Have I told you that I hate dating?

This shit is for the birds.

In the year of somebody’s lord & sailor 20&17 being a part of the regularly fucking club should not be this hard.  This shit is work and well I’m almost to the point where I want to hang up my vagina and tell her to just chill for a minute.

Look, I am already at the point where I’ve allowed my pubic hair to grow back, haven’t even contemplated waxing and daring a motherfucker to bitch about my salt & pepper pubes.

I’ve been struggling though the Netflix series She’s Gotta Have It.  While I appreciate Nola’s I made stay single vibe, I am really and truly starting to wonder if tha juggling multiple men thing is something that needs to rest with the young. A bitch – read THIS bitch – is tired.

I’m tired of the small talk prior to asking me out.

I’m tired of the well what do you want to do n the first date.

I’m tired of wasting an outfit I could’ve worn to work on a date that has no sparks.

I’m tired of waiting for them to get around  to the fucking part, and then me getting around to the fucking part, and then the fucking is suddenly up for debate because they want me to want them for more than their penis.

This is why I don’t date.  It requires me to spare fragile feelings which I would not normally have to deal with on these streets.

I really just want 2-3 funny and well endowed men to hop into the rotation, choke and spank me, until the next time without having to do things like explain why I like them.  I want to go back to those days when I can shoot out a text saying so….we fucking or not? And get the I on the way reply.

Shit now that I am at the point where I don’t mind on OCCASION letting you into my house, and I might even be so kind as to pour you a libation or some purple kool aid, why are things so complicated?

It’s not that I don’t have opportunities, it’s that the ones I have are getting on my nerves. There’s quick draw, and emotional man, and why can’t you act like a submissive man and they are making me too frustrated to just enjoy being single and being me.

These are the times I miss August 3.  For those of you new to the Vizionz that is a certain person’s code name.

For what it’s worth jjabrams, August 3 can explain to you that my aggression is not present with him except when it comes to my relentless orgasming on his penis.

I would settle for just one August 3 type and I would not need 2-3 or more.

Its suggested that I alter my approach and be ‘softer’.

That is work I’m not really trying to do. Not really.

I don’t want to date anymore. This shit is exhausting.

 

Aphrodite Brown