view me, is the way I view you? I mean, I only will make you my girl friend when I feel like i can be with your forever. But you can't wait for me? How selfish is that of you? That you want what YOU want when YOU want it when it comes to US. That don't make sense to me. So sense I'm not ready to date you, I'm the bad guy? That's why I wrote you this love letter.. Saying bye. Your giving me an ultimatum of making you my girl or lose you and I think that's selfish and true colors was shown. I'm just not ready.

P.S. Have you felt like this?

The Love Hater..

I haven't had a Valentines since like 6Th grade.. When my mom bought me two tickets to the valentines day dance and Monique turned me down the last minute, literally. I bought roses and candy with my money I saved up.. She bailed on me so I gave the roses to my mom and let my sis Tee eat the candy. I was fucking pissed. I know I was young but I swore I wouldn't put my all into valentines day again. I slipped up in 05 when I bought a big ass bear, flowers and tons of fucking candy for India and she seemed the least interested that I wanted to see her on valentines day. Mind you, she was my girl friend. So I said fuck it, called up my best female friend, went to eat and gave it to her. It seems like when I give my all, I get a foot in the ass for it. Now.. I'm like fuck it all together.

Now I look at it as a day for the world to look down on the people who find peace at being single. Here you have one day out the whole year where everyone is all lovey dubby and shit. Its cute.. I admire those who give their all and get at least 90% back and sorry to all the females who give me 90 and I give them 50% back. Blame my ex's. I have been scorned!

But if your in a relationship, I figure you buy ya counter part cards, candy, flowers, make hotel reservations, cook breakfast and dinner, have great sex, tell them you love them all fucking day but... Why not do that everyday? Like.. why not be spontaneous and do it everyday oppose to the one time your suppose to do it? If we stayed happy about being in a relationship all year long, we wouldn't have soo many unfulfilled relationships we have today. You buy your counterpart that shit July 1st and they think you cheating or have something your trying to hide. I think its funny but I am not trying to hate or rain on any ones parade. Not at all. Just speaking my mind. So as the world sees X's and O's today.. I'm a be on some other shit, writing music and chilling and waiting for the female that will allow me to make everyday Feb 14Th.. Happy Valentines Day. -Eric

Sexcapade!!!

Flipped the sidekick open at 2:34 a.m, to a text I haven't seen in a few weeks, "you up"? I already knew what it meant, already knew what she wanted but I was bored so I replied back with "yeAzir". I mean, I wasn't doing nothing but watching Fresh Prince, like I do every night. "Can I come over", I dwell on it all of 2 seconds before I replied back with "yeAzir"! She a inconvenience to me so she don't get the clean room tonight.. I'm not even getting freshened up. Fuck that!! Last time she came over she didn't do shit but tease me the whole night before I said fuck it and went to sleep. BLUE BALL NATION!!! Not tonight, haha!

She call me and tell me she at the door.. I walk to the living room in basketball shorts and socks.. She had on number 6 Jordans, Pink sweat pants, and a white tee. Though she was dressed down, she looked good as hell as usual. She one of the "busy" type.. Never answer texts or call back.. Always make plans but back out for some odd reason. I suspected she had a boyfriend and didn't care to tell me.. Either way she in my house at 3 a.m.

So we get in my room and I instantly jump back in my spot before she fuck it up, its already warm! "Dang boy, wasn't nobody finna get in yo spot"! She took her shoes off and climbed next to me and ask me what I was doing as if she didn't ask me that via text 20 minutes ago.. I cut to the chase and asked why she come over so late. "Oh so you don't want me over here"? I then ignored her. Lord knows I wanted her ass next to me but not if she was gone tease me. So I told her yeah and watched TV.

