That Thing

If I could I would slap the shit out of any gay men who try's to play me. I am not talking about the guy I am speaking to. I am just fucking pissed about myself. I soo fucking hate it when guys tag along like im some sort of post-it that you can stick to something and then throw away when ur done with it. This leads me to this asshole closeted queen whose name is Mark Edward Campbell (yes that's his real name). If you want his address I forgot it but this bitch tried to play me! We met over a chat service on the phone. Yeah I know over the chat dating, blah blah blah but sue me. I was lonely, I had one friend, and I didn't have a job AND SCHOOL WAS BORING AS HELL! So we started talking and what do you know, we talked for like 6 hours. We never stopped talking. I think I was up with him until 5 in the morning.

Anyway afterward we talked every single day. It was nonstop talking. Until he met me in person. This was a guy I wanted to be friends with, maybe more if the cards were right. Well I met him, we did 69 (whoo hoo) and that was it. I asked him if we could ever be something more and he told me no...because we were soo differnt. I was fine with this but the were so differnt part, mutha fucka just say your not attracted to me. Hell, that sonofabitch was more attracted to younger boys who were twinks. Not like ryan because I see him more of a swimmer type, like a jock who only does swimming.

Anyway he dropped me off at a restaurant. The guy also had a problem with public affection...sigh. His damn windows in his truck were tinted, no one could see and yet he wouldn't even let me kiss him goodbye (I like kissing). But ya know what that never happened. Then he calls me up when I have been at home for about 2 hours to see if I was ok. I was like "aw" he was worried about me. But I slapped that bitch ass feeling down. Because that mutha fucka never called me.

I had to call him just to check up. Ladies...men if you ever have someone who doesn't call you LEAVE IT ALONE, that mutha fucka aint interested. But no not me, not even though I was his friend. So about oh god months later I called him and cursed him the fuck out...on a message. Basically told him to stick a sawed off up his ass and pull the trigger for trying to play me and acting like I was a friend when all he wanted was a goddamn trick. And bitch, I aint no god damn trick. I am the fucking black pearl you find at the bottom of the sea. I am rare and I am fucking beautiful. And if you can't appreciate that, even if I just want to be friends. Then fuck you and the rainbow you rode in on.

Laters people,
From a mean lil fairy called "Angel"