I’m not gonna lie, I slid you my number but you wanna withhold info. Let’s date this back real quick. You slid in my PM one time years back on some “You have a cute smile/you cute” type shyt. I ignored you. Then, what, a year or 2 later you saw the thread I was in talking about me fighting depression. You jumped right back into my PM and I did respond to you. We swapped stories about the whole depression shyt. Remember? You telling me how you was in the hospital and shyt for bipolarism. How you got that shyt from your mama, etc. nikkah, I don’t got shyt to hide from what went down in my PM. You lightly flirted with me and I even told you I don’t pick up on shyt like that. Again, I’m not gonna lie, I did give you my number. But this was around the first time me and my husband split. We’ve sat on the phone and we did talk about a ton of other irrelevant shyt (like you pointed out about me liking Shark Tank, me working for TSA, how I moved to Clayton County to be near work, my manga collection, etc.)
So when did we meet nikkah? When did we fukk? You a p*ssy ass bytch lying on your fukking dikk. Your weak ass can’t handle the heat between you and my husband, you wanna throw in you was fukking me? shyt, I even TOLD YOU I was talking to someone else at the time but technically, I was single. I may have naively gave you my number but in NO fukkING WAY gave you any indication you was or did hit. fukk you you no p*ssy having ass bytch.
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