I felt myself dozing off. Yeah, she still next to me but fuck it, I'm sleepy and last time we was in this situation she ended the night teasing. I leaned over, gave her a kiss on her forehead and laid back down. "Aw that was so cute, do it again DizZ", here she go, teasing and paying already. So I leaned over again and she grabbed me by my wife beater on top of her. In my mind I'm thinking she teasing and won't shit come from it, WRONG. So she kiss me and even though I got some big ass lips and enjoy kissing, I don't just kiss every female but... I kissed her. She was a little more into it this time so I ran with it. She reached in, grabbed my dick and said "I want it", so... I gave it. Flipped over to my back and put her on top of me, I did this just to see if she was serious. She took my wife beater and I took off her white tee... Then her sweat pants.. She had on some cute pink panties with matching bra. I love it!!

So she starts kissing on me which rarely happens these days, chicks are lazy as hell in bed so I've kinda gotten use to doing all the work. But she was kissing and licking, catching me off guard and I loved it! She started going down my chest, pulled my shorts down and put it in her mouth. She was soo nasty with it, spitting on it, licking it, making all types of noises and moaning.. I was more entertained then turned on by it. She was going ham till I told her to stop.. I wanted to get some strokes in. I made her stop, lay on her side as I slide in. DEEP! I can tell this was her first time for that cause she started doing some crazy shit with her eyes and making strange moaning sounds. This was all to funny for me! She then pushed me off turned over and moaned "fuck me".. But when she turned over, that kitty was sooo damn pretty, I put my face in it, LMAO why not?? Her knees buckled a little bit but I grabbed her by her waist and stuck my tongue in then played with it.. Soo fun! Then I slid in from the back. She was suuuuper wet, I felt like scuba Steve for a second, BIG DADDY! She was lowkey running from it so I put her against the wall and she couldn't take it. She was creaming, fucking up my sheets!! I had to get a nut off though so.. I did and slid back out... I'm not ever over dramatic with a nuts less its from some bomb ass head..

I got up and went to the bathroom to wash myself off.. Threw the condom inside the Kroger bag behind the door. I heard her phone ring and knew it was someone "serious" cause official girl was the ring tone.. She answered and I heard her say "I told you I was staying with my moms tonight, why you tripping boy?" Hmm, as I look into the mirror and seen a slight grin on the man looking back at me. This shit gotta stop.. But, not tonight!! Round 2?? DIZZY!!!!

P.S. Don't yall judge me! haha

Letter to you..

I don't know why you don't like me. I mean it aint like you know me. Before I was born, you probably had it out for me huh? Yup! Growing up, I never seen you, you never showed your face. Were you ashamed of me? I understand you and Tonya had beef but that didn't have anything to do with me. You let the beef between you and her stop us from having a any type of relationship. With all that said, I didn't let 18 years of turmoil stop me from picking up the phone and calling you trying to patch shit up. But when I talked to you, I heard how un fucking interested you was about me going to college. How un fucking interested you was about me doing music and following my dream. How un fucking interested you was that I was okay and I'm doing my thang... That shit hurt me. It only hurt because they only person I want to acknowledge my accomplishments don't. They only person I want to have a solid relationship, don't want to have one.

You wasn't there to teach me to shave, talk to girls, catch a ball, ride a bike, drive a car, fight, NOTHING! But hey, I got pretty damn good at it. You can't take pride in nothing when it comes to me. You waited too fucking long to man up. But what makes it soo bad.. I aint talking to a friend or a ex girl friend. Im talking about you Dad. It wouldnt be so bad if you didn't have a wife and two other kids who you spoil to death. Who you watch grow up. Who you cherish like their your pride and joy when I came 11 or 12 years before them both. Everything I wanted to do with you, you do with them. Thats what makes it so bad to me. But its cool. You a regret the lack of communication before I do. -Eric

p.s. This is for anyone who feels like they dont have the relationship they would like to have with any of their parents. Even if you was raised with your dad or mom, they could have been absent in your life.

p.p.s. So fucking what I let my personal life leak over into my blog. I know tons of motha fuckas who can relate. Gotta problem, fuk you and 13 motha fucks who resemble you even a little bit haha!!

Perfect Stranger?

What do I get out of talking to you? I mean, I don't know you personally and yet, I can tell you all my personal shit. The most I know about you is a profile pic you took in your bathroom and a few other pictures you took with some friends. Your first name and your screen name. Where you from and.. That's about it. Why do I trust you? Why when I feel like I can't talk to anybody, I can log on yahoo, aim or any other medium online and release whatever is on my mind?

