Alright, I guess I'll share and then I gotta get to work. This is the day I FINALLY get everything done.
Yes dude is the sexiest man I ever met. Good lord
. He's a thug though and I can't do thugs. And not even a fake thug. A real one. Beat cases, showed me pictures of drug money staked to the ceiling and even explained in detail how to get money out of people's account.
I like a little adventure but damn.
Always had drama. He was renting rooms in his house out to a friend, a stripper and her kid. The friend and the stripper hated each other and got into a knock down drag out fight over the dryer.
The friend is at least 6'3 but he was drunk so the stripper had the advantage and mopped his ass. She even pulled out a switch blade and cut his ass. They were going so strong they busted through dude's door so he beat both they asses.
Homie's confidence and presentation are off the chain though. He didn't take shyt from ANYONE but when he was charming he'd charm the panties off yo momma
. He tried that mean shyt on me ONCE and I politely told him to never speak that way to me again in his natural Black Dominican life.
After that he treated like an angel and had a special sweet tone of voice just for me.
He's be screaming on someone and then turn around like "Hi Pearl. I was missing you. Why didn't you call me earlier I wanted to see you?
"
After a few months I straight up told him I couldn't see him no more. I'm from the burbs. I ain't about that hood life. It actually ended well. I don't hate him though but I cant fukk with him though. I don't deal with stress well and nikka was the definition of rachet.
If I ever met a nice regular Joe with that confidence who was feeling me like he was.
It would be a done deal.