I Wanna Be Like Pippen
Forget Mike, it’s all about being like Scottie. Let’s consider this. Mike is on another pleateau, he’s awesome, but he wasn’t that good without a solid supporting cast. With Pippen, they went to their first NBA Finals, and when Jordan left, he led the Bulls to the playoffs still. We are also told that you can’t forget the people that brought you there. In my opinion, they are more important. The star is always going to shine, but without that supporting cast, nothing will be accomplished. I want a pair of Pippen’s sneakers.
A Safe Number
A few of my friends decided to have a conversation about what would be a comfortable number of sex partners that you would like your significant other to have in order for you to be Ok with marrying them. A couple of them stated their answers at a fairly low number while the others took a stance that that might not matter based on their contributions to your life. Let me rewind on how this conversation was started. It all came from a statement I made saying that I’m not planning on having sex until I’m married. I said I made this decision because I wanted to take the time to develop something instead of just having sex. There are many other factors to this decision, you can ask me personally if you’d like to know. This statement evolved into the current conversation. My assumption is that no one wants their future wife to be one of the girls that has forced a guy like me to make that decision. To me, a number doesn’t matter, I just hope that if it’s someone I know I would be able to understand. No one wants to personally know a guy that has been banging his girl. That picture of his face where yours is now.
Don’t Hate
Really, who started this whole “I’ve got haters” thing. It’s the dumbest thing to hit the trend scene to me in recent years. My mentality has never been focused on who was envious of me. What does “hate” on someone even mean? It breeds separation which eventually doesn’t help anybody. Now, we have people who have the same goals but won’t work together. Get over yourselves. No one is that important.
CB’d Past
I have to change. Mentally especially. Maybe even some of my surroundings. I have this mentality where if there’s liquor and females, I’m probably going to try them, hard. It’s not my fault, it is. I was bred in a system where that was one of the main goals, fuck bitches. I might just have to go to a re-hab facility to fix this. OK maybe it’s not that serious.
My reputation has preceded me on this one.
I recently asked a girl out on a date and she responded by saying something about there’s too much going on with you and your friends and she doesn’t want to get her name involved in any of that. It took that for me to realize how much shit I’ve been doing. This wasn’t the first time this has happened to me but it seems as though it recently hit me hard. It was like a wall building up ready to crumble down on my conscience. A while ago, a friend of mine would make comments on how I usually make lewd, offensive, sexual comments, all out of good fun of course. However, now I’m seeing how those comments could’ve impaired a person’s judgement about my character and mentality. On another instance I was talking to my friends about going swimming at my complex’s pool. She automatically called it a hoe round-up for my friends and I. I was slightly offended by her comments but understood that she would say that because of things I might’ve said.
Everyone pretty much knows how my friends are or were. The process was get together, get a whole bunch of girls there with some liquor, get them loose and try to get with them. Does this garner respect? Maybe only in the insane world of gangsta rap, but in the world of gentlemen which we are breed to be, absolutely not. I am truly ashamed of it and I have no one to blame but myself. This is my biggest moment of humility.
Honestly, if I were a girl and I heard some of the stories about the girls that I’ve interacted with, I wouldn’t want to get caught up in that mix either. I know that I’m ready to change this particular lifestyle, and it starts with being completely honest with myself and others. It’s cool to say certain things around the guys but when females are around, I have to lock up. Now, I like this one particular girl, I even told her about it (I was recently CB’d hard via Honesty box on FB), but if the feelings are mutual, I would’ve probably still fucked up. I wasn’t ready for that. It’s impossible to go cold turkey I figured. I think I now know the answer to my own question of why.
For Shakeela
Last weekend, while my body was glistening you told me I was sexy. Then I grabbed your juicy booty and OK this really didn’t happened. But I did grab your booty last weekend, it was juicy.
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