When we first started talking, I admit I didn't think shit would come of it. I had one of my moments where I was mad at the world and you just so happen to be the victim online to hear about it. You don't know me and yet you seemed so interested in my problems and concerned. We typed back and forth for what seemed like 30 mins but was actually a few hours. I don't remember where I got your screen name from. Had to be facebook or myspace cause I don't fuck with blackplanet or twitter. Even thouh we talk on aim/yahoo all the time, neither one of us dare ask for each others number. Ohhhh noo!! You might be some crazy as killer haha, as ironic as that sounds, its the truth! Here it is, we talk everyday sometimes all day about personal shit, shit we wouldn't tell anyone else and we won't exchange numbers or meet up.

To take take place of meeting up we exchange pics. Not regular pics of course but nasty ones. I show u mine, you show me yours. Occasional web cam sessions, you know how that go. But whatever it is we have, it fills a void that no one can seem to fill in person. When I need to vent, you're there. When comcast was fucking up after that storm and I had no Internet for a couple days, I damn ner lost my mind. You have to be somewhat of a close friend to me, you have to be. But all of this happened over a computer? Why? How? I talk about people like me! When someone say they met someone online and shit, I laugh at them but here I am.. Chatting my ass off to you. I guess I understand now.

I know someone has met someone online at least once and they hit it off. Seemed to be the perfect stranger.. Don't make me seem like I'm crazy.. O well, fuck it. It aint the first time I have been called that.

P.S. I have no perfect strangers at the moment but I have. Just had to put a disclaimer since folks think I spread my buisness all on the web lol.

-DizZy

Your opinions....

Fuck every ones opinion lol!!. It is a lot of talking going on these days and a lot of questions being asked and its kind of pissing me off. Not a lot but a tad. Since when did YOUR opinion matter? Who cares what you think about anything? The shit you are suppose to care about, you don't such as, life insurance, why your counterpart is fucking your neighbor, your grades and what you are going to do after you graduate. Stuff like that I can see if folks talked about that but not, Kanye West at fashion week, why T-pain keep using auto tune, about lil wayne and his street credibility, Rick Ross being a cop and all the other little hollywood/hollyhood shit yall seem to blog about all the fucking time.

I read, or skim I should say, alot of these blogs and they all be about the same thing. All voicing their opinion about something that don't even matter. Its a few of you who are now telling sex stories and crazy shit. I started a trend.. To bad your word play isnt as good as mine haha. Maybe its just my attitude but I don't give a fuck what you folks think. I only write on blogspot to tell my stories, I don't analyze videos, pictures, situations or anything. Its not my place to voice my opinion aout shit that don't matter. I'm not bashing the folks who sit up and voice their opinion on stuff, just asking when did that become cool? Fuck that and your opinions. -dizZy

p.s. Don't catch feelings bloggers. Just thought I had to throw that out there.

When shit hit the fan....

She been talking to him for a good year but he hasn't been talking to her for that long, no where near that long. In fact I'm sure if you asked him (Steve) when they first met he a draw a blank. But she (Jaz) knows everything. First kiss, first time they had sex and the first time SHE made love because to him, they was just fucking. The same way he fucked the other "hers". He made her feel as if she was the only one that matters.. In the back of her mind, she knew he was fucking with other females but she didn't care. How could she care is what she asked herself. "We aint together, he aint my man, I can't complain", she says that to herself every night to make her sleep better..

She (Tisha) hates his guts. She been knowing him since she was in 9th grade, been in love with him since junior year and still is. Only reason she hates him is because she will do anything for him (Steve) and he knows it. She bends over backwards for him only to get nothing in return. Three abortions, and she only got them cause he somehow convinced her "its not the right time"... She still cries about it nightly. They still somewhat together.. Well.. Depends on who u ask... NIGGAS!!

Steve on some creep shit.. As usual. He fucking bout 10 different women.. No remorse for any of em. If he wasn't treating all 10 like they was his main girl, I would feel a little better about the situation but.. He "loves" all of them. He wishes he could be with all of them but he "out handling business", same line he tell nine other women nightly while he sleep with which ever one that aint getting on his nerves at the time. Ol reckless ass, dumb ass, trifling ass nigga. He occasionally fucks with out protection with 10 different women. Whispering bull shit in they ear and what they do, believe that shit. They all want to be the one that "changes Steve".. My cousin, a close cousin is one of the 10. Who the fuck am I to try and convince her that he aint shit? Who am I to tell her that all niggas be on some dumb, fuck shit and depend on who u ask and when you ask them, I might be one too.

I get a phone call, "I need u to take care of something for me. ASAP! This nigga gave me an STD!!! Don't worry I'm fine. I got a shot and some pills. Ill be fine in less then a week but I need you to take care of him.." I couldn't even speak, she knew it.. That's why she didn't wait for me to respond. My lil cousin only 19!! What if it was aids? What if she won't be able to have kids cause of this nigga? I'm pissed, I sent out mass text to 20 of my folks.. 15 showed up at the spot in less then 30 mins dressed in black on some funeral type shit. haha. We fly over to his spot blowing trees and weaving through traffic.. Pull up to his lil janky ass spot he call a home. He was walking to his car... We hoped out 3 cars deep.. Caught his goofy ass slippin. Someone was listening to Gucci Mane, the nigga got his ass stomped to "Bricks" and half of "Rich Nigga Shit"!!! We beat his motha fucking ass to the UMP degree! We didn't rob em.. Naw, just beat his ass. Only 6 of us really did something. Wasn't any room for 15 niggas to just smash on em. We whipped his ass and dipped to ihop and laughed about it.. Left his clown ass in the middle of the street.. I felt bad for him at ihop though. One of my niggas like 230, 6'5! Kicked em in his stomach right before we smashed out. Well I take that back, fuck that clown. That was the high light of the night!

But fa real, how many females you know like this? Slap they ass and tell em come back to reality.. This shit is real. Folks falling in love with the thought of being in love with someone who don't love them or care for them. Its all fun and games till 9 of them women realize they all the chick on the side when visiting his stupid ass in the hospital. Fellas, lets grow up and man up to our selfish ways. Lets stop playing and get on our shit. To you triflin ass dudes, "YOU BETTA BE ON YO BEST MOTHA FUCKIN BEHAVOIR!!!!!! -DizZy

p.s. BRICKS!!! UH!! ALL WHITE BRICKS!!

*Hey DuNkZ!*

*DizZy*

Wrong fuking number!!!!

Who the fuck is this calling me at 5:43 a.m.!! I was drooling and everything. PERFECT FUKIN SLEEP!! No name in my phone so its prolly some ol skeezer I deleted out of my phone on some "u sleep?" type shit. Half sleep, I reached for my sidekick and before I could say hello, all I hear is crying on the other end. Like balling... I WAS mad but me asking who the fuck is this would prolly send me to hell instantly.. That a be too mean even for me to do so I just said "hello", shit, what else im pose to do?

"This is Vanessa I know this is kinda rude. I know its hella late but... I have a situation and I don't know what to do! I'm pregnant and I don't know if I should keep it or tell my boy friends its his and just keep it a secret. I cheated on him about 6 weeks ago when he was out of town. I was lonely, had a few drinks and it just happened. I regret it everyday but I did."

Fyi, I don't know any chick named Vanessa. I had a friend named Vanessa in like 4th grade but.. Um, yeaah. And she keeps calling me Jay.. Back to the story...

"On top of that, my mom is fucking dying from cancer and my little sister is a hot ass and with all that going on.. No one is concerned about meee! I wonder if I died right now, who would give a fuck! Hold on I gotta blow my nose..."

While she blowing her nose, I'm done sleeping. I'm wide the fuck awake by now. I'm literally on the edge of my bed. And the whole time she sobbing, gasping for air and shit.. I really feel awkward cause she thinks I'm "Jay" and I'm clearly not. I guess I sound like Jay cause when she said Jay you there, I replied back yeah. I mean WTF was I suppose to do? She already told me soo much.. What more can she possibly tell me?

"I'm really sorry to be calling so late Jay but you always seem to know what to say... Jay, I really can't continue living like this. I mean, I don't have to live perfect just better then this. I'm 22 fucking years old with no job and I stay with my home girl Trish.. I'm 6 weeks late and I keep getting sick to my stomach. Throwing up every morning, ugh, IM SICK OF THIS SHIT!! I slit my wrist 2 weeks ago, I was high off some shit. The paramedics saved me from my own pool of blood. All my "family" came to the hospital to see me and shit but 2 weeks been passed and aint nobody called to speak or anything, how the fuck this come out of the prom queen? How the fuck did I end up here is a question I find my self asking waaay to often. You shy now Jay? Why you aint talking? I know I sound crazy but I had to get this off my chest."

Maan, now I feel bad. I know all this womans business and I don't even know who she is. FUCK! Um...

"I don't really know how to put this but my name is DizZ. Please don't spaz, get all mad and start blaming me. You crying, me half sleep... It caught off guard.. I'm sorry.. It got me all teary eyed, I wish I could be there to hold you.. Wait, don't speak. You dialed the wrong number, obviously but I ain't on some immature shit I promise that.. But fuck everybody, u only need you, cause you won't lie, deceive, or mislead yaself. Ya boyfriend must be whack cause he aint there for you right now like he should be. I don't know what you gone do about the baby but..."

"Well damn Dizz!! I'm saying, its fucking hard out here! Even worse this fucking baby. I'm sorry but this shit is driving me fucking crazy, I'm all emo right now! EVERY body looks down on me cause my old mistakes. I'm a better person I swear, I changed Dizz, I SWEAR! And I don't know if I'm happy or sad its you I'm connecting with but this shit is crazy.. I wish we could kick it and finish this. My address is 1243 North WalkWitMe Dr. if you care.. Have you ever felt like you have no one to talk to, like your all alone? Billions of people on this globe and you feel like you all alone? So called friends and you feel, ALL FUCKING ALONE!! Been feeling like this for some time... I called your the wrong number on purpose.. I had no one else to talk to... Might as well just talk to a straner, someone I know won't judge me.. You just so happened to be the first number I dialed.. See you if you later if you decide to come.. Thanks, I needed to vent. Bye?"

Um.. Yeah.. I'm just as lost as yall.. I don't know what to do or what to say to that. I kinda feel obligated to go and talk to her now....... The fucking wrong number....

P.S. Don't ask what happens.. Just think about what she said towards the end..

Fukin Waffles!!!

Me and my broz come to this waffle house off Howell Mill all the time and order the same shit. All Star with orange juice extra cheese eggs. We always get the ugly ass dude with the dusty ass black FILAs on as our waiter or the country ass chick with the different color weave and kangaroo patch on her stomach.. I guess losing weight wasn't one of her new years resolution, even if it was she probably stopped shooting for it jan 7th. ITS JUNE!! One time we was up there on some tired of being in the studio type shit and was just grubbing and as we was leaving a light skin chick was coming in. I knew she wasnt from ATL cause she had some crazy ass accent when she said thanks for holding the door open. Of course we all stared at her and didnt say shit. She had a shit load of tats. Three stars on her kneck, some flowers and what not on her arm. Some shit on her wrists.. I was in love... But fuck it, I won't see her again...

One of the "hers" insisted we go to waffle house. She had the taste for some bacon and a waffle. I was down, hell, im ALWAYS down for free food! Me and "her" aint talking like that, though she always forget and ask me who i'm texting on my sidekick or hit me with the infamous lines when she call and I finally decide to answer "where you at, who you with..." So we pull up, get out, walk in, sit down, and pick up the slightly sticky menu. Just like all the other times, nothing different untill the NEW waitress walks up...

"Hey, my name is Tiffany, I'll be ya waitress this evening. Can I get your drinks?" I look up and behold the sexy ass tatted chick me and the broz seen a couple weeks ago. Maaan was she fine!! She was killlling "her". It wasnt even a fair fight for my attention. Ali versus Paris Hilton, and the winner is!!! "DizZy be cool" is what my concious kept telling me. So im a chill shawty.. Thats the best advice that I can take!! HAHA! So I say cool then a bitch, "Yeah, lemme get a Orange juice please", you know I had to keep it cool. She took our order just like she was supposed to and that was that. No harm in that.. Right? Yeah thats what i thought. So "she" is talking and its about nothing of course. About how her home girl did this, how school getting on her nerves, how she just bought some article of clothing out of Urban Outfitters.. Yeah. So I'm thinking that Tiffany aint paying me no mind till I catch her looking at me from the register.. I brush it off, she was just looking to see if we needed anything. That didn't mean nothing, I'm sure of it.

"Here you go", she sat the plates down and stood back up right and asked were we good. We both replied yea but i was lying. Um, SEX PLEASE. Extra everything but hold the commitment. HAHA!!!! I wish I had said that, but, I didn't. So She leave and we eat. I'm smashing, shit so good. I look up to get some more OJ and guess who staring me down but chill with it.. She starts smiling and come get the cup so she can fill me. I was trying to keep cool, I'm bad. If provoked, i'd take her down in the bathroom, NO PROB!! She was just too fine to care about anything. And she knew it!! She walking slow as hell, at this point I realized that I made her walk in slow motion just like in the movies. Hair blowing, she got a damn glow and everything. I wonder what the hell "she" was doing through all this. She got knocked out first round by Ali. I havent been paying attention to her the whole time. TIffany finally gets to me and says "Orange Juice.. Right?" She knew what I was drinking so I reply back smooooth den a bitch "Yeazir". She grabbed the cup out my hand and her hand touched mine. I swear on errrr thang it felt like a fuckin ZOOM ZOOM commercial where they touch the car and vision themself driving it.. Yup.. FUCK!!!

Bathroom up against the stall.. Pulling her hair as she grabs my shirt to pull me closer. Kissing her neck and rubbing where ever my little ol hands end up. There was NO TALKING, just all action. She slid one leg out of her black kahkis and pink laced panties.. I pulled down the levii pants and boxers... Grabbed the gold card out the wallet and went scooba diving. She standing over the sink eyes closed as I grab her hair, stroke and kiss her neck. Kissing all on her stars, lifting her shirt to see the rose that takes up her whole left side.. Damn I know this is wrong but it "feeeel sooo goood" with my tpain voice! I started going hard.. She started biting her lip hard as hell and breathing like she was in desprate need of oxygen!! I just wanted to get a few more strokes in but she gasped and started twitching a little too much for me to keep my composer.. She came first I came last... She pulling her pants up giggling, im admiring her body still.. Damn!! She looked at me wink and walked out. I pulled my pants up, looked in the mirror and shook my head.. I GOTTA STOP DOING THIS!!! ZOOM ZOOM MOTHA FUCKA!!!

"Orange Juice, right?" I reply back smoooth then a bitch like "Yeazir". Man I had to have blacked out for what seem like 15 minutes but it was only about 5 seconds. "She" was eating and still talking as I subconciously was replying back with, "Yeah, yup, i fucks with that", typical guy shit. O well...

We eat, talk a lil more and get up to leave. I'm still floating from the damn day dream I had. I go to the register to pay. "She" walks out to the door, Tiffany looks at me and smile. "Don't be staring at me while you and ya girl friend have lunch. Thats not cool boy." I don't know why I like when girls call me boy, shit so sexy. But I had to correct her, "Chilll, that aint my girl friend. We just friends." She frowned and scribbled on my receipt.. "Call me then, I get off at 9. Dizzy right?" "Riiiiiight, im a call you at 9:01!!!!" I don't know if she was as into me as much as I was into her buuuut.. GOT HER, SWEEEET!!!!

p.s. My imagination is fucking ridiculous. I can't help it. She was too fine. I don't normally lose it like that but that day something came over me. I have a strong liking for women into fashion and like ink... Damn